My Life with Mr. Driver

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic

A cute love story of Lizzy and Theo and their life together.

2020

 

Theo sat on the bay window reading a book. He had his knee up and one leg stretched out. He was too tall for the window, but he sat diagonally so he could fit. They’d been stuck inside for months now, but luckily Theo and Lizzy’s book collection had gotten extensive and diverse over the years.

Lizzy walked over and placed a cup of coffee on the table next to him. 

“Thanks.” He said in a distracted monotone voice. Lizzy smiled at him even though he wasn’t looking. She walked over to her desk on the opposite side of the room. Her desk and computer faced the wall, but when she looked to her left she could see Theo.

Theo lounged in the window like a cat most days. The university was closed while the city was on lockdown, so he didn’t have much else to do. 

Lizzy worked on her reviews and edits for some local manuscripts, she highlighted the hard copy on her desk and typed up notes on her computer. Theo looked up at her over his book.

Lizzy sat there in leggings and an oversized sweater. Her hair was tied and pinned back with a headband and a lot of bobby pins. She hadn’t straightened her hair in months and her curls were wild. She wore no makeup and fixed her black rimmed glasses on her face. They were always slipping off when she had to constantly look up at the screen and down at the book for work. He smiled slightly and went back to his book and coffee.

Lizzy looked up at him, he must have  been at an intense plot in the story. He had his elbow rested on his knee and he was biting his lip and rubbing it with his thumb. He sat in the strangest positions when there was an intriguing part of the story. She had finally convinced him to cut his hair last week so he was no longer pushing his greying hair out of his face to read. It had been the best she could do herself. Not long enough to tie up and too short to drop over his eyes. She’d looked up tutorials online because everything was closed but he couldn’t spend another day pushing his hair out of his face and the man bun look was never a good look in her mind.

“I can feel you staring at me.” He said.

“You just look so interested  in your book.” Lizzy turned toward him in her chair. “What’s happening?”

“I’m at the part where the main characters are in love, but they don’t know it yet.”

“Pft, that’s such a cliche.”

“Sometimes cliches are good.” Theo closed the book but kept his page marked with his finger and took a sip of coffee. “What are you working on?”

“This manuscript is full of grammatical and punctuation errors. I can tell someone just proof read it with a word document.They use periods all the time, never a comma, never a colon. Just run on sentence after run on sentence.” She highlighted another line in frustration. 

“Amature hour.” Theo placed the coffee down and walked over to her.

“Maybe you should stop reading other peoples work and start writing your own story.” Theo placed a bookmark in his book and put the book on the coffee table in front of the couch. Lizzy spun her chair around to face him.

“And what exactly would I write about?” Lizzy balanced the highlighter on her finger.

“Whatever you want. People are desperate to be entertained right now, and people always want a good story to read.” Theo layed down and put his feet up. “Oh shoot I forgot my coffee.”

“I haven’t written anything in a long time. Mostly short stories.” Lizzy walked over to his cut next to the window and brought it to him. 

“Thanks,” He reached for it and sat up to take a sip. “Short stories are fine. People love short stories. You just have to make the characters realistic and loveable.”

“Yeah, then add plot and intrigue. I know how to edit it but I don’t know if I could write that.”

“Come on Lizzy. You did reviews for years, you got that essay published a few years back, you know what you like in a story just write that. People will love it.”

“Maybe.” Lizzy turned back to her computer and stared at the screen for a while. She was used to reading other peoples stories, but everyone had a story that deserved to be told. Maybe she should write one. Theo picked up his book and started to read again. They sat in comfortable silence together.

 

2009

 

Lizzy

First day of classes at university. I have my own private dorm, it had a desk, a closet, a bed and a window with a view. A view of a busy downtown street, but it was great to be out of the house. Away from my parents and my older sister. This scholarship has been a real blessing. They pay for all my schooling as long as my GPA doesn't dip below 3.5. I was going to dedicate my time to school.

