(Chapter Twenty-One)
You run outside the restaurant, and head toward the car. Running away from a proposal, how stupid are you? You think. Pretty soon you hear Tom calling after you.
You get to the car, and then lean against it. Tom reaches the car right after you do, and you can tell he's upset.
"What's going on? Why did you run away?" He asked, hurt.
"Tom, it's not that I don't want to marry you, I do, but-"
"You do? Well that's great, but you didn't have to-"
"Tom your not letting me finish!" You cut him off. "I can't, I've always had trouble committing to things. When you proposed to me, I got so scared and panicked."
Tom looked into your eyes. "Why didn't you say anything before?"
You look down, playing with the hem of your shirt. "I...I don't know."
He pulled you into a hug. "It's okay. If your not ready to commit, then I won't push you. We can always wait until the baby's born."
You smile up at him, and pull him in for a kiss. He kisses you back, and then you remember that you both ran out without eating dinner.
"We should get inside before they call the cops." You joke.
"Right." He put his arm around yours and you walk into the restaurant.
After you've finished your meal, you and Tom head back to the car.
"That was really good, thanks." You tell him, as you open the door.
"Anytime." He replied, getting into the driver seat and starts the car.
Between the both of you, it felt awkward. You wondered if the whole thing with the proposal made it that way.
"Your not upset about the whole thing, right?" You ask him.
"No, I'm fine. Why do you ask?" He smiles at you.
"It just seems awkward, I don't know. Maybe it's me."
He pulls out of the parking lot and heads toward the house. "Maybe."
You look out the window, at the passing scenery. The sun had started to set, making the sky an orange, with some little flecks of purple. Tom reaches for your hand, and you take it, turning to look at him.
Once he pulls into the driveway and shuts the engine off, he takes his seatbelt off, and gets out of the car. You take off your heels, and get out of the car, carrying them inside.
You rub your stomach absently, and head into the kitchen. He follows you, leaning against the counter as you rummage through the fridge.
"Didn't you just eat at the restaurant?" Tom laughs, watching as you pull out leftovers.
"Yes, but I'm starving!" You say, taking the lid off the Tupperware it was placed in. You grab a fork and then start eating it cold.
"Your not going to heat it up?" He makes a face.
"No. I'm too lazy to hear it up."
He walks over to the table and sits at it. You bring your food to the table and sit too.
"I've got to brace myself for your mood swings. This is really crazy." He shakes his head.
"Well you only have to put up with them for a couple months." You say, as if that might make him feel better.
"Yay, that makes me feel better." He retorts, chuckling.
"Sorry." You laugh with him. "I just wish time would speed up so we can find out if it's a boy or girl."
"I'm just as excited to find out as you are." He smiles, grabbing your hand and rubbing it.
You finish up the leftovers and put the Tupperware in the sink. Then you walk back over to him, and wrap your arms around him.
"What are you going to do with that ring?"
"Keep it. Would you be opposed to wearing it?" He smiled, looking down at you.
"Yes! Everyone would think I'm getting married!"
"I was kidding." He laughs.
You blush. "I knew that." Then you yawn.
"Time for bed?" He says, and you nod. Tom picks you up and carries you up the stairs into the bedroom. The bed looks so inviting, as soon as you get into bed you fall asleep.