Automatic

I am sure we were meant to become one. Naomi was near and dear since our earliest days, before we even went to the same daycare. Her mother, my so-called Aunt Lizzie who lived across the street, used to tease us for holding hands during our naps. She whispered to me that I could only have her daughter if I kept her as my one and only. I blushed when she winked and pecked my forehead. I did not understand what she meant by what she said, but I liked how it felt inside my tummy when she doted on me. Mom was (and still is) a beautiful lady, but her best friend from college gave me butterflies that fluttered for days on end. I told Naomi I would marry her mother, to which she said that she would grow up to be more wonderful than Aunt Lizzie. I thought that was impossible — could there be a more perfect creature than her? — but I told my playmate to try her best anyway.