“Oh my God!” Gloria said as she saw the cleanliness of my room. “This place is immaculate, I still have everything in boxes. But who give a fuck right?” I had met Gloria at orientation day 3 days ago and she had latched on to me and become my friend. I’ve never been great at making them, so I figured having one outgoing friend who can help me make other friends will help me in university. As much as I was worried about my grades for my scholarship, I also wanted the full university experience. 

“I like a clean room.” I shrugged.

“We are not cut from the same cloth my sister. I don’t care, what are you wearing for your first day?” she sat down on my bed and looked over at the closet. “Let me guess, you planned out your outfit the night before.” Gloria’s parents were rich, so they paid for everything. She had her nails done, professional looking makeup and high end clothes. One outfit probably cost more than my entire wardrobe. She had recently done blond highlights which made her pale skin look a little less pale. She was the complete opposite of me.

“I did.” I blushed and walked over to the hanger I had my dress and cardigan hanging on.

“Yes! I love it. I’m going to go change so my shirt will match yours, then we can walk to class together.” She squealed in excitement as she ran out of the room. We had checked the night before, we have most of the dame classes the first semester. All except the last class of the day, I had decided to take a second year math class. It was my least favourite thing, and I needed to take it so I figured I’d get it over with my first year. I got changed and picked out a good pair of shoes. They looked nice and were comfortable for walking in. 

“A good pair of shoes will make or break your college days.” my sister Debbie had said before I left. So I took her advice and got a good pair. Black so that they go with everything and a bit of a heel so I can see over tall people. Debbie never went to university, she got into a trade school and now she works in construction as a demolitions expert. She doesn't usually blow stuff up. She just does the calculations for the people who have to blow stuff up. I sent a quick text to my mom and dad to let them know I was off on my first day, took a deep breath in and left my dorm room.

 

Theo

I never really considered myself young. And now that I am older, I definitely don't. I know I am a strange old guy to all the young students, but if I can atleast get them to appreciate the english language, I have done my job. Like every year, I have a quote up on the white board behind me.

 

“It's hard to say. Sometimes people have had terrible childhoods. And sometimes they just haven't found their special place in life. And sometimes they're dogs from hell and must be destroyed.”

 

"Who can tell me who or what this quote is from?" same as every year, no one even bothers to guess. "I won't take away marks or anything. This is just pure curiosity. I want to know if anyone here knows." I always picked a different quote every year, but I tried to make it obscure enough. Never William Shakespear or anything they would have read in high school because it was mandatory. Still silence. I looked around. Most of these faces looked like they were fresh out of high school. Not uncommon for a first year class. Some people chose to go to university after taking a few years off, but most people started right after high school. Making them eighteen or nineteen. Then a small hand raised up from the far left row.

"Charles Addams?" A small voice said.

"That's right." I said. "Like I said, that wasn't for grades or points. Purely curious. You know what they say," I turned to the board and erased the quote. "curiosity killed the cat."

"But satisfaction brought it back." I turned to face the class again. No one wanted to be called out. Every student was avoiding my gaze. All except one face. A round face with a sly smile. People rarely know the actual ending of that particular classic saying. This was going to be an interesting year.

2015

Theo

It had been a year since we saw each other. The last time I saw her I had just gotten married to Jenny. Now I was divorced, and living in a crappy little apartment. But I still think about Lizzy from time to time. I contemplated canceling so many times, but I want to see her. What was I going to say? Is this like a date? As soon as I walked in the door I felt time slow down when I saw her sitting at the table.
 

Lizzy

I sat at a table at the coffee shop. My heart started to race as soon as I saw him. I waved at him after he got his coffee, he nodded and walked over to sit down.

"Hi." was all I could manage to say. I was so nervous.

"Hi." I hope we had more to say than that or else this was going to be a short visit.

"How have you been?" I asked him and started to warm my hands with my coffee.

