A Lonely September
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Chapter Seven: Not the Smartest Thing to Do
I know it's not the smartest thing to do
'A Lonely September' by Plain White T's
Jackson was pacing a small expanse of floor in front of his door. He was hoping that Lisa had received his letter than she would be arriving shortly. He had no way to guarantee that his attempt at communication had been intercepted.
But what he did know was that he was going crazy without her there with him.
Gravel crunched and a car engine died. A door slammed, followed by the chirp of an alarm. Hurried knocks on the front door caught his immediate attention. His heart leapt into his through as he pulled the door open in one swift motion—and prepared to swing it right back incase it wasn't her.
She stood on the step, his letter clutched in her left hand and tears in her green eyes.
"I'm here," she whispered softly; unwilling to speak. "I came as soon as I could."
He stepped out to where stood on unsteady heels and wrapped his arms around her trembling body to soothe her. She clung to him desperately and stood on tip-toes to kiss him without an ounce of hesitation.
They locked lips and limbs together as shivers ran up and down their spines. All pretenses disappeared and they forgot all about keeping their relationship secret.
Finally, Jackson pulled away and led her inside his modest house.
"I have something to show you, Leese," he said quietly, holding her right hand tightly as they walked down the hallway towards one of the bedrooms.
"What is it?"
He opened the door to the bedroom and she gasped in surprise.
"Oh, Jackson! You did all of this?"
"For you and the baby. I did it all for the two of you."
She ran her hands along the carefully constructed pine furniture, touched the soft bedding that he had carefully placed in the crib, and fingered the matching curtains he had hung on the large window. The soft yellow on the walls warmed the room and she smiled delightedly at all the care and thought he had put into the simple nursery.
"I considered buying clothes, but I figured that'd be better left to you," he said sheepishly as she pulled open the dresser drawers. "I did buy plenty of basic supplies—diapers, wipes, powder, etc—though."
Ecstatic all the same, Lisa threw her arms around Jackson again and hugged him tightly. "I can't believe you went to all this trouble just for me!"
Tears were slipping down her cheeks and she sniffled slightly.
"Stay with me, Leese. I want you and I want our baby. Please, don't leave me. I'll do whatever you need me to do, just stay with me. I love you and I don't want to live without you."
She looked into his earnest blue eyes and nodded her head rapidly. "Yes, yes, yes! I love you too, Jackson! I've tried to live without you, but I can't. I love you too much."
"Good, because I wasn't going to let you go anyways."
She let out a laugh. "Why am I not surprised?"
He shrugged innocently.
Suddenly all the happiness fled her. "What am I going to do, Jackson? I can't—"
"Yes, you can," he said confidently; tossing her a warm smile. "You can do this. Think about us—about the baby. Do it for our baby, Leese. Do it to protect your baby."
"But, he won't—"
"Just tell me what you want me to do. I'll do whatever you ask."
"Should I tell him the truth?"
"Do you think he'll willingly give you a divorce?"
"I hope so."
"I'm giving you an hour, Leese. You can go collect whatever you want to keep but don't worry about clothes and necessities. I can buy you all new of whatever you want. Just go handle what you need to. If you're not back in an hour, I'm coming after you, okay?"
She nodded in agreement.
"Good. I love you, Leese," he reminded her, giving her a quick kiss before helping out the house and into her car. "I'll see you in an hour."
Or I'll kill him…
Author's Notes:
Another short chapter! We're almost at the end! Yay!
