Come Closer

I have been living in Pittsburgh for 1 month and I was finally settled down, the rest of my furniture was flown down and the house was beginning to look more like a home. My wrist and collar bone is all healed now, when I finally got all my bandages off James couldn’t jump on me fast enough, we have been having sex non-stop for about 2 weeks, he has had lots of home games so he has been home a lot.

“What are you going to do next week when I’m gone?” James and I were painting one of the spare bedrooms and turning it into my office since I am starting to coach soon and no babies are coming…yet.

“I was actually thinking of surprising Khloe and going up to Whitby for the Toronto tournament they go to every year.” I said sitting on the floor painting the corners. “I’m thinking of taking Giselle with me.”

“So you haven’t told her, because I don’t think you should?”

“James, I don’t know what I’m going to do and I don’t want to think about it so be quiet.” I looked up at him getting pissed off.

“So…how’s the weather?” he had a smile on his face.

“It’s the beginning of December, how do you think the weather is.”

“Why are you so bitchy all of a sudden, Santa Is not going to be good to you this year if you don’t put a smile on that beautiful face of yours.”

It was the beginning of December, my first Christmas in Pittsburgh and I couldn’t be more excited.

Just as I was getting up James came beside and made a line right on the bridge of my nose with blue paint.

“Fine, no loving for you tonight.” I turned and walked out the room. James ran up beside me and pinned me up against the hallway wall and kissed me.

“Happy now Fuller?” James said to me backing off me a little.

“Maybe…just a little.” I looked up at him smiling.

“Do you really want to go back home for a while?” James asked me following me down the stairs to the kitchen for a drink. “Everything is ok with us right?”

“Of course it is I just miss everyone, and Whitby is only 6 hours away.” I said sitting down at the island. “I’ll be home when you get back for the road trip, don’t worry and I want to just start looking at dresses, I probably won’t buy anything but I just want to look.”

“Really?” James said looking at me from behind the counter.

“Yeah, I just want to look at my options and see what is out there and I have to tell my mom that we booked the venue in the Bahamas.” I said getting up and washing the paint off my face.

“How do you think she is going to take it?” James said walking past me and sat on the counter.

“I know she is going to be pissed but she will get over it…there is nothing that she can say or do to make me change my mind.” I sat back in the chair. “I want to go shopping with your mom too, when I told her about having the wedding down south she was so happy and loved the idea and I think she will be more involved then my mom will be.”

“Yeah mom told me that you told her, she is happy with it.” James said.

“Like what happens if my mother refuses to come. I’ll be so fucked.”

“Honestly Meg, if she is going to be a brat then do you really want her there.”

“James, she is my mother and who knows if she doesn’t go then my dad won’t go then who is going to walk me down the aisle, I don’t want to go by myself.”

“I’m sure my dad would do it no problem.”

“I know he would, it just wouldn’t be the same.”

“So…bridal party?” James asked me.

“What about it?”

“Do you have your maid of honor or anything?”

“Khloe is my maid of honor I already asked her the last day before I moved down here, Jennifer and probably Rebecca, I don’t want to be one of those weddings with like 12 bridesmaids because that’s just cause for drama, have you picked anyone yet?”

“I want my two brothers for sure and probably Paulie, since he has been there for me so much.”

“Good, I told Khloe that Paul will probably be in there so I told her no sex in the coat room.” I was smiling.

“Well, do you want me to help you unpack the rest of your furniture since your arm is not as strong?”

“No, I want you to sit on the couch and watch me struggle, of course I do.” I winked at him.

James and I left the kitchen and unpacked the last box.

“Meghan come here.” I was in plugging in the lamp that was going on the table beside the couch.

“Look how young we look.” He showed me the picture that we took on draft day.

“Well James.” I walked over and hugged him from behind. “You’re stuck with me forever.”

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“Well Giselle, you ready to rock?”

It was 9 a.m. and James left for his week long road trip this morning so Giselle and I are going up to watch the tournament and do some shopping.

“This is so exciting, I have never been to Whitby it’s going to be awesome!”

“I’m happy you’re coming with me! We are just going to so to the arena where the tournament is then we can check into our hotel and go out!” I said getting into the driver’s seat in my SUV.

“Do you want to get a coffee before we hit the freeway?” Giselle said to me as I backed out of the driveway.

“For sure, we will stop on the way to, just to fill up and get something to eat.”

“Perfect, thanks for inviting me Meghan you really didn’t have to.”