"Good," he said quickly, then with a shy smile he continued. "No I guess not good. I'm divorced now. Still working at the university, grading papers, making students fall asleep."

"I don't remember your classes that way. You were always so funny." that made him smile. He has such a lovely smile.

"At Least someone appreciates my sense of humor. Jenny never seemed to get it."

"Jenny, was that the woman on the beach?"

"Yes, the last time you saw us," he trailed off. He didn't have to explain. I understand heart break.

"You don't have to talk about it." I said. "We can talk about something else."

"What about you. What are you up to?" he drank from his cup.

"I'm working as an editor for a local writing company. Mostly manuscripts, a few novels. I just read things and fix the spelling and grammar. My job could be done by basic computer programs." 

"No program could replace you." It was the sweetest thing anyone's said to me in a while. He blushed and smiled again. "I'm sorry that was really corny."

"No, I liked it. Corny is good." He smiled again. Maybe it was the fact that his face was always hard as stone, but when he smiled he could really light up the room.

We continued to talk for hours. We talked about everything. It was so easy. It was the deepest conversation I'd ever had. The world around us melted away, and it was magical. After a long time, we realized our coffee had been long gone, and the shop was almost empty. I asked him to walk me home.

"I don't live far from here." We walked to my apartment. When I got to the door I didn't want to let him go. “Would you like to come upstairs?”

“Sure,” It looked like I caught him off guard. 

“You can see my classic book collection I was telling you about.”

“I would love to see that.” I could feel the tension go down. 

Upstairs, I showed him my towering bookshelf that took up the whole wall in my living room, he picked up a book and started flipping through it when there was a knock at the door. It could be no one other than my nosy neighbor, Mrs. Lipschitz.

“Hello Mrs. Lipschitz.” I said as she opened the door. An old woman with a night gown and pink slippers stood at the door with a curious look on her face.

“Miss Day, I’ve told you before, guests have to sign in as a precaution. If there is a fire I need to know who is in the building.” Mrs. Lipschitz always used that as an excuse to see what people were doing. Last time my parents came to visit Mrs. Lipshitz said they needed to sign in because it was tornado season.

“Don’t worry Mrs. Lipschitz, my guest won’t be staying the night. He’ll be leaving soon.”

“Okay darling. You all have a good night now.” She craned her neck to get a look at Theo before she started to walk down the hall.

“So I’m not staying the night?” Theo placed the book back on the shelf where he had found it. Obviously a trait he picked up from always reading in a library.

“I guess we never really discussed it,” I shifted nervously. I still didn’t know if this was meant as a date or not. “Would you like some coffee?”

“We just had coffee.” He smiled a bit. “At the shop.”

“We were there for hours,” I said heading to the kitchen. “Would you like another?”

“No, if I’m not staying I should be going.” He walked to the door and took his coat off the hook I’d placed it on. I walked closer to him to get the door. He lifted his finger up and looked down at me. He was so tall, his eyes were so dark. “There was one more thing.”  He leaned in, put his hand on my cheek and kissed me. “I’ve been wanting to do that for so long.”

2014

 

Lizzy

We started our Gap year in Spain, we flew in and saw the sights for the day. Then we decided to go to the beach. The beaches were the main reason Gloria wanted to start our gap year there. She wanted to show off her bikini body to everyone on facebook and beyond. She’d been working out and dieting for months, I had too, but had almost nothing to show for it. While she posed in her new bathing suit next to Paul and the other hotties, I sat in the snad in my short shorts and tank top taking in the sight of it all. Being so far from my home and my family made me think about my place in the world. Now that I was out of school I needed to focus on what to do with my life. I spent all this time studying and learning, but what did I know about myself, that’s what this trip was about for me.

Then I heard a familiar voice.

“Lizzy?” I turned my head around to see a tall handsome man. Shoulder length black hair dark eyes and a few days worth of stubble. It was Mr. Driver.

