Brady told me he was landing at around 9:00pm on Sunday and I planned on picking him up from the airport.
I woke up in the morning to have brunch with Lexi, Preston and Preston’s friend, Mikayla. I arrived wearing distressed joggers, a bodysuit, mules and Gucci sunglasses.
“I think Hunter blocked me,” Lexi said.
Lexi and I hadn’t hung out since that night.
“Why do you think that?” I asked.
“He’s not responding to my messages,” Lexi said.
“Why would Hunter block you?” Preston asked.
I gasped, realizing I hadn’t even told him the story. “Let me tell you what happened.”
“It’s not as bad as it sounds,” Lexi prefaced.
“This drunk mess FaceTimed Hunter at 4am one night,” I said. “And his wife answered.”
“Oh my God! The bitch?” Preston exclaimed.
“Yes! And to make matters worse, I was sitting next to Lexi when she called and the bitch totally saw me. She probably thinks I set the whole thing up!”
“What luck you have, baby doll!” he shouted.
“Like, I can understand how it’s kind of funny, but it’s not funny to me yet!” I said.
“Did she say anything to you?” Preston asked.
“I don’t know. I got a text from Hunter later, but I deleted it before I opened it,” I said.
“Wait, you didn’t tell me that,” Lexi cut in.
I ignored her. “So now I don’t know if I should address the issue or just pretend it didn’t happen.”
“Pretend it didn’t happen. Don’t admit guilt,” Preston said. Lexi nodded. “‘FaceTime Hunter at 4am? Why would you ever do such a thing!’”
Two hours of cackling later, we were all happily drunk and on the verge of getting kicked out of the restaurant. Lexi wanted to take our party elsewhere, but I really needed to do the sixteen piles of laundry I had all over the floor and go grocery shopping to prepare for Brady’s arrival.
I got in the house and sang, “Tucker! Come here you snickerdoodle, so I can take you outside for a potty.”
He didn’t immediately come running so I called out again, using Scott’s British/Australian accent. “Tucker, my boy, come to mummy so we can go to the loo.”
Tucker came strutting around the corner looking super proud that he was with his daddy. Brady was home.
“Ah! I wasn’t expecting you until later!” I said. He looked so fucking good in his crew neck and glasses and shorts and haircut.
“Thought I’d surprise you,” Brady said. He came and hugged me and that’s when it hit me that he was actually home.
“Oh my God, I can’t believe you’re here! You’re finally home!” I squealed.
“I really missed you,” he said.
“I missed you like a ton,” I said. “I have so much to tell you.”
“I have so much to tell you, also,” Brady said in a way that made me step back to look at him.
“We can talk about all that later,” he said and grabbed me by my hips closer to him. “God, I’m so glad to see you.”
“What do you have to tell me?” I demanded, assuming my worst fear had come true and he had gotten some bitch pregnant.
“Don’t worry, babe,” Brady said, looking serious and cute. “Help me unpack and we can talk about everything.”
We went to the bedroom and Brady started unloading his suitcases, throwing clothes into the colorized piles for laundry. He was telling me about everything he did, the trails he hiked and what he ate. I had so many questions.
Mostly things like, “Who all was there?” and “Was she pretty?” and “Did you take your shirt off? Who were you trying to show off for?”
I was being a little bit annoying, but Brady missed me and loved it. Again, it was so nice to see Brady excited about something and so excited to tell me about his trip. I loved that he was so enthusiastic to tell me stuff especially because usually things are all about me and not about Brady.
Later that evening, after lots of catching up and sobering up and hooking up and tidying up, we showered and got ready to go out for dinner. I was so amped that I had a date and was hitting the town with my hot man that I needed to dress accordingly. I put on a beautiful Alice + Olivia mini dress, clear heels (sorry) and red lipstick.
I’d forgotten about Brady saying he had stuff to tell me mostly because I thought we’d covered everything. But after we finished a whole bottle of wine at dinner, Brady had more to say.
“So I think you’re really going to like this,” he said.
I took a break from my gnocchi to look at him.
“I was offered a position in New York. I really want to take it.”
I just blinked, feeling my heart sinking. Brady was leaving me again.
“One of my old professors reached out to me and-” I spaced out, the feeling of betrayal taking over. “I want you to come with me.”
“I thought you hated New York,” I blurted out.
Brady smiled. “I don’t love it. But being in Peru made me want to do a little more career wise and I do think this is the move I want to make.”
I didn’t say anything, but I must have looked sad because he said, “I want you to come, Reese. I know this seems random and you should probably have a think about it, but-”
“Of course I’m coming, but you’re right. It is super random.”
“Um, I need to be there by the 27th so I plan on being there the weekend before. I still have a lot to figure out…”
“Of this month?” I exclaimed.
“Yes. I am going to stay in my aunt’s apartment until I find a place which I hope to do soon after getting there,” Brady explained.
“What!? And what are you going to do about your house?” I continued exclaiming, shocked that Brady was being impulsive.
“Probably rent it out. Alex knows some people who are looking to move. I don’t want to sell yet – it’s not the right market.”
“Oh my gosh, you’ve really thought about this,” I realized.
“Well yeah. I wanted to make sure it was feasible before coming to a decision,” Brady said.
I was quiet for a moment, processing everything. I don’t have a job lined up in New York, but my company has an office there. I don’t have an apartment lease to worry about and my bigger furniture is in storage anyway. Like, it could totally work.
“You don’t have to decide now if you want to come. I just thought you’d be excited.”
“Oh, I’m coming,” I let him know. There was no way Brady was moving halfway across the country – to my favorite city – without me.
It’s so funny how things change. Do y’all remember when Brady got that offer in New York a couple years ago and he was so against it and there was all this drama? What a nightmare.
The rest of the night was so much fucking fun. We were happy to be back together and excited for New York. Brady told me more about what he’d be doing and who he would be working with and how he’d have to travel to Connecticut like twice a month. I’m so happy for him for taking a leap of faith and doing more of what he wants. You only live once and shit.
At the end of the night I asked, “So are there any pregnant girls in Peru I need to worry about?”
I’d decided in my head that I was 100% going to New York with Brady before I even sat down and thought about the logistics of it all.
On Monday morning, I cornered Scott to let him know what was going on.
“I need to transfer to New York,” I told him.
“Okay. Why? And how was your weekend?” he replied.
“Brady got a job and I’m tagging along. My weekend was obviously great,” I said.
“Wow, I’m surprised you’d want to go anywhere with him,” Scott said.
“What is that even supposed to mean?”
“Well, nothing really,” Scott shrugged. “I’m not sure what openings we have in New York, but let me do some research.”
Later in the day, Scott texted me, “We only have sales jobs in New York at the moment. Is that the route you want to go down?”
His text seemed condescending so I decided to do my own research and reach out to Keri in HR. She let me know that there was a sales manager position open. Technically it is sales, but Scott was obviously being petty by not at least telling me about it.
I reached out to recruiting, introduced myself and threw my name in the hat. Thanks for literally nothing, Scott.
Brady and I have been looking at apartments nonstop this week. Surprisingly he is the one being super particular and picky. If I had a dollar for every time he said, “Yeah, that kitchen is not going to work,” I’d have like $18. We have it narrowed down to about five.
Anyway, I know this seems rushed and y’all are probably wondering the same thing Brady keeps asking: “Are you sure you want to do this?”
I think the more important question is, is Brady sure he wants to do this? I’ve been ready.