Plan B (Best Laid Plans #2)(37)

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Daisy





Do you ever decide you're going to do something, and even though you know it's the right thing to do, you also know that other people might think you're nuts? And so when it comes time to tell people the thing, you just can't? You want to, you really want to, but now the thing has become too big. Too big to say out loud. So you just keep thinking about the thing over and over in your head, but you can't quite get it past your lips?

ImarriedKyle.

Igotmarried.

SurpriseIgotmarried!

All things I need to tell my sister, and I will. I want to, honestly. I want to more than anything, but I also feel a bit guilty for eloping without her. I know the very definition of eloping is to run away secretly in order to get married, and that I'm an adult with every right to do so. But she's my twin, and the idea of spitting the words out now feels awkward.

Obviously I'm going to save the baby bit for another day.

Kyle and I eloped. We flew to Vegas on Friday evening and were married before noon on Saturday, back in Philly Sunday evening. And yes, I signed a prenup.

Does this all sound horribly un-romantic? It wasn't, actually. It was amazing. Just the two of us, all weekend. We did nothing but get married, order room service and… you know.

Talk. We talked all weekend.

Just kidding. We had crazy sex all weekend. And we talked. And I'm smitten with my new husband.

I'm falling for him. Falling hard, which is stupid on my part. You should never give your heart away so recklessly, right? There should be a period of waiting. A system of checks and balances. A pros and cons list.

Except hearts don't work like that. They tend to fling themselves at whoever makes their rhythm skip a beat. They don't care about logic or consequences. Or breaking.

Hearts are eager and hopeful and naive. Hearts thrive on amnesia while in a constant battle of wills with your brain, which remembers everything and is only too eager to remind your heart about heartbreak and disappointment. To remind it that Kyle left once before, all too easily. To remind it that you don't really know him all that well, even if your commingled DNA is rapidly growing inside of you.

But first things first. I've gotta tell Violet I got married. She's going to think I've lost my mind, but it's my decision and I think it was the right decision for me.

"I was just about to call you," she says as she answers my call.

"Twin win! Beat you to it!"

"You did. By about three seconds."

"Are you home yet?" By home I mean my apartment where she's been staying. The tour I sent her on in my place just ended.

"Yup. Sitting on your couch and drinking your soda."

"Good. Rest of the tour go okay? You survived? You don't hate me for making you go?" I'm stalling. I mean, I do want to know how the rest of the tour went and ensure she's not upset with me, but also, I'm stalling. I mentally practice saying the words 'Guess what? I eloped!' in my mind.

Tubbs chooses that moment to jump onto the couch next to me. I scratch behind his ears as he flops down beside me, front paws on my thigh. I think cats might be more emotionally supportive than they're given credit for because this one is like a big furry security blanket.

"I survived. It was possibly even good for me."

"Was that hard for you to admit?" I'm not stalling now. I'm gloating. I knew sending her on that trip was a good idea. She just needed a little kick in the pants. See? I have really great ideas. Plus she met that hot British guy on the trip and totally got her groove back. I might be something of a genius, actually.

"A little bit. What about you? What's going on with your frenemy?"

We got married. We got married. We got married. "Why?" I hedge, already chickening out. "What did you hear?"

"What would I have heard?" Violet repeats back to me like I'm crazy. "Was Mom supposed to update me on your sex life?"

"Haha. No, I guess not." Damn, I've got to tell my parents I got married too. I wonder if there's a window of time allowed for announcing an elopement? Surely you can't be expected to announce it immediately, am I right? I mean, why go through all the effort of not inviting anyone to your wedding if you're just going to tell them about it a couple days later? Right? "What about your British lover? Did you elope? I won't be mad if you did. Just throwing that out there. Random FYI." So not random. But how great would it be if Violet eloped this week too? Then I'd just have to say 'Twin win! Me too!' and that would be that.

"Err, no," Violet says, her voice changing. "We definitely did not elope." Oh, crap. Violet sounds like she's about to cry. What in the hell went wrong? She was nearly in love with him the last time I spoke to her.

"What happened?"

"I don't know. He just... left."

Been there, sister.

"What do you mean he just left? Elaborate."

"He ghosted me the last night of the tour. He missed the final group dinner, and then just sorta disappeared on me. It's not like he promised me anything, but I thought... I thought something was happening between us, you know? Something big."

Yeah, I do know.

"You could email him," I suggest. "You have his contact information from the tour itinerary so it's not like he's unreachable." Been there, done that.