I shoot her an evil look and she glares at me. ⌠You didn▓t!■ she said accusedly.
⌠Didn▓t what?■ I reply wickedly.
⌠Ugh!■ She bursts out disgustedly. ⌠You mixed my medicine in?■ ⌠Well, of course. You won▓t take it other wise, and I worry about you.■ I tell her sincerely. ⌠If you don▓t take it, you▓ll get sick!■ She looks pissed off but doesn▓t say more. She goes into our bedroom to gather her school books. I major in art and minor in writing, while she majors in music and minors in business. I wait for her to come back and shortly she does. She still looks disgruntled and spits her tongue out at me. She▓s close enough for me to reach her, so I grab a fist full of her hair and kiss her hard. She returns the kiss, all frustration forgotten.
⌠You always know how to cheer me up.■ She giggles, looking at me. We hold hands as we walk out the door. I get to my car and look up at her. She pulls me close and puts her head on my shoulder. ⌠I miss when I would drive you everywhere.■ She sighs, kissing my neck.
I remember back when I was sixteen and she had her license and I didn▓t, so she would pick me up from school. ⌠Babe, I▓ll let you drive me around all you want this weekend, in my car.■ I have a convertible and she has her jeep.
⌠Yeah, right.■ She mumbles, rolling her eyes. ⌠I love you.■ She says, honesty sparkling in her beautiful eyes.
⌠I love you more.■ I kiss her again before opening my car door. ⌠If we don▓t get moving we▓ll be late, love.■ I sit down in the seat and she leans down once more to kiss me.
⌠I▓ll see you after class.■ She looks at me sadly.
⌠I miss you already.■ I mean it too. Leaving her, for no matter how short a time, always kills me. ⌠You know how scary that is?■ I ask her.
⌠Yeah, I do, actually.■ She smiles and heads to her car. ⌠See you. I love you. Have a great day.■ ⌠You too, baby. Study hard.■ I wave and pull out of the drive way. I watch her car in my rearview mirror as she goes the opposite way. I sigh to myself and start towards school. When I get to campus I pull into my normal parking place, hardly noticing a figure standing in front of it. I get out and grab my bags, my mind on my art project, when a hand falls on my shoulder. I spin around startled, but then see it▓s just my friend, Katherine.
⌠Hi, Kathy. You surprised me! Am I late?! Has professor Billings started yet? Shit!■ I stream though sentences without waiting for an answer.
⌠Hey! Calm down! He isn▓t here yet. He told us yesterday he▓d be running late. I just wanted to ask you about your art project, because mine sucks and I know it sucks, so don▓t say otherwise!■ she added hastily as I opened my mouth to argue.
The rest of the day pasted like all the others: uneventful. I worked with my project, a cut glass portrait, and listened to Professor Billings ⌠constructive criticism■. After that I went to writing, were I have this great Professor named Sachie Wakamura. She▓s creative and brilliant and our heated discussions never fail to leave me thinking hard. I think about my baby and wonder how her day has been while throwing myself into my work.
I finally finish my classes, run by the art room again to grab one of my unfinished projects I wanted to work on at home. As soon as I▓m in the car I text message my love and say:
⌠BEAUTIFUL, I▓M ON MY WAY HOME. I▓LL COOK TONIGHT, OKAY?■ I crank the car, not bothering to wait for an answer. I head toward the grocery store, thoughts of what I need filling my head. When I reach the Piggly Wiggly, I park and head inside. Then I remember why she does the shopping. There is so much junk food, that I really miss Pepsi and chips. I go to the frozen foods and pick up what I need before heading to the cash register. ⌠This all?■ the cashier asks politely.
⌠Yes, ma▓am.■ I respond automatically. She giggles at being called ⌠ma▓am■, because she can▓t be older than me, most likely younger. I hate being from the south sometimes. Saying ⌠ma▓am■ and ⌠sir■ when most people don▓t and ⌠pardon me■ and things like that. It▓s something I do automatically in a quite little shy girl voice that really irritates me. I guess I just like to please people. Supposedly that▓s called ⌠co-dependence■. Whatever.
I load my car up and head home. I bring the groceries into the house and put them in the fridge. I look at the Pepsi and chips I bought guiltily before putting them away too. I start to cook dinner, a recipe my dad made up called ⌠pork-a-la-marty■, and preheat the oven. ⌠You▓re making dinner?■ she asks, making me jump.
⌠Jesus!■ I exclaim, surprised, ⌠I didn▓t hear you come in!■ She laughs and takes the knife out of my hand before hugging me. ⌠This must be a special occasion. Did I forget an important date?■ ⌠No.■ I answer in mock horror. ⌠Can▓t I make dinner for my wonderful fiancИ?■ She giggles and adds, ⌠Oh, I▓m sorry, I forgot you can cook. I bought wine for the occasion.■ When I make a face she hurriedly adds, ⌠They are wine coolers! They taste good, like fruit.■ I figure if she bought wine than I can get away with the Pepsi, so I nod. I pick my knife back up and continue to cut the pork into small pieces.
⌠What are you making anyway?■ she inquires, trying to get a good look.
⌠My dad▓s own creation. Now go somewhere else until I▓m done!■ I shoo her out of the kitchen. I concentrate on my work while she leaves. I put the green beans on the stove, along with the rice, and put the main course in the oven. I grab the bread rolls and stick them in the toaster-oven. I clean up what I▓ve used so far while waiting for everything to be ready. I poke my head into the dinning room to make sure she isn▓t there. I put candles on the middle of the table and put the yellow and pink roses I▓d bought earlier on the table in my mother▓s crystal vase. I go back into the kitchen and get our plates and put them on the table along with our silver ware. We are only in collage so we don▓t have nice table ware, but it doesn▓t matter. It▓s still special to me. I get the food out of their various places and set them on the table.
⌠Babe?■ I call down the hall way listening for her footsteps. She comes into view coming from our bedroom and she▓s dressed in a low-necked black blouse, and she looks a little uncomfortable in a short black skirt. I swoon and head into our room and put on a strapless white corset and a long flowing white skirt. I grab her hand and lead her to the dinning room. Once she sees the lovely spread, she pulls me close and kisses me. We don▓t need words but we say them anyway: ⌠I love you.■ Right now it takes all of my self control not to drag her back into the bedroom. I pull out her chair and she sits down. I sit beside her and look at her beautiful face. I motion to the food and she picks up a spoon and starts to fix both of our plates. I always thought she could have made a great mother, and now is no exception. She always looks out for everyone else before herself. I grab her hand and look into her eyes. She looks a little confused as my eyes start to tear up.
⌠What▓s wrong, baby?■ she asks gently setting the spoon down. I clear my throat and pick up the spoon and start to ladle food onto our plates, hands shaking. She grabs and chin and makes me look at her. I look down and rapidly blink my eyes. ⌠Look at me.■ She commands.
⌠I▓m sorry.■ I mumble still not looking at her. I have never shared my particular views on this matter with her because I knew she▓d think that was absurd. She once wanted kids, but she wanted me to carry them. Crones is hereditary and she never wants anyone to go through that. I understand that. I really do. I just want to see that motherly attitude come out in her. She▓d make a great mother.
⌠Sorry about what?■ she▓s confused but I can▓t explain it right now, so I just smile and kiss her gently.
⌠Not now.■ I placate her, ⌠Let▓s eat!■ she lets it go for now and picks up the wine bottle and pours a little in each glass. I hold back a grimace as she holds up her glass. I hold mine up and we smile.
⌠To life, to love, to us, forever and a day.■ I say, voice ringing through the room.
⌠Cheers!■ she shouts happily and our glasses cling together. For a minute, I am content just to sit and remember all the great memories we▓ve had and wonder what▓s to come. Then my stomach growls and I blush, picking up my fork.
After we finish eating, I tell her I▓ll be right back. I run into our bedroom and slip into the lingerie I bought the other day. It▓s a silky, black, backless corset tied with red silk strings and red boning. The bottoms are red with black vertical stripes, and are made from a see through mesh. I light some dark lights that change colors and lay down on the dark comforter. ⌠My love, my love, please join me in bed.■ I call softly.
⌠Didn▓t what?■ I reply wickedly.
⌠Ugh!■ She bursts out disgustedly. ⌠You mixed my medicine in?■ ⌠Well, of course. You won▓t take it other wise, and I worry about you.■ I tell her sincerely. ⌠If you don▓t take it, you▓ll get sick!■ She looks pissed off but doesn▓t say more. She goes into our bedroom to gather her school books. I major in art and minor in writing, while she majors in music and minors in business. I wait for her to come back and shortly she does. She still looks disgruntled and spits her tongue out at me. She▓s close enough for me to reach her, so I grab a fist full of her hair and kiss her hard. She returns the kiss, all frustration forgotten.
⌠You always know how to cheer me up.■ She giggles, looking at me. We hold hands as we walk out the door. I get to my car and look up at her. She pulls me close and puts her head on my shoulder. ⌠I miss when I would drive you everywhere.■ She sighs, kissing my neck.
I remember back when I was sixteen and she had her license and I didn▓t, so she would pick me up from school. ⌠Babe, I▓ll let you drive me around all you want this weekend, in my car.■ I have a convertible and she has her jeep.
⌠Yeah, right.■ She mumbles, rolling her eyes. ⌠I love you.■ She says, honesty sparkling in her beautiful eyes.
⌠I love you more.■ I kiss her again before opening my car door. ⌠If we don▓t get moving we▓ll be late, love.■ I sit down in the seat and she leans down once more to kiss me.
⌠I▓ll see you after class.■ She looks at me sadly.
⌠I miss you already.■ I mean it too. Leaving her, for no matter how short a time, always kills me. ⌠You know how scary that is?■ I ask her.
⌠Yeah, I do, actually.■ She smiles and heads to her car. ⌠See you. I love you. Have a great day.■ ⌠You too, baby. Study hard.■ I wave and pull out of the drive way. I watch her car in my rearview mirror as she goes the opposite way. I sigh to myself and start towards school. When I get to campus I pull into my normal parking place, hardly noticing a figure standing in front of it. I get out and grab my bags, my mind on my art project, when a hand falls on my shoulder. I spin around startled, but then see it▓s just my friend, Katherine.
⌠Hi, Kathy. You surprised me! Am I late?! Has professor Billings started yet? Shit!■ I stream though sentences without waiting for an answer.
⌠Hey! Calm down! He isn▓t here yet. He told us yesterday he▓d be running late. I just wanted to ask you about your art project, because mine sucks and I know it sucks, so don▓t say otherwise!■ she added hastily as I opened my mouth to argue.
The rest of the day pasted like all the others: uneventful. I worked with my project, a cut glass portrait, and listened to Professor Billings ⌠constructive criticism■. After that I went to writing, were I have this great Professor named Sachie Wakamura. She▓s creative and brilliant and our heated discussions never fail to leave me thinking hard. I think about my baby and wonder how her day has been while throwing myself into my work.
I finally finish my classes, run by the art room again to grab one of my unfinished projects I wanted to work on at home. As soon as I▓m in the car I text message my love and say:
⌠BEAUTIFUL, I▓M ON MY WAY HOME. I▓LL COOK TONIGHT, OKAY?■ I crank the car, not bothering to wait for an answer. I head toward the grocery store, thoughts of what I need filling my head. When I reach the Piggly Wiggly, I park and head inside. Then I remember why she does the shopping. There is so much junk food, that I really miss Pepsi and chips. I go to the frozen foods and pick up what I need before heading to the cash register. ⌠This all?■ the cashier asks politely.
⌠Yes, ma▓am.■ I respond automatically. She giggles at being called ⌠ma▓am■, because she can▓t be older than me, most likely younger. I hate being from the south sometimes. Saying ⌠ma▓am■ and ⌠sir■ when most people don▓t and ⌠pardon me■ and things like that. It▓s something I do automatically in a quite little shy girl voice that really irritates me. I guess I just like to please people. Supposedly that▓s called ⌠co-dependence■. Whatever.
I load my car up and head home. I bring the groceries into the house and put them in the fridge. I look at the Pepsi and chips I bought guiltily before putting them away too. I start to cook dinner, a recipe my dad made up called ⌠pork-a-la-marty■, and preheat the oven. ⌠You▓re making dinner?■ she asks, making me jump.
⌠Jesus!■ I exclaim, surprised, ⌠I didn▓t hear you come in!■ She laughs and takes the knife out of my hand before hugging me. ⌠This must be a special occasion. Did I forget an important date?■ ⌠No.■ I answer in mock horror. ⌠Can▓t I make dinner for my wonderful fiancИ?■ She giggles and adds, ⌠Oh, I▓m sorry, I forgot you can cook. I bought wine for the occasion.■ When I make a face she hurriedly adds, ⌠They are wine coolers! They taste good, like fruit.■ I figure if she bought wine than I can get away with the Pepsi, so I nod. I pick my knife back up and continue to cut the pork into small pieces.
⌠What are you making anyway?■ she inquires, trying to get a good look.
⌠My dad▓s own creation. Now go somewhere else until I▓m done!■ I shoo her out of the kitchen. I concentrate on my work while she leaves. I put the green beans on the stove, along with the rice, and put the main course in the oven. I grab the bread rolls and stick them in the toaster-oven. I clean up what I▓ve used so far while waiting for everything to be ready. I poke my head into the dinning room to make sure she isn▓t there. I put candles on the middle of the table and put the yellow and pink roses I▓d bought earlier on the table in my mother▓s crystal vase. I go back into the kitchen and get our plates and put them on the table along with our silver ware. We are only in collage so we don▓t have nice table ware, but it doesn▓t matter. It▓s still special to me. I get the food out of their various places and set them on the table.
⌠Babe?■ I call down the hall way listening for her footsteps. She comes into view coming from our bedroom and she▓s dressed in a low-necked black blouse, and she looks a little uncomfortable in a short black skirt. I swoon and head into our room and put on a strapless white corset and a long flowing white skirt. I grab her hand and lead her to the dinning room. Once she sees the lovely spread, she pulls me close and kisses me. We don▓t need words but we say them anyway: ⌠I love you.■ Right now it takes all of my self control not to drag her back into the bedroom. I pull out her chair and she sits down. I sit beside her and look at her beautiful face. I motion to the food and she picks up a spoon and starts to fix both of our plates. I always thought she could have made a great mother, and now is no exception. She always looks out for everyone else before herself. I grab her hand and look into her eyes. She looks a little confused as my eyes start to tear up.
⌠What▓s wrong, baby?■ she asks gently setting the spoon down. I clear my throat and pick up the spoon and start to ladle food onto our plates, hands shaking. She grabs and chin and makes me look at her. I look down and rapidly blink my eyes. ⌠Look at me.■ She commands.
⌠I▓m sorry.■ I mumble still not looking at her. I have never shared my particular views on this matter with her because I knew she▓d think that was absurd. She once wanted kids, but she wanted me to carry them. Crones is hereditary and she never wants anyone to go through that. I understand that. I really do. I just want to see that motherly attitude come out in her. She▓d make a great mother.
⌠Sorry about what?■ she▓s confused but I can▓t explain it right now, so I just smile and kiss her gently.
⌠Not now.■ I placate her, ⌠Let▓s eat!■ she lets it go for now and picks up the wine bottle and pours a little in each glass. I hold back a grimace as she holds up her glass. I hold mine up and we smile.
⌠To life, to love, to us, forever and a day.■ I say, voice ringing through the room.
⌠Cheers!■ she shouts happily and our glasses cling together. For a minute, I am content just to sit and remember all the great memories we▓ve had and wonder what▓s to come. Then my stomach growls and I blush, picking up my fork.
After we finish eating, I tell her I▓ll be right back. I run into our bedroom and slip into the lingerie I bought the other day. It▓s a silky, black, backless corset tied with red silk strings and red boning. The bottoms are red with black vertical stripes, and are made from a see through mesh. I light some dark lights that change colors and lay down on the dark comforter. ⌠My love, my love, please join me in bed.■ I call softly.