"Well, it got even more romantic. One of the upperclassmen also saw Marilyn, and he was pursuing her, too. He kept trying to butt in and dance with her, and ply her with alcohol, but Marilyn was afraid, and begged Carl for protection."
"I did no such thing!", protested Marilyn loudly. I laughed and Joe waved her off.
"It got even worse. The other fellow was so incensed by this he actually challenged Carl to a duel! Can you imagine it? A duel!" He waved towards me. "Carl Buckman is one of the bravest men I have ever met. He actually accepted the challenge, and defended the honor of the woman he had fallen in love with. This is all true. I was there and I was Carl's second. As the challenged, he was entitled to select weapons, and he chose shot glasses and Southern Comfort. He challenged the upperclassman to a drinking contest, and he won! Now, let's give Carl a big round of applause!"
I just rolled my eyes, and it was Marilyn's turn to laugh, as more applause came up from the reception hall. "You're dead, Joe, you're dead!", called out Marilyn.
"That's right, Carl won Marilyn in a fraternity drinking contest! I mean, who could invent a story like that? That was how they met. So let's raise our glasses high and toast them, because things can only get better than that first night!"
We got a rousing round of applause and cheers, and Marilyn and I drank our champagne and kissed as well. It was time for my response, so I stood and took the mike from Joe. "Thanks, Joe. What I say now I mean from the bottom of my heart. You need to stay on that side of the table for awhile, because if you come over to this side, Marilyn is going to kill you!"
He laughed at that, as did the others. Marilyn I wasn't so sure about.
"Now let me explain what really happened that night, and not what Joe says happened." I thought about it for a few moments, and then continued, "Okay, what he said was actually pretty accurate. I remember telling Marilyn afterwards that someday she would be able to tell her grandchildren how men had fought duels over her. What I didn't tell her was that it would be our grandchildren she would tell that story to. As soon as I saw Marilyn and looked into those eyes, I knew it was my life's destiny to be with her and protect her and care for her, no matter what the cost would be. That's a promise I made earlier today, and a promise I will make her every day for the rest of our lives!"
I raised my champagne glass again. "So, let me make another toast, to Marilyn Buckman, the woman I love." I turned to her and added, "I like the sound of that name!" We kissed again, also to much applause, and Marilyn even kissed Joe on the cheek, right after she punched him in the arm.
Everybody settled down after that, and dinner was served. I went with the Chicken Francaise. The other choice was prime rib, and while I like a good steak, I'm not a big fan of prime rib. Marilyn liked the prime rib though. Just one of those differences in life. After dinner, we milled about for a bit, until the band started up. There were about a million kids running around the place, all of them Marilyn's brothers and sisters or cousins. This was a total contrast to a Buckman wedding, where children aren't allowed. Marilyn was irate that her kids couldn't come to Suzie's wedding.
It was at this point that things started to go sideways.
Chapter 51: An Unplanned Guest
Marilyn and Suzie were over at one of the guest tables, talking to Anna Lee and Tessa. I am sure that Suzie was pestering Anna Lee about nursing stuff, and Anna Lee, the obstetrics nurse, was talking to Tessa about her pregnancy. I was over on the other side of the room, talking to Joe and a few of my frat brothers. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Marilyn, Anna Lee, Tessa, and Suzie all stand up and head out of the room. I commented to Bruno Cowling, one of my frat brothers, a fellow soldier (2nd Lieutenant, Fort Lewis, 9th Infantry Division), and the only Dreg I invited, "What do you think they're doing in there all together? Having a union meeting?"
"It's one of the mysteries of life.", he replied. "Sort of like how you can put two socks in a dryer, and only get one out."
I drank some more of my gin and tonic, and we discussed other mysteries, such as how come you always end up with extra coat hangers in a closet, when one of the waitresses came up to me and tapped me on the shoulder. "Excuse me, sir, but they need you in the back room."
I looked at the others and shrugged, and then followed the waitress across the dance floor and into a side room. I looked around. This room looked like a small lounge, with a bar along one wall, and a bunch of tables and chairs in storage. Over to the side, the four women were in a gaggle. "What's up?", I asked, walking closer.
It was then that I noticed that Tessa was actually sitting down on a chair, and looked awful. She was starting to sweat, and Anna Lee was sitting next to her and obviously tending to her. Suzie was standing on the other side, and Marilyn looked stricken. "Tessa's having the baby!", she exclaimed.
"What!?"
"She's having the baby!", she repeated. I looked at Tessa, who just then groaned loudly.
"You're shitting me, right!?"
Anna Lee answered, "Her water just broke, and this baby is getting ready to join the party!"
"Holy shit!"
Marilyn asked, "What do we do?"
Both Anna Lee and Suzie tried to answer, and Tessa groaned some more. Well, thank God I actually knew the answer to this one. Maggie was damn near born in our bedroom. "Has anybody called an ambulance yet?" The women all stared at each other. Even Anna Lee, the nurse, had missed that one. "Well, unless you want to deliver the baby here, let's do that. You all stay here, I'll take care of this."
I turned on my heel and left Marilyn to join Anna Lee and Suzie caring for Tessa. The first thing I did was barge into the kitchen and find the banquet hall manager. "We need to call an ambulance.", I told him.
He looked alarmed. "What? Why?", he stammered out.
"One of the guests is having a baby."
"She can't do that here!"
"I agree, so call an ambulance." The manager continued to sputter, so I pulled a telephone off the wall and punched a 9 in. Like most such systems, this got me an outside line, so I called 911. I gave them the information, and then hung up.
I turned back and faced the manager. "Where's the clean linens?"
"You can't use our clean linens!", he protested.
"Okay, fine, when the baby dies, you can tell the cops that we couldn't use the clean linens! WHERE ARE THEY?!" I hustled him to the linen storage and grabbed an armful of clean napkins and a few tablecloths.
I took the linens back into the side room, and delivered them to Marilyn, and then went back to the dance floor. By now, a few people knew something was going on, but not what. Tusker came up to me after noticing Tessa had disappeared. "Where's Tessa? What's happening?", he asked.
I grabbed Tusker by the elbow and steered him into the side lounge. "Guess what!? You're about to be a daddy!"
He looked over at Tessa, now laying flat on the floor on top of a clean tablecloth. She noticed him there, but then grimaced and groaned. Tessa and Suzie were in the process of helping her out of her party dress, a very nice, if gargantuan, outfit. This was more than I needed to see, so I flipped around, even though Tusker continued to stare in disbelief. Marilyn came over to join us. "I have an ambulance on the way. Give them five minutes or so, I guess."