“Mr. Driver? Is that you?” I stood up and brushed sand off of me. That was a stupid question, ofcaurse it was him. "How are you?"

"I'm good." He shifted his weight awkwardly. He grabbed his left arm with his right to casually cover his chest. I was surprised to see he had a good body. I was so used to seeing him in the classic professor look. A tweak jacket. Maybe a sweater vest. "Are you here on vacation?"

"Yeah, my friends and I have always wanted to go on a gap year trip. But now most of us have graduated." I felt so nervous talking to him. I didn't know why, we'd had plenty of conversations in the past.

"Sounds like fun. I never really had one of those." He chuckled. Was he nervous too? It was hard to tell. I was suddenly aware that I was in a tank top and shorts. This is probably the most skin I've ever shown off in my adult life, and my old English professor just happened to see me.

"Are you here on vacation?"

"Yes," he turned his head and waved to a woman sunbathing. She waved back. She was a beautiful tall, tan woman. Long red braids and designer sunglasses. The kind of woman I could never manage to be if I tried. "I'm here with my wife."

"Oh,I didn’t know you were married. How long?"

"Uh, 3 days now."

"Oh wow so it's your honeymoon." I was a little disappointed to hear that. 

"Yeah well. We've been together for a while, so I figured it's time right?"

"Sure. I guess." I chuckled, but I'm not really sure why. Just then I felt a warm hand on my back.

"Hey babe come on. We're taking pictures." Paul kissed my cheek. "I wanna show you off to all my followers." He started to guide me back to the group.

"Sure Paul, just a sec." I turned back to face Mr. Driver. "It was nice seeing you again."

"Yeah, you too." He looked disappointed as we walked away. I know I was. It was so embarrassing to be pulled away like that. I wanted to have the chance to explain, or just talk to him a little more, but the group was waiting. 

“Thought you might need help getting away from that old dude, he was hitting on you.” Paul chuckled and took my hand.

“Thanks.” I said flatly. I wish he didn’t call me Babe in front of people. I looked back, but Mr. Driver was walking back to his wife.

 

Theo

I turned back to look at her while I walked back to my wife. But she was already smiling and laughing with her friends. 

"Ah to be young again." Jennifer turned over and started to tan her front.

“Yeah, I guess.” I sat in a chair next to Jennifer.

“Oh yeah, I forgot you were born an old man.” She rolled her eyes and turned over on her front. “Can you get my back? I think I need another application.” Theo got out the sunscreen and rubbed her back for a while. "You should put more sunscreen on too. You’re so pale." 

"Three days and already a nagging wife." I joked. Jennifer didn't appreciate it. 

"Fine, burn for all I care."

"It was a joke."

"Whatever. Save your jokes for your students." She slipped her headphones on and ignored me. Every now and then I caught myself looking over at Lizzy and her friends. She looked like she was happy. That was nice to know.

 

2009

 

Lizzy

I looked at the door. 

 

Office hours: 

Monday thru Wednesday 

3pm to 6pm

Friday 

3pm to 6pm

 

I had this day scheduled for weeks. I had been emailing him for a while now, but I wanted to see him face to face.

I knocked. Twice. I waited. There was no answer. Should I knock again? But then I heard movement behind the door.

He opened it and the smell of old books flooded the hall.

"Miss Day. Elizabeth Day?"

"Georgia Elizabeth Day, yes. But everyone calls me Lizzy." I put my hand out to shake his.

"I remember you. From the first day." He spoke flatly. "satisfaction brought it back."

"Yes." I said. He shook my hand.

"It's nice to meet you Lizzy." 

 

Theo

I read over her paper. I was already impressed with the work. She was a first year, but she had the writing talent of a third year student. "You wrote this all yourself?" 

"Yes, I followed the same format for writing an essay that you said to. Plot it out first, then fill it in." She grabbed at her skirt awkwardly. She seemed very nervous.

I nodded and continued to read. 

