Danielle Steel - The Apartment

“When are we getting married?” she asked him. She was overwhelmed by the whole idea.

“How about June?” She nodded, and they were talking and hugging and laughing, when one of the labor nurses walked in and saw them. It was Sally, the one they both liked best.

“What are you two doing in here?” She liked them both and always enjoyed working with Sasha when she was on duty.

“We just got engaged,” Sasha told her, beaming.

“Congratulations!” she said heartily, and then went back to business. “We’re getting some action in Room Two. Heavy labor, we’re at ten. She’s ready to push. We need you.”

“How did that happen so fast?” Sasha stood up quickly. “She was at two the last time I looked.”

“Maybe the baby got tired of waiting. What do I know? You’re the doctor, so get your ass in there and get to work. If you’ll excuse me,” she said, turning to Alex with a broad grin, “your fiancée is on duty. She’s the doctor here tonight. And give him back the ring,” she said to Sasha. “You can’t wear it when you’re doing a delivery.” She was right. Sasha handed it to him, and he put it in the box and slipped it in his pocket.

“Don’t lose it!” she said as she kissed him quickly and hurried after the nurse with a wave at her future husband.

The baby in Room Two was already through the birth canal and crowning when Sasha hurried into the labor room. She was just in time to catch the baby, a little girl who came out with two pushes, as her parents laughed and cried at the wonder of her. Sasha cut the cord and put her on her mother’s stomach, and then to her breast, as the new mom held her close and looked adoringly at her husband and told him how much she loved him. And all Sasha could think of, as she watched them, was that one day that would be her and Alex.

When Alex and Sasha came off duty on Christmas night, they met the others at Max’s restaurant, after they went back to the loft to shower and change, and make love to celebrate their engagement. They were both glowing when they walked in to meet the others, and Sasha was wearing her engagement ring, but she was not going to tell them until they saw it. She was drinking a glass of wine since she they were off call for the night, and holding the glass with her left hand, when Morgan let out a piercing scream as she stared at it.

“Oh my God! What is that?” Max looked instantly terrified, thinking she had seen a mouse or a cockroach, and then Abby saw the ring and let out a shriek.

“What’s wrong with you two?” Max shouted at them, and by then Greg and Oliver had seen it too and were laughing.

“We’re engaged!” Sasha shouted at them. “We’re getting married.”

“Oh, for God’s sake, I thought we had rats.” Max turned to Morgan. “Don’t ever scream like that again, unless someone shoots a customer.” But they were all laughing and hugging by then, and Max ordered their best champagne for the table.

“When did he ask you?” Morgan wanted all the details, and Sasha told them. And Alex looked like a proud man as they all congratulated him.

“Have you told your mother?” Morgan asked her, and Sasha shook her head.

“We called Alex’s parents and brother last night. I thought I’d call mine, and Valentina, tomorrow. I wanted to give us some time to enjoy it first.”

“That should be fun with your mom,” Morgan teased her. Morgan knew that Sasha’s mother was no advocate for marriage, and would try to talk her out of it. She thought Sasha’s father was a nice guy, but her mother was hell on wheels and rarely nice to Sasha, or anyone else.

“I think Valentina is coming home from Paris tomorrow, or the next day. And you’re all bridesmaids,” she told Morgan and Abby, “and Claire, of course. I have to send Claire an e-mail to tell her. We think we’ll get married in June.” She gave them all the details, as they drank the champagne. And Valentina would be the maid of honor, of course.

“Who’s going to plan it?” Morgan asked her.

“I don’t know yet. We haven’t thought about it.” It hadn’t even occurred to Sasha.

“You need a wedding planner. You’ll go crazy without one. You’re too busy to do it. And I can’t see your mom planning a wedding. That would be like hiring Cruella De Vil to be your dogwalker.” They all laughed at that. “She’d be handing out pamphlets on divorce law in church.” Listening to her, Sasha realized that they had a lot of decisions to make—about church wedding or not, Atlanta or New York, big wedding or small one—not to mention who was going to pay for the wedding. For now, she just wanted to enjoy the moment with Alex before all hell broke loose and they had to figure it all out. And it sounded like Morgan was right, they would need a wedding planner.

They talked about their e-mail from Claire about her mother moving in with them for a few months, so Claire could start a shoe business with her. They were all happy for her, and the three women said they liked her mother and thought it would be fine. She was a quiet woman, and if Claire didn’t mind sharing her bedroom with her, it would work.

They all had a good time at dinner that night, and went back to the apartment. And the next day Sasha called her mother. She was already back in her office the day after Christmas.

They made small talk for a few minutes, which was never easy with her, and then Sasha decided to bite the bullet and cut to the chase.

“I have something to tell you, Mom,” she said, feeling ten years old again and as though she’d gotten in trouble at school.

“You’re giving up medicine to go to law school? Now that would be good news.” Muriel was only half-joking.

“Actually, no. I’ve been dating someone wonderful, and we’re getting married. I’m engaged.”

“How long have you been dating him, and why don’t I know about him?” Because you’re a sour old bat, Sasha wanted to say to her, but didn’t.

“We haven’t been dating for very long, and I wanted to be sure it was serious before I told you.”

“How long?” Muriel Hartman asked, sounding as though she were cross-examining a witness.

“Three months.”

“That’s ridiculous. You don’t know each other. Do you know the success rate of people who get married after three months?”

“I’m sure sometimes it works out. We’ve spent a lot of time together.”

“What does he do for a living?” The inquisition was on.

“He’s a resident at NYU, like I am, in pediatrics.”

“I hope you’re prepared to starve. He won’t make any money, and you won’t either. What do his parents do?” She hated the way her mother viewed things and the things she said. But none of it surprised her. This was why she rarely called her mother.

“His father is a cardiologist, and his mother is an attorney, in Chicago.” It was all the information Sasha could give her. “They’re very nice people. I met them at Thanksgiving.”

“Well, I’m not paying for the wedding. I don’t believe in marriage.”

“I didn’t call you to ask you to subsidize my wedding,” Sasha said, annoyed. “I just called to tell you I’m getting married, and I was hoping you’d congratulate me, if that’s not too much to ask.”

“Congratulations,” Muriel said tersely. “I’m sure your father will pay for the wedding,” she added, sounding angry. “Have you called him?”

“No. I called you first.”

“That was nice of you,” she said, surprised. “When are you getting married?”

“Maybe June. We don’t have a date yet. It just happened.”

“Well, congratulations,” she said again, “even though I think you’re making a mistake. You should live together for a few years, and by then you probably won’t want to get married. And don’t have children!” she said sternly, which was a direct slam at Sasha and Valentina. How about just not having a mother? Sasha wanted to ask her. Sasha thought her mother was truly the most unpleasant woman she’d ever met. “Don’t forget to give me the wedding date so I can put it on my calendar.”