"Uh, maybe trigonometry?" I stupidly say.

"Oh my gosh." Phillip chuckles. "Are you both blonde or what?"

Smart ass. "Well then, what would it be called?"

"Polygamy."

"No, that's when you have many spouses. What's it called when you have just three, like Barbie did? It would have to be trigamy. Really, that's kind of a good idea. Like she married Ken because he was pretty and would provide a good gene pool for kids. Then there's G.I. Joe. He'd like show up whenever. You'd just have wild sex with him, and then he'd be off again on some mission. And Robin Hood would take you on adventures. I think Barbie was on to something. She really did have the perfect life."

"Except when she got pregnant and didn't know if it was Ken or Joe's baby," Ash says sarcastically.

Like Barbie would've had a big dilemma on that one. "You know she would've just told Ken it was his baby. He wouldn't have known the difference. Ken looked good, but I don't think he was all that smart. But he was a good dad and would stay home and take care of the kids while she was off with Joe or Robin." That's not a bad idea. "Hey Phillip, can I have three husbands too?"

"Hmmm, I don't think so." He grins and shakes his head no.

Ashley rolls her eyes. "So are you saying you want a Barbie themed wedding?"

Uh, no. I may not know much, but I do know a hot pink Barbie wedding is not for me.

It seems the theme of tonight's dinner is for us to pick a theme. I swear, if they don't lay off, pretty soon my theme is gonna be, I don't give a shit.

Thank God, the oven buzzer goes off, meaning we finally get to eat. And here's what I want to know. Why aren't they asking Phillip these questions? He's the one that was so bound and determined to get engaged. I just want to have fun sleeping with him for a while.

Mrs. Mac falls back a little during dinner, but she apparently didn't make a full retreat. After dinner, she sits us down in front of apple pie and questions us.

I told you before, she feeds you and gets you to spill your guts. That woman is sneaky.

Phillip's as clueless as I am on the whole theme thing, so he tells his mom, "I have no freaking idea." Then he ditches me and takes his pie into the family room to watch football with his dad and Ash's husband, Cooper.

But Mrs. Mac will not be deterred. She gets up and grabs a large stack of the thickest magazines known to man.

Bridal magazines.

They practically break through the wooden table when she slams the stack down in front of me. Thankfully, I got my hands out of the way.

"I went through and marked everything I like in yellow," she tells me.

"And I marked everything I like in blue," Ashley adds.

When do these people find time to go through these monstrosities? If I tried to sit on the couch at home and flip through these, I'd make it all of about twelve pages before Phillip would be attacking me. Sex takes up a lot of our time lately.

Mrs. Mac continues in her sweet, If you do this for me, I will bake you cookies, voice. "So just flip through all the magazines and mark stuff you like. Then we'll help you figure out a theme. So what are you thinking for a date?"

"We haven't discussed dates yet, but I'm pretty sure we're going to have a very long, lengthy engagement. Like maybe a couple years. We really don't need to start planning yet."

She gives me a little sigh. I see my opportunity to get away, so I grab the magazines and go sit in the family room. She's still staring at me, so I pretend to look interested and flip through a few pages. But really, I'm looking at Phillip, who's sitting in his favorite chair finishing his second piece of pie. He looks so adorable that I almost wish I had two of him.

Which reminds me.

I grab my phone and look up the word trigamy. And I'm right!! There is a word that means married to three people.

I glance over to Phillip and say, "It's trigamous."

"Cool," he says, not really listening because he's very into the game and his pie. He practically licks the plate off then turns to me with a grin. "So you were wrong?"

"I was closer to right than you were. That's all I care about." I give him a sassy little smile.

He grabs me off the couch, pulls me onto his lap, and starts kissing me.

Why is it kinda funny that this boy, who managed to keep his hands off me for years, cannot seem to control those hands anymore? I'm a little embarrassed by this. We're in the middle of his family room, and everyone can see us!! I cut the kiss short, but he won't let me get off his lap, so I get cozy, watch the game, and forget all about wedding planning.

My cell buzzes on the side table. Phillip grabs it, says, "Danny," and hands me it.

"Hey, what's up?"

"How bout tomorrow will be my first start as a freaking NFL quarterback? Can you believe it?"

One of the first things Danny told me, when he moved next door in fifth grade, was that he was a great quarterback. I remember telling him he was a bragger. He told me that he wasn't bragging, he was just confident in his skills. Turns out he was right about that, since he went on to be a state champion in high school, got recruited to play for Nebraska, won the national championship his senior year, came in second in the Heisman race, and won every quarterback award there was. He went on to be the second pick in the NFL draft. Last week, the starting quarterback got a concussion, so Danny finished the game. With his blonde hair, dreamy blue eyes, killer body, and good old boy attitude, he's also quickly becoming the poster boy for hot quarterbacks everywhere. His Chiefs jersey, with Diamond across the back, became their hottest selling jersey before he ever stepped foot on their field. He's making his first professional start tomorrow in a Monday Night Football game.

"Yeah, I can believe it. I've always believed in you, and I'm so excited I get to be there!!!"

"Jay, you have always believed in me. I should probably thank you for that."

"Yeah, you should!"

"Remember my freshman year in college?"

I laugh. "I do. You thought it sucked."

"Well, it did! I was the big man in high school. State Champion Winner. MVP. First Team, All-State. Five-Star Recruit. Then I go to college and NOTHING. I got freaking redshirted. I guess I just figured it would stay easy, be like high school."

"Danny, you know as well as I do that it didn't come easy in high school. Yeah, you were better than most kids, so it looked easy, but those of us who know you knew how much time you devoted to working out, how many freaking passes Phillip and I caught for you, all the times you stayed after practice, the camps, all of it. You've always worked for it. Are you nervous? Are you comparing this to your freshman year?"

"I might be a little nervous. I've moved up a level. What if I can't compete?"

"You already competed on that level when you finished the game last week. You did awesome. You'll do awesome."

"You know, I still visualize us playing in the empty lot between our houses before every game, and that pic of you two is hanging in my locker."

"That's so cool."

"My priorities are different now. I have an amazing wife, and pretty soon, we'll have a baby. But when I'm out there in a game, I play because it's fun. Because I love it."

"I know, Danny."

"The guys have been giving me all kinds of shit about the picture though. They want to meet this flag bikini girl. They've also been making up funny stories about you two. Like Phillip's my gay lover. You're my mistress. You're the one that got away. You're a Vegas hooker. Some think I don't even know you. Like I found the pic of you both going up for a pass on the internet or something. One of these days, I might tell them the truth, but for now, their wild guesses are kinda fun."