We spent the rest of the night, comforting each other, reassuring our love for one another and figuring out what happened that something, that seems small now, escalated the situation. We make the agreement to be more considerate of each others feelings and concerns. We were both emotionally and physically tired and ended up sleeping soundly in each others arms.
We do better than before after that. I am much more content and Sarina acts the same way. I tried analyzing the whole situation from a professionals view and I came to the conclusion that I had suppressed the fact, my emotions are just as important as hers and was feeling ignored and overlooked for a while now. However, I can have her be more considerate of my feelings while still being considerate of hers.
With the wedding and honeymoon coming up soon, things were getting busy and days were flying by. I had a meeting at the hospital with some of the other doctors and my marriage coming up was mentioned. Everyone joked around asking if Sarina had become a bridezilla but I would smile and shake my head in return. I let them know that so far everything has worked out just fine and other than the normal stress that comes with weddings, I have gotten lucky. I receive congratulations on how lucky I am before sharing how their wives were.
Jack leans over, whispering, "I wanted to say thank you for asking me to be a groomsmen. Only a few more days now. You nervous?"
"You're welcome. Yes and no. It's more excited than nervous. Especially for the honeymoon." I smirk.
"Where you two going?" Jack asks, curiously.
"The Amalfi Coast in Italy. We were going to go to the Polynesian islands but then she saw pictures of this place and instantly changed her mind and insisted." I shrug, "Whatever makes her happy."
Jack chuckles at that before bringing up something as we wait for others needed for the meeting, "Did you consider allowing some of the residents do some time at your offices or not? I sent you the contract agreement, but I know you've been busy."
I hesitate, letting out a pained noise, "You know, Jack, some of those that I interviewed I just didn't feel were right for my private office. I hired someone who's doing great so far. I just don't want to commit myself to something when there's a high possibility for differences in opinions on treating patients." I sigh.
"So you'd rather screen them before hand?" Jack asks, opening up his notepad and adding a note.
"Yes, that would be preferred."
"If I make the necessary changes, allowing you to screen them, will you reconsider? We can only keep so many here and at the facility and I've only had three other offices accept people. If I can't accommodate at least two more interns, we'll lose the federal grant money that pays these people and allows for funding and access to broader treatment options." Jack has a hopeful look in his eyes and I cave into him.
"Yeah, add the screening process and I can't start screening until I get back from my honeymoon. My other colleague there at the office doesn't make any calls like that. Plus, I'll need to fix up the other rooms to get them ready for use."
"That's fine, Brian. Thank you. That's going to make this meeting go better than I was expecting it to." Jack shakes my hand as the hospital board called everyone to order and they'd start the meeting.
We were at the wedding rehearsal, the members of the bridal party and my groomsmen with us, along with my parents and others, having a good time. Sarina and I decided to have a joint bachelor/bachelorette party tonight. Our wedding was two days from now, but tomorrow the place would be setting up everything for our big day, so we did rehearsals today.
My mom thought us having a joint party was so sweet and showed how in love we were and was gushing about it the entire time. I kept looking to dad to help out and get her to be quiet about it already. He just shrugs and places his hand on her shoulder and leans forward to whisper in her ear. She looks to me and closes her mouth and finally the wedding director doesn't have to talk over her anymore.
We make it through the rehearsals quickly after that, before heading to the club for our party. Lance had a divider up in the middle of the bar area for some 'games' he said. About an hour after the party started and everyone's had a chance to eat, he has me and Sarina sit on either side of the divider. We're handed a stick with bride and groom on each side.
Questions start coming at us, "Who takes longer to get ready?" I hold up bride. "Who is more creative?" Bride again. "Who snores louder?" I hesitate and then hold up groom, earning a some laughs at that one. "Who laughs the best?" "Who has the bigger ass?" The answer is bride and I nod in with a smug smile, making everyone laugh. "Who lasts longer in bed?" Ugh... I hold up the thing with groom, but flip it back and forth between bride and groom.
"Who is more stubborn?" I hold up bride and everyone laughs making me think she's held up groom. "Who initiated the first kiss?" Bride, yep, I remember that. "Who wanted to go official first?" I hold up groom.
"Who's the better kisser?" Oh.... I hold up bride after a moment of thought.
"Who hogs the bed more?" Bride, definitely her. More laughter ensues.
"Who said I love you first?" That would be me, I think, raising the groom card.
"Who's the better lover?" I stop and shake my head, raising the bride card, chuckles escaping from everyone.
"Who spends more money?" Bride. "Who's crazier?" I enthusiastically hold the bride up, and everyone laughs.
"Okay, last one... Who's more excited for the wedding?" I hold up and flip between the answers.
We find out our answers after, while they start setting up the next game. It has balloons being placed into some small kiddie pools, some chairs and traffic cones set up across from each other, and a finish line. We're split up into teams and are told the way to play. We have to pick a balloon up, no hands, taking it from the kiddie pool to circle the traffic cone, then sit it on the chair and pop it before we cross the finish line. Our team members can start picking up balloons as soon as we're out of the kiddie pool, but can't cross the finish line until we do it in the same order we entered.
Chaos and laughter ensues, as we start it off. It's a lot harder than you think to squat and pick up a balloon in a kiddie pool, then step out of said kiddie pool, keeping the balloon between your legs. After struggling like many others, I realize, the rules state no hands, nothing against using your mouth. I squat, getting on my knees, and grab a balloon end by sucking it up to my mouth, before using my lips to hold on to it.
Rounds of cries of me cheating ring out, but Lance jumps to my defense, "He's not using his hands. I do want to see how he gets up though." He starts laughing as I begin moving my body to prepare to get up. I know I probably look silly, twisting my ankles up under me, but when I stand up he just throws me a thumbs up and I'm moving on. I easily jog around the cone, then set the balloon down on the chair and sit on it to pop it. It slips out and falls on the ground. I have to pick it back up. This time I pick it up with my knees and realize I'm going to have problems standing up. I slowly stand straining to not pop the balloon or drop it, and duck waddle to the chair, causing a roar of laughter to erupt from everyone. I'm able to pop it on the chair this time and I cross the finish line to cheer on the rest of my team.
Our next game was 'doin it doggy', where we had to pop a balloon taped to our asses, then allow our team members to pop our balloon by 'humping us doggy style'. Of course this was a guys vs girls. I flipped Lance off when I realized that Scott and Simon had set themselves up on either side of me, grinning like a kid going to the amusement park for the first time. Scott would be behind me and Simon would be the one I'd have to pop his balloon.
We start and the guys have a lead on the chicks, which Scott takes advantage of. He acts like he's spitting on his hand, then goes dramatic by acting like he's saying a thank you prayer.
"Scott, get on with it already." I roll my eyes at him, laughing.
"SO IMPATIENT!" Sarina roars in laughter as I flip her off too. She blows me a kiss right as Lirael humps her ass popping her balloon and making her squeal.
Scott grabs my hips and pops the balloon, "Oh that's going in the spank bank." Scott says low enough for me to hear, but others not catch it all.
I scoff, grab Simons hips and go to pop the balloon when he turns big eyes up at me.
"Be gentle, it's my first time."
I fucking lose it, right as I moved my hips, and the balloon doesn't pop cause I'm laughing so hard.
I do it again and it still doesn't pop.
"Oh yeah! Harder!" Simon calls out.
Laughing I smack his ass and thrust again, popping it, Simon crying out like he just came. We're all dying gripping our sides in laughter as he goes to pop the person in front of him but the girls ended up winning using our laughter as a means to get ahead.
Simon blows a kiss at me, "Next time, just pull my hair, big boy." He winks and shifts out of my reach, a squeal escaping him when I reach to grab his hair.