The Christmas Pact(9)
It impressed me that he’d remembered.
“Cello,” she said, lifting her chin proudly.
“Fantastic. I’d love to go see a performance.” He pulled me into his side again. “We’ll have to go sometime.”
My sister Olivia snuck up behind us. “Hey, Riley.”
While Abby and I were one year apart, Olivia was nine years younger.
I squeezed her. “How’s my little sister?”
“Good.” She looked toward Kennedy. “Who’s this?”
“This is my…er, boyfriend, Kennedy.”
She laughed. “Kennedy? Seriously?”
“And his last name is Riley!” Mom added with a girlish giggle. Kennedy was definitely winning her over.
“What? Riley, seriously? That’s crazy.” My sister cracked up.
Abby added, “So, if you get married, your name would be Riley Riley?”
Oh God. That was the first time I’d thought of that. Reason enough to be happy that this relationship wasn’t real.
“Or Riley Kennedy-Riley, with a hyphen.” Kennedy winked.
My mother left to set up a drink station with warm cider and hot cocoa.
And then upon her return came the moment I’d been dreading.
Mom joined us by the fireplace and the inquisition began. “So, Kennedy. What is it that you do?”
He looked over at me before answering.
Here we go.
“Actually, I’m entering training to become an astronaut. I’ll be heading down to Houston soon.”
I let out an instinctive cough.
Jesus.
Astronaut?
Couldn’t he have picked something more…practical?
I thought about the name Kennedy Space Center and laughed under my breath. Is that how this ludicrous idea started in his mind? Now, I regretted not getting our stories straight before we got here.
Totally buying into it, my mother beamed with pride as she looked at me. “Riley! An astronaut! How could you have not mentioned a word of this to me?”
Gritting my teeth, I smiled. “Yes, I’m…dating an astronaut. Literally out of this world.”
She turned back to him. “I’ve never met an actual astronaut before.”
“Well, I’m not there yet. But I will be. The hard work and perseverance will pay off. It’s a two-year intensive program. But then I’ll hopefully be selected for a flight when all is said and done.”
“How does one even become an astronaut? How do they select you?” Mom asked, hanging on his every word.
He was digging himself into an even deeper hole. I expected him to flub up, but he kept answering the questions without breaking a sweat. I couldn’t decide if I was impressed or horrified by his ability to lie so naturally.
“Well, there’s a minimum education requirement, of course. My major was biology. They tend to like science or engineering majors. But of course, you also have to pass a rigorous physical exam as well. But a majority of the decision is based on a long interview process.”
“Well, I can certainly see why they were charmed by you.”
“Thank you, ma’am. They want to not only be sure that someone has the physical prowess for the job, but that they can mentally handle it as well. I have no doubt I’m ready.”
Mom wasn’t finished yet. “It could be tough, too, if you’re selected for a mission, right? How long are you in orbit?”
“The average time in space is about six months. But the personal sacrifice is worth it. Anything in the name of science. There’s so much yet to be learned.”
My mother seriously looked like she was about to cry tears of joy. “Wow. Fascinating. Truly.” She probably wished she could have written an addendum to the annual Christmas letter. It didn’t even matter what I was doing with my life now that I was allegedly dating the modern-day Neil Armstrong.
“Honey, will you be following Kennedy to Houston?”
“We haven’t gotten that far.”
He took my hand, looping his fingers in with mine as he gazed into my eyes. “We’re taking it one day at a time, but she knows she means more to me than the moon and the stars.”
Okay. Now I wanted to barf.
My mother sighed. She had completely bought it.
Kennedy continued to answer more questions about the space program as if he seriously worked for NASA. When everyone left the living room and headed to the buffet in the dining room, he and I were alone for the first time since our arrival. The flames from the fireplace crackled in the silence.
“That was some pretty amazing bullshit you fed her. How do you know so much about the space program anyway?” I whispered.
“Because I actually got accepted into it.”
My eyes widened. “Really?”
“Really. ”
“Wow. What happened?”
His expression grew solemn. “I fell in love. She couldn’t, or wouldn’t, move to Houston with me, so I turned it down.”
Whoa. What?
“You gave up your dream for a woman?”
He shook his head. “It wasn’t my dream, really. I just love a good challenge. My father bet me that I couldn’t get in.”
“Your father bet against you?”
“Sure did. So I wanted to prove him wrong. When I was accepted into the program, I seriously considered going. But the fact that I’d met someone at the time who couldn’t move with me made the decision to decline easier.”