"Well your work is very good. I can't see any of this being a problem. From what I remember of your last papers they were very high quality. I don't normally meet with any of my students unless they're failing. Are you worried about that?"

"No, I'm just making sure I'm doing my best. I'm here on a scholarship, so I want to be sure to stay ahead." That made me smile. It's been a long time since I met a student who showed this much promise.

"Well if you keep doing what you're doing then I'm sure you'll do fine. At this point I'd even recommend you one of my third year classes next semester. It's a small class, but I think it's at your level."

"Wow, a third year class. But I'm only in my first year?"

"Yeah, but I think you can handle it. It's an english and film class. We read something and then watch the movie it's based on and discuss. You should consider it."

"I will, thanks." She got up to leave as I handed her back her papers. She paused for a moment. "Why don't you have office hours on Thursdays? If you don't mind me asking."

"I don't mind. I visit my father on Thursdays. He has alzheimers."

"Oh, I’m sorry to hear that."

“It’s okay. I’m an only child and my mom’s not around anymore, so I’m all he’s got. I’d visit him more if I had the time.” I said it all without hesitation. I’m usually more guarded than that. I like to keep a distance between me and my students. I don’t get too close, but she was just easy to talk to. 

“You’re a really good person Mr. Driver.” I couldn't help but smile at that.

"Thanks." I turned my chair as she walked out of the room.

2010

Lizzy

My alarm didn't wake me up, so I had to rush to class without doing my hair or carefully choosing an outfit. 

I sat in the back so no one would notice me, but Paul noticed. 

"What happened to you?" He had a sour look on his face.

"Nothing?" I shrunk down into my seat. I wan’t in the mood for his comments.

"Are you sick?"

"No I just didn't have time to do my hair or anything.” He only ever points out my flaws. “Why does it matter what I look like anyway."

"It doesn't matter really. I guess I've never seen you like this." He reached for a loose curl near my face.

"Whatever Paul." I wasn't there to look pretty. I was there to learn.

Normally I'd at least have a recording of the class, but I didn't notice that the device was broken until I got back to my dorm at the end of the day. 

I typed up what little notes I had taken and tried to get a hold of some classmates to borrow their notes, none of them were as intricate as my notes. I had stayed up the night before to study for an exam, but we didn't even have the test, because the teacher was out sick. 

It was the worst Friday of the worst week of school so far. I was doing fine, 4.0 GPA, but one slip and I could still lose my scholarship. Enough was enough. I called up Gloria and told her we needed to go out.

"A night out? On a school night?"

"It's not a school night? I don't have class again until Monday."

"Every night is a school night for you. You spend every weekend studying."

"Well tonight I wanna go out." I looked in my closet. I packed a nice navy blue dress and some black leggings tucked away. Tonight was the night to wear them. 

"Meet me at the bar by the school."

"Okay." Gloria was a great friend to go out with. She was the life of the party and made friends easily. I on the other hand did not. But that's why we worked well together. I got changed and tried to fix my hair, but the bad day that this was it refused to work with me. So I just tied it up and left.

Gloria was waiting for me at the bar with shots. She had already made friends with a few guys at the bar.

"Are you two students?"

"Yes we are." Gloria and I did a shot of something sweet.

"You two should come and join us. Our group is over at that table." One of the guys pointed to a table in the corner surrounded by well dressed people. 

"We might just take you up on that." Gloria smiled at them, and they bought us each a drink. 

"Oh my God, Gloria." I pulled on her sleeve. "I think that guy over there is my english teacher."

"Ooo, you wanna hook up with a professor tonight?"

"No Gloria. Of Course not. That would be inappropriate." I took a sip of my drink. I didn't think I was starting, but maybe I was. "You clean up good." Paul said, rolling up his sleeves to subtly show off his tattoos.

"Thanks Paul." I rolled my eyes and sipped my drink some more. 

"It's nice to finally see you out in the real world. Not always shut away in the dorms or the library at the school." Paul was right. I spent my whole first semester in the school, studying or preparing for school. I barely get to enjoy life.

