Mean Boys 3 Years Later

Part Twenty-Three

“Ashton?”

“Yeah?” I questioned looking up from the American girl doll I was dressing.

“What are you doing?” Destiny laughed.

Glancing around at the piles of clothes, shoes and just general crap the dolls possessed which the girls had left when they went to bed, I began cramming the doll’s chunky plastic foot into a shoe.

“No idea.” I admitted.

Shaking her head Destiny sat down on the floor infront of me and picking up a second doll, stripped her of her clothes and began redressing her in another outfit.

“Did Andy go down easy?” I questioned.

Nodding, Destiny started on the doll’s hair, before letting out a small sigh.

“Everything okay?” I asked.

“I’ve been thinking.” She replied slowly.

“About?” I questioned.

“Us.” She answered, “Our wedding.”

“Oh.” I sighed, setting down the doll in my hands and running my fingertips through my hair, “Yeah, about that. I’m still going to marry you and I’m still excited but I think we should agree to make this a long engagement.”

“Why?” Destiny whispered.

“You know why.” I mumbled, “I don’t want to marry you sad. I want our weeding to be the best day of our entire lives, well, besides the birth of the kids, but I want to look back at that day when we’re seventy.”

“Quoting Ed isn’t going to work on me.” She muttered.

Smirking, I picked up the doll once again and pretending to walk it towards her, sang in a high pitched voice, “When my hair’s all gone and my memory fades..And the crowds don’t remember by name…”

“Ashton stop!” she laughed, snatching the doll from me, “I’m serious. I want to be your wife. I want you… to be my husband I want to get married I don’t want to wait.”

Sighing, I ran my hand down my face.

“Des, we can’t.” I mumbled, “Minnie…she doesn’t have long and I don’t want to have her funeral and then our weeding two weeks later.”

“Will you stop.” Destiny snapped, “You’re so fucking cryptic.”

“I’m realistic.”

“You’re pissing me off.”

Sighing in defeat, I lay down on the floor amidst the scattered doll clothing, “Let’s hear it Des.”

“I want to get married.” She said slowly, “Soon. Before anything can happen to Minnie if it does.”

Frowning I propped myself up on my elbows, “Go on.”

“I want to marry you.” Destiny repeated, “And I…. I want to adopt her Ashton, her and Ashley.”

“Wait what?” I demanded, sitting up completely.

“I want to adopt the girls.” Destiny said firmly, “We’ve raised them. They think of me as their Mom. If anything happens to Minnie I want her to be my daughter and me to be her Mother.”

“We can do that.” I said, getting excited, “We can do it all on the same day!”

“We can make a big ass hoopla out of this!” Destiny gushed, “We can invite your whole family and all our friends! We can get the girls cute little matching dresses….”