“No problem, I want you to meet my best friend Khloe she is a riot, she doesn’t know we are coming, it’s a total surprise.” I told her pulling into Starbucks.

“It is going to be so much fun.”

“It is going to be a trip you will never forget!”

Giselle and I walked out of Starbucks and hit the freeway back to my hometown.

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Giselle and I made it to the arena in 7 hours, at was now 4 and the second last game of the day was in 10 minutes.

“Let’s do this!” I said as we got out of the car.

We walked in and everyone knew me since I have been in this tournament ever year for the past 8 years. They all ogled over my ring and congratulated me on getting engaged.

We walked into gym 3 where I could see the girls warming up.

“AHHHH, IT IS MEGHAN!!!” Khloe ran up and pounced on me almost falling over. “AND SHE IS NOT BROKEN!!!” all the other girls just sat and stared at me like they wanted to have nothing to do with me, then I noticed that Sara was not in with the group.

“Khloe, this is Giselle.” I said to Khloe. “Giselle, this is Khloe.”

“Khloe it is so nice to finally meet you, Meghan has told me so much about you.” Giselle had the biggest smile on her face.

“Khloe where is Sara.” I asked Khloe as we walked toward the seating area, I noticed that Brendan wasn’t behind the bench. “And where is Brendan?”

“Shit, I forgot to tell you.” Khloe whispered in my ear only enough for me to hear. “Sara and Brendan had a little thing going on and I caught them having sex in the equipment room.” She quickly told me.

"That's disgusting."

The whistle blew and Khloe ran back up to the bench. Giselle and I sat front row on the left side of the court.

Believe it or not I was really nervous, I haven’t seen the girls play since I left over 2 months ago and what I have heard they are not doing so good.

The game started and I was losing my mind, from this angle I could see all kinds of mistakes, rotation was all wrong, the hitting was horrible and serving was just a big mess. Khloe was trying to tell the girls what to do, everyone was arguing with each other about where everyone was supposed to me. I felt like banging my head against the wall. The new coach was a woman who looked like she just came out of Sports Illustrated swimsuit edition but she was not getting into the game, just sat on her ass and do nothing except stare at the referee standing beside her.

“Good God.” I said to Giselle after the first set which the girls lost 10-24. “This is a mess, this rotation is shit and I may punch that coach in the face.”

“She has done nothing this whole set. She seems like a bitch.”

“Yup, that’s for sure.”

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The girls ended up losing 0-3. Khloe came up to me after the game asking me how I thought they did.

“Ontario is the laughing stock of Volleyball Canada and I have no idea what to do.” Khloe said pulling me aside.

“Well first, you need a new coach.”

“Oh don’t even get me started on her, she is dumb as a bucket of rocks, she is what VCA sent us until we find a permanent coach…I need to go to the bar.” She said smiling a bit.

“That was the last game for you guys?” I asked her.

“Yeah, I just have to go home and change, meet somewhere?” Khloe went back to the bench and grabbed her bag.

“We are going to go and check into the hotel and meet you at Manhattan?” I looked at Giselle and she was nodding her head.

“Awesome, meet at 8?” Khloe put her bag over her shoulder.

“Be there or be square” Giselle said to Khloe, both laughing at each other.

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It was about midnight and we were all piss drunk, guys were buying us shots all night and the drinks just kept on coming. I was going to go out for lunch tomorrow with my mom to break the news and meeting Deborah after to go shop around for dresses.

“Meghan! More shots!” Giselle was 100 times more drunk than I was and Khloe was off making out with some guy…of course.

“I don’t think we need any more shots.” I said to her pulling Giselle away from the bar.

“Hey! I have been meaning to ask you something.” She said stumbling over. “Brandon and I have been having troubles, he seems really distant from me and I don’t know why…has James told you anything?” she quickly sobered up.

“Actually Giselle, I need to tell you something.”

“What’s that?”

“When I came to Pittsburgh for the first time the team and I went to the bar and James brought some of the guys, a few hours after they arrived I saw Brandon…”

“You saw Brandon do what? Meghan…tell me.” Giselle stood on her own.

“Drinks…Brandon bought us all drinks.” I said.

“Oh thank god, I thought you were going to say he was making out with someone.” She started laughing.

I couldn’t do it… I can’t ruin this relationship. Does she need to know…does she not? Should I listen to Khloe and tell her, or do I listen to James and not tell her. What do I do?

Notes

Sorry about the hold up, been super busy lately.

What do you think? Should Meghan tell Giselle about Brandon or should she just keep it to herself?