A Captivating Pair

Travis pulled away from Jan and turned on his back. “Don’t play with me Jan.”

“I’m…I’m not playing with you Travis I mean it,” Jan rested on her elbow looking at his profile.

“Honey how many times have I asked you to marry me? You don’t believe in marriage…that’s what you told me. I didn’t like it but I accepted it.”

“I’ve changed my mind.”

“Just like that…?”

“No…since I came back from The Glen. I think that…your ah mother might accept me if I was your wife.”

“Not a good reason Jan.”

“All right Travis…I’ve been crying for about twenty four hours now…I love you…I don’t want to be apart anymore…I can’t think without you…I can’t work…I can’t function…I need you.”

Travis turned placing his hand on her cheek, “that’s a good reason Jan,” he wiped her tears with his thumb, “no more tears honey I’m here and I ain’t goin’ anywhere without you. You plan it and I’ll be there with a ring. I love you .

“You’re serious?”

“As serious as I’ve ever been about anything.”

Jan smiled and rolled on top of him, “I can take care of everything from right here, I have my Blackberry on the table there within reach. This way I can be sure you don’t leave me.”

“I’m your captive Jan.”

Jan held him captive all night only letting him up for necessities. The next morning Gracie arrived and brought them coffee and later breakfast in bed. Jan was on the phone most of the morning arranging the location, the dress which she had seen earlier in the year at a fashion show, and the flowers.

Travis lay back in bed and listened to her work, she was amazing the people she knew and the connections she had. Finally she turned to him.

“Now Travis who do you want to invite we can have a hundred people or just immediate family.”

“How about just family Jan I don’t want to turn this thing into a circus.”

“That’s what I thought you’d say…I have to contact my father and his new bride…and don’t you think a nice dinner afterward instead of a reception?”

“Yes I like that idea Jan by the way when are we getting married?”

“Saturday at seven at The Old English Church.”

“This Saturday…seven days from now?”

“Yes…do you have a problem with that?”

“No…do I have to stay here…in bed for seven days?”

Jan laughed, “yes.”