"You should come out with us more often." Paul said getting closer. I'm sure the reason they keep the music so loud in those kinds of places was an excuse to get close to people. I don't usually like being that close to people. But the drinks made it easier. 

 

Theo

She looked like an angel. Standing at the bar with her friend. They were surrounded by college guys, but she was looking at me. She had a cute dress and leggings on, her hair was tied back, she was such a classic beauty. 

"Should I go and talk to her?" I asked my friend. 

"She is one of your students, right?"

"Yeah."

“Then you should absolutely not go talk to her.” Bart was always the voice of reason. He had worked as the head of administration for years now for years. He claims the stress made his hair fall out, but he’s had a buzz cut for 5 years since I’ve known him. 

“She’s looking right at me.” I reasoned. “I should at least go say hi.”

"That's how it starts Theo,” Bart finished his drink and waved the empty glass at a server walking by. She nodded to indicate she’d bring him another. “She's here for a night out, she doesn't want to talk to her professor."

"Yeah, you're right." I had already been impressed by her intelligence, but tonight all I could notice was her beauty. "The drinks have gone to my head already."

"We can always go next door for some sliders." Bart always had his mind in his stomach. 

"No, we can stay here." I kept an eye on her. But I regret not going over to talk. I hope someone let her know how beautiful she is tonight.

 

2016

Theo

"You can't do this." Bart said as we walked down the Hall.

"What's the problem." I strolled ahead of him, and he tried to keep up with his short legs. He was panting like a dog, but I was in a hurry.

"You really don't see the issue?" I could tell he wanted to shout but he was too professional to do it in front of the students. So I invited him into a nearby empty classroom. "You really don't see a problem with dating a former student. A former student twenty years younger than you!"

"She is ten years younger than me, and she hasn't been my student for years now. We reconnected after my divorce, there's nothing inappropriate with our relationship."

"I don't think other people will see it that way."

"I don't care how people see it." I really didn't. "Nothing ever happened while she was my student, and we are both adults."

"Fine." Bart put his hands up. "I'm happy for you. I really am. But others might be quick to judge your relationship."

"Let them." I stormed out.

 

Lizzy

"Don't you think he's a little old for you." My mom said. 

"I've never really been into people my age."

"I don't  understand. It's not like you have father issues. It's always the girls with father issues that marry old men. But your fathers have always been there for you. You don't have to replace him you know."

"Eww Mom. Don't be gross." I always hated talking to my mom about my love life, but I figured she deserved to know. "I'm not dating Theo because of any issues. We're dating because we enjoy eachothers company, we have stimulating conversation, and similar interests."

"And you can't have that with someone your age. Someone who wasn’t your professor for four years?"

"It's not like he knew me when I was a kid. We met when I was an adult, we started dating long after I left school." She was acting as if it was some sorted affair. She doesn't need to understand, she just needs to accept it.

"Lizzy, you know I'd love you no matter what. But maybe you should wait a while before bringing him over to meet us. You know how dramatic your father can be." She said, as if she wasn't the drama queen of the family.

 

Theo

"Hi Dad," I put my coat on the chair next to my father's bed. He looked at me in confusion for a second before he recognized me.

"Theo, when did you get here?"

"I just got here Dad," I sat down next to his bed.

"Can I get you something? Water? Tea?" He was always looking out for me.

"No Dad, I'm fine. Are you thirsty, do you want anything?"

"No, your mother will bring me something soon." He forgets that she passed away years ago. I always wonder how old he thinks I am when he looks at me. If he still thinks Mom is alive, I must be 15 in his mind. But then again, time doesn't work the same way in his mind. "Theo, when did you get here. How are you?"

"I'm fine, Dad. How have you been?"

"You're better than fine. I can see it. You're in love." His face lit up.

"What? No, what are you talking about?"

