Accidently Married

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I kneel there in an awkward position as I wait for his reply. I looked up to see him standing there stunned. He clears his throat and says, “Well Ms. McAllister, I didn’t know you liked me so much but don’t you think we’re taking this a little fast? Not to mention I do have a fiancée.”

I feel myself turn three shades of red as I stammer, “No…I mean…Its just…my mom...” I stop, stand up and take a deep breath to steady myself and say, “I’m sorry, let me start at the beginning. You see, my mother has cancer and she wants to see me married before she passes away. I told her I had a fiancée so she would stop sending me on these ridiculous blind dates and now she has set a date for the wedding for next Saturday. I don’t have the heart to tell her the truth and all you have to do is pretend to marry me, all of it will be fake, and we don’t even have to tell your fiancée about it if you don’t want to.”

“Why don’t you just ask that guy your dating from marketing? The one you go to lunch with every Tuesday?” he askes, as if he were trying to give me more options.

“John?! I’m not dating him! He’s my cousin”

“Cousin? Really? I’m glad.” He said as if he were relieved. He then clears his throat and continues.

“Well how bout one of the boys from the development department? Oh I know, why don’t you ask that one guy, what’s his name? The one with the curly hair and glasses?” he asked waving his hand in the air as if he could conjure up his image.

“Leslie Goldstein?”

“Yeah! Him.”

“You sent him to China. The branch in China needed a new developing manager.” I said.

“Michael from accounting?”

“Vacationing in Rome.”

“Peter from the mail room?”

“He’s 17!” I exclaim.

“Well I give up, I can’t think of anyone else.” He said, throwing his hands up in defeat.

“Exactly my point” I said exasperated.

With hands clasp together I beg for a miracle as I say, “That’s why I’m begging you to do me this favor. It will only take a few days out of your time. I’m leaving this Tuesday to Colorado to help my mom but you don’t have to be there until Thursday or Friday and we can leave directly after the wedding.”

As I stood in front of him waiting for his reply, he asks me something very unexpected.

“Are you good with children?” He asks.

“Uh…umm…yeah I guess. Why?” I ask confused.

“Well if you want me to do this favor for you, I need something in return.”

Being hopeful I said, “Of course, I would do anything!”

“Good. My brother and his wife are in town today and they are going to see something on Broadway and they need someone to watch my niece and nephew.” He explains as he reaches for a pen and paper. “Here is their address, be there in an hour and watch the kids and I’ll do what you ask.”

“Really?! That’s it? I just have to watch some kids and you’ll marry me?” I ask surprised. “Thank you so much Mr. Livingston!” I yell joyfully as I jump to give him a big hug.

“Excuse me? It seems that someone is getting a little too familiar with her boss.” I hear in a very familiar southern drawl. I look up to see Roxy, Mr. Livingston’s fiancée. Roxy is a very beautiful blond with blue eyes but not exactly Mr. Livingston’s type. He usually goes for the more elegant brunette and he shocked us all when he announced his engagement to Roxy. She was born and raised in Texas and come to find out, her real name is actually Regina Holiday. She is also younger than me by two years.

I first met “Roxy” at the company barbeque. She had come with Jonathan Tomas, Mr. Livingston’s best friend, a 33 year old clichéd image of a god. He stands at 6 ft and has sandy blond hair with blue eyes and a body any 20 year old male would be jealous of. She seemed really nice then, I guess I did over step the boundary when I hugged Mr. Livingston though. When I saw Roxy at the party she looked as if she was really infatuated with Jonathan but the next thing I knew, she was engaged to Mr. Livingston. I guess hearts can be fickle.

“How long do you plan on holding my fiancée like that?”

I come back from my inner thoughts only to realize that I am still hugging Mr. Livingston.

“S-sorry, we just…I was um…ex-excuse me I have a babysitting job I have to go to.” I stammer as I blush another two shades.

The last thing I hear is Mr. Livingston chuckling and asking Roxy where she would like to go for dinner as I walk toward the front door.

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