A/N WARNING: Profanity is used in this chapter.
Landon decided to plan a special night out, they hadn't had one in so long because of all of the crazy things going on. There was a museum about 30 miles away, called the Planet and Star Museum. "It has Jamie written all over it," he thought to himself. After that he had reserved a table for two at Glamour, a new restaurant. He couldn't wait, and hoped that Jamie wouldn't be too tired tonight.
He had heavily hinted she should rest today, though she probably didn't pay his hints any heed. When he came home from college, he found Jamie pushing a vacuum with one hand and dusting with the other. "Jamie! Why are you cleaning? You know there's a maid." Jamie was startled by the way he had barged in.
"I'm sorry?" she said. "I didn't realize I was under such a short leash."
Landon instantly wanted to kick himself. "That's not what I meant," he apologized, "I was. Well, I was planning a night out and now it looks like your going to be too tired."
Jamie burst out laughing and after awhile sat on the couch, clutching her enlarged stomach, panting, trying to catch her breath. "I just put on an act," she confessed, "As soon as you came up, I grabbed the vacuum and the duster. Really, I've been lying around all day. I could go out and dance the night away." To demonstrate, she let her hands fly up and started to dance around Landon.
Landon laughed, not seeing this much energy coming from Jamie for a long time. He grabbed her hand and twirled her around. She smiled at him between twirls. When he stopped twirling, she whispered into his ear, "I love you, Mr. Carter."
He hugged her. "Get ready to go out," he said softly. She was soon ready and they went out.
Jamie and Landon had a great time at the museum, and Jamie was amazed at the gigantic telescope at the end of it. She probably could have stayed there for hours, but they were supposed to be at the restaurant at eight.
They got there and were seated. "These tables are really close together," Jamie said.
They were having their usual talks. "I'm not feeling so good," said Jamie.
"Do you want to go?" suggested Landon.
"Well - nnnnn-," she said as she fainted, falling onto the next table behind her.
"What the fuck?" cried out the guy sitting behind them.
"Jamie!" he screamed. He went over to where Jamie laid, unconscious, and started to pick her up.
"What the hell is wrong with your woman? Is she one of those fuckin' nutcases?" the man yelled in Landon's face.
Landon was furious. He punched the guy in his face, making blood appear instantly. Then immediately picked up Jamie, and waited for the ambulance outside the front door of Glamour, with Jamie on his lap. The ambulance soon came, and he and Jamie were off.
A/N Please R/R!!! TY!
Landon decided to plan a special night out, they hadn't had one in so long because of all of the crazy things going on. There was a museum about 30 miles away, called the Planet and Star Museum. "It has Jamie written all over it," he thought to himself. After that he had reserved a table for two at Glamour, a new restaurant. He couldn't wait, and hoped that Jamie wouldn't be too tired tonight.
He had heavily hinted she should rest today, though she probably didn't pay his hints any heed. When he came home from college, he found Jamie pushing a vacuum with one hand and dusting with the other. "Jamie! Why are you cleaning? You know there's a maid." Jamie was startled by the way he had barged in.
"I'm sorry?" she said. "I didn't realize I was under such a short leash."
Landon instantly wanted to kick himself. "That's not what I meant," he apologized, "I was. Well, I was planning a night out and now it looks like your going to be too tired."
Jamie burst out laughing and after awhile sat on the couch, clutching her enlarged stomach, panting, trying to catch her breath. "I just put on an act," she confessed, "As soon as you came up, I grabbed the vacuum and the duster. Really, I've been lying around all day. I could go out and dance the night away." To demonstrate, she let her hands fly up and started to dance around Landon.
Landon laughed, not seeing this much energy coming from Jamie for a long time. He grabbed her hand and twirled her around. She smiled at him between twirls. When he stopped twirling, she whispered into his ear, "I love you, Mr. Carter."
He hugged her. "Get ready to go out," he said softly. She was soon ready and they went out.
Jamie and Landon had a great time at the museum, and Jamie was amazed at the gigantic telescope at the end of it. She probably could have stayed there for hours, but they were supposed to be at the restaurant at eight.
They got there and were seated. "These tables are really close together," Jamie said.
They were having their usual talks. "I'm not feeling so good," said Jamie.
"Do you want to go?" suggested Landon.
"Well - nnnnn-," she said as she fainted, falling onto the next table behind her.
"What the fuck?" cried out the guy sitting behind them.
"Jamie!" he screamed. He went over to where Jamie laid, unconscious, and started to pick her up.
"What the hell is wrong with your woman? Is she one of those fuckin' nutcases?" the man yelled in Landon's face.
Landon was furious. He punched the guy in his face, making blood appear instantly. Then immediately picked up Jamie, and waited for the ambulance outside the front door of Glamour, with Jamie on his lap. The ambulance soon came, and he and Jamie were off.
A/N Please R/R!!! TY!