"It's that girl isn't it. That one that always makes you smile. You talked about her yesterday when you came to visit."

"Dad I haven't seen you in a week. I come to see you on Thursdays, remember."

"I know!" He was starting to get angry and frustrated. I could tell he was trying to say something important, but his mind wasn't strong enough to keep everything together. "I know what love looks like! I had it every day your mother and I were together, and I can see it on your face now!"

"I am seeing someone Dad, but it's new. I don't know."

"I know. Your Mom will tell you. Where is she? Tell her I want some water. Do you want something?"

"I'm okay Dad. I'll get you your water." I got up to pour him a glass from the sink.

"You love her. You love that Lizzy." I looked over at him confused. "I told you, you talked about her yesterday." I handed him the water. He smiled. "Thank you Theo. Bring her by next time. I'd love to meet her. I haven't met her have I?"

"No Dad. You never met Lizzy. You came to my wedding. You remember Jenny?"

"Ugh, I hate her. You should leave her. She's no good for you." People think it's the sickness that makes my Dad so bitterly honest, but he's always been like that. Honesty is one of his greatest traits. Jennifer only met my dad a few times. Once before his alziamers, and a few times after, and he came to the wedding, but I don't know how much he remembers. He had to leave early.

"She left me Dad." I said with a sigh. "We're not together anymore."

"Good. You love this new one anyway."

"When did I ever tell you about Lizzy?"

"She was in your class. She said something clever, you said she was smart. I told you to go for it. And you did. Finally taking your old man's advice." He took another sip of water. "You were going on and on about her yesterday."

"When do you think yesterday was?"

"Don't be silly Theo, yesterday was yesterday. Remember?"

"Of Course." I shook my head."Lizzy is the one for you Theo."

"Maybe she is Dad." I sat back in my chair.

"Ask your mother. She'll know."

2019

Lizzy

Our Wedding day was beautiful. Theo had met my parents a few months before, and I had met his Dad, surprisingly he always seemed to remember me when I visited him after that. Theo was very traditional and actually asked my Dad for permission to marry, but it was mostly because he wanted to know if they had any family rings to hand down.

Gloria helped me with my hair, I left it naturally curly, but we had a lot of work to do to keep it from being frizzy and out of control. But seeing Theo’s smile as I walked toward him down the aisle was worth it. He always loves me when my hair is natural, even when it’s wild.

 

It was a small ceremony. They only invited close family and friends, but Bart insisted on making a best man speech. 

“I’ve known Theo for a lot of years, but he’s never been as happy as he is with Lizzy. His face lights up when he sees her, and he’s gotten a lot easier to deal with since they got together. She makes him a more creative person, keeps him grounded and most importantly they make eachother happy. I’m happy for you both. I wish you many years of happiness.”

It was sweet, but it made Gloria run up and grab the microphone from him and give her two cents.

“You’re gonna get some tonight Mr. Driver!” Everyone laughed. At Least it was a short speech.

 

Theo

We danced to “Georgia on my Mind” by Ray Charles, and sat through the speeches. It was my idea. The cake was vanilla and we did not squish it into each other's faces. I always found that to be a stupid tradition.

“Lets just eat the cake.” Lizzy agreed with me after we discussed it days before. 

The day went by fast, everyone had a good time. Lots of  smiles and laughs and pleasant conversation. The best part was coming home at the end of the day. Officially together as husband and wife.

“What do you want to do first?” I untied my bowtie and sat on the living room couch. “As your first official act as Mrs. Driver?”

“I just want to sit here with you.”  Lizzy sat down and took off her shoes. “Unwind after the busy day. Why did we invite so many people?”

“There were only thirteen people. Smallest wedding I’d ever been to.”

“Thirteen is still to many,” She cuddled up next to me. I put my arms around her and we sat in silence for a while, reflecting on the day's event. 

“I love you, Mrs. Driver.” I said to her softly

“I love you too.” She whispered back to me.


Submitted: February 13, 2021

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