Who's Who
Who's Who?
"It's OK, he'll be here soon." Lindsay cooed to her 6 month old brown hair, blue eyed daughter. The baby cried on, oblivious to her mother's soothing words.
Lindsay shifted her attention to the clock. It was almost 9. He was going to make her late if he didn't hurry up.
She hurried to the closet, pulling out her favorite dark skinny jeans. She'd only recently been able to fit into them again. Along with them came the sexy sleeveless black tank top with the sparkly detailing along the neckline. She checked her hair one last time, making sure all her loose, tousled curls were in place.
Then she grabbed her purse and threw her phone, wallet, compact, and perfume into a small clutch. She took a deep breath and glanced around the room before stepping over to his side of the bed and grabbing a couple of condoms from the bottom of his drawer. He'd never notice, they didn't even use them anymore, not since he'd gotten snipped.
She stuffed those into the zipper pocket and snapped it closed.
A moment later, she heard the door open. Finally!
"Linds?" She heard him call out.
"In the bedroom!" She returned, fastening her earrings in place.
His footsteps got closer as he made his way down the hall into the bedroom.
"Hey babe." He greeted her warmly, kissing her on the cheek.
"Hey yourself." She replied as she stepped into her vibrant red heels.
"What're you all dressed up for? We got a party or somethin' I forgot about?" He asked as he pulled off his shirt, his blue eyes meeting hers in the mirror.
"No, remember, it's girls night tonight." She reminded him, to which he immediately nodded.
"Oh yeah, it's Thursday, I forgot. Well, you look hot babe." He told her as he walked over to the baby's crib and scooped up his daughter.
"Thanks. I'm heading out, OK? See you in awhile. Don't wait up." She told him, grabbing her sweater and rushing out.
Half hour later she was seated at McGuire's Motel and Bar on 109th. It was a very expensive 25 minute cab ride that she'd been taking every Thursday for… Well, a long time. Except for the past 9 weeks. She'd been with the baby and she hadn't been able to get away… Until now.
It was definitely a hole in the wall. The bar was barely as big as her apartment and the motel was definitely not on the 5 star list.
She was seated at their sorry excuse of a bar, nursing a beer when he walked in. His piercing eyes met hers and she felt her heart jump into her throat.
He strode over and sat down beside her, ordering a beer. His eyes feel to her left hand. She'd taken off the ring. She knew he didn't like when she wore it in front of him.
He took a long gulp of his beer and for the umpteenth time, wondered why he was sitting there, doing this to himself. He knew the answer. He'd always known the answer. He was there because he knew she would be there and somehow that was enough to get him to go.
They didn't speak for awhile. They'd been doing this for so long now, words didn't mean much anymore.
"Nice outfit." He complimented quietly, his eyes on the beer in front of him.
"Thanks. Thought you'd like it." She replied, taking a sip of her own beer.
They lapsed into their silence again, neither one knew what to say.
"I didn't expect you to show up." She piped up at last.
"Why's that?" He questioned, his voice listless.
"Because we haven't seen each other since I had the baby and that was 9 weeks ago." She informed him.
"Did you tell him?" He asked, his tone was low and level.
"She looks like me, except for the blue eyes. And I figured since you both have blue eyes…" She trailed off.
"You didn't tell him because you felt there was no need." He finished off after taking a long pull of his beer.
She opened her mouth to argue but realized she would be arguing the truth and what was the point of that?
"I've changed my mind." He continued, picking at the label on his beer.
"About what?" She asked, not knowing what he was referring to.
"Meeting her. I want to meet her." He said, turning to meet her gaze.
"Why?" She questioned, narrowing her eyes.
"Because she's my daughter Lindsay. Because I want to hold my kid." He shot back.
She knew she didn't have a choice. He'd give her up to her husband in a second if she refused.
"Fine." She replied dully, swallowing the rest of her beer.
"Ready?" He asked as he threw a twenty on the bar.
She nodded and he followed her into the motel portion of the building.
They stopped at 189, their usual room and she fished the key out of her pocket, opening the door.
"Leave the heels on. They look hot." Was the last thing he said.
So…. Who's she married to? Who's the father of the baby?
Haven't decided whether or not to continue... Thoughts?
