Dad?
"Were in here LJ." Lincoln shouted.
LJ followed his father's voice to the guest bathroom where he found his dad and uncle sitting on the floor. "Hey Uncle Mike," but LJ didn't wait for his uncle to respond back with a greeting of his own. Instead he said, "Dad, could I talk to you a minute?"
Lincoln stopped what he was doing and handed the wrench over to Michael. "Yea, sure. We were just finishing. I think your uncle can handle tightening a pipe by himself."
The small jest was not lost on Michael and he smiled, "I think I can manage."
With that, Lincoln grabbed a towel to wipe the grime off his hands and followed LJ into the living room. He could tell his son was nervous. "So what did you want to talk to me about son?"
At first, Lincoln didn't think he way going to answer. He was just about to ask a second time when LJ finally spoke. "I've invited Jessica to join us tonight."
Jessica was LJ's girlfriend. They had been dating for about a month now according to LJ but Linc hadn't met her yet. It appeared tonight was going to be it. This was a big step for his son. Since they had been back and their lives had gotten back to that of normal people, LJ hadn't brought a girl home. Oh he had dated but no one had ever been important enough to introduce to the family. "You must really like this girl."
A small smile broke LJ's face. "Yea, I do."
Lincoln walked over and put a hand on his son's shoulder, "Well ok then." Taking a step back he turned to head back into the bathroom. He paused at the door. "How much does she know?"
LJ had known this would be coming. It was hard to avoