Okay here it goes. Nothing more to say really.
Barbara POV
It has been a few months since Dick left, I've just been living my life day by day trying not to think to hard on it. I really do like my life now, thinking back a few months to when the accident happened, I'm so grateful to everyone in my life because without them I wouldn't be here today. The idea that at one point I would have given up my life and what I have to be dead is atrocious, a crime.
I smile as I wheel in between pottery wheels and people. I recently found a job at the events center as a ceramics instructor. I think that it is a blast! It's so much fun, and it's a part-time job that gets me out of the house and a little extra cash. The house is paid for, and even part-time I'm making enough to cover bills and groceries, which is really all I need. So I signed off of disability checks, they can give the money to someone who needs it more than me.
I help a man who is about 24 center his clay on the wheel and he thanks me then his eyes stay locked on mine for a moment like he wants to ask me something else. "Anything else I can help you with?" He smiles shyly.
"Well, not with clay, I was wondering if you were busy on Friday night, if I could take you out to dinner?" I am shocked, no one has asked me on a date in a very long time. He waits expectantly while I think of Dick. He would want me to move on, at least give this guy a try. I think his name is Sam.
"Yeah, I'd like that a lot." I quickly jot down my phone number and put it in his pocket for him sense his hands are muddy.
"Thanks Barbara." I smile and roll away to help the other people in my class. Mostly old ladies looking for a hobby, and teenagers who had to have an extra curricular activity. Sam apparently was here for me. I smile at the thought and try to ignore the itching in my brain telling me I'm not ready and that Dick is all I want.
THAT FRIDAY NIGHT
As promised, Sam cam and picked me up at precisely 6:30 on Friday night. Tomorrow is Saturday, so I don't need to be back early or anything, but something deep down inside of me wants to be back early anyway. I throw myself into the passenger seat of his car, and he folds up and puts my wheelchair in back. It reminds me of when Dick used to give me rides, but this is a 1989 gray Mazda instead of a Corvet or anything of the Corvet breed.
"Your house is really pretty." I know it is, I had Tim, Bruce, and my dad come over and help me garden a few weeks ago, all of the flowers are blooming in the springtime, it is wonderful.
"Thank you, I try really hard to keep things nice." The rest of the night went like this, light and fluffy and easy to talk about. Sam is an engineer, he started throwing because he saw me going to the class while he was playing basketball. I was flattered, laughed in all the right laces, and when he dropped me off at 9:30 he kissed my cheek and I decided to allow him to take me on a second date. He is nothing special, but maybe I should settle.
I get myself onto the couch and call back Dick. I don't know if the show is over or not, but I missed his call earlier. He answers on the third ring.
"Hello?"
"Hey Dick, just me. Sorry I missed your call, I was out."
"Oh, well good. The show jut ended, but I'm with some people, can I call you tomorrow?"
"Yeah, of course, just checking in. Bye." I have a feeling it isn't a few people, but just one person. Just like what I did tonight. My hear sinks low as I realize over and over again that he ahs moved on. I go to bed thinking about Sam and trying to convince myself he is just as good.
DICK POV
I continue panting hot and heavy on top of Maggie. She is so beautiful, so soft, so amazing. She is moaning underneath me low and animalistic, I try to ignore it. I don't like it, I have known for weeks I don't like it because it isn't anything like Babs and her soft sighing sounds. This is completely different and I want it to be the same.
I finish inside of her and roll off. She curls into my side, making me uncomfortable, Babs always stayed separate, not very big on cuddling without a sheet in between us, it was always to stick and gross she thought. I mentally slap myself, this isn't Babs, this is Maggie and there is nothing wrong with her.
My phone rings and I answer, it's Babs. "Hello?" I answer a little out of breath try to sound normal.
"Hey Dick, just me. Sorry I missed your call, I was out." I'm sure you were out with Bruce or Tim or your dad. I'm such a horrid person.
"Oh, well good. The show jut ended, but I'm with some people, can I call you tomorrow?" I'm a lying horrible person.
"Yeah, of course, just checking in. Bye." I hang up and try not to think about it.
"Who was that?" Maggie asks quietly and a little suspicious. Babs never got jealous.
"Just an old friend." She drops the topic.