Libby the Librarian: A Rom Com Novella (12 page)

We sat there for a long time, not saying anything. Adam was holding my hand. I figured he was thinking about the baby
boy who
wasn’t his, but when he finally broke the silence he said, “When my mother was here—during our big fight—she said something about you.”

I thought he was going to bring up the whole marriage thing again, but he didn’t.

“My mother said I’ll never find another woman who loves me half as much as you do. She said no one gets that lucky twice.”

That was probably true. I don’t think it’s possible to love someone any more than I love Adam.

“She said that I wouldn’t know it ‘til I lost you, but if you ever left me, it would feel like I’d lost a piece of myself.”

I didn’t know what to say, so I just let him keep talking.

“Libby—“

“Yes.”

“Promise you’ll never leave me.”
 

We went to Sydney and Dan’s wedding.
Sydney looked beautiful in her white dress, and Dan seems adequate—husband-material-wise—although, I personally would never have considered trading in Adam for an anal-retentive accountant who wears monogramed socks. The maid of honor held the baby—they named him James—and he cried through the entire service. Sydney cried, too. I tried to be happy for her, and I mostly succeeded. At the reception we sat with Shasta and Brad. I’m starting to like Brad. He’s been headhunted by a company who contracts with NASA, so I’m guessing he smarter than I thought. He’s talking a little more, too, but not much. It turns out he’s not unfriendly, just painfully shy.
 

We’re living together now. Me
, Adam, Dickens, Poe and Kipling. Kipling is having a hard time adjusting. Every time Adam walks into a room, he gets hissed at. The vet says it’s feline anxiety disorder, but I’m pretty sure it’s feline jealousy.

I still rearrange my books every Sunday, although I’ve had to make alterations to my organizational schemata. Adam’s house—our house—may be bigger than my old place, but it’s
clearly inferior in terms of shelf space.

Every once in a while, we talk about following Adam’s mother’s
advice and getting married, but we haven’t gotten around to it yet. I’m still adjusting to answering, “yes,” when people ask if I’m seeing anyone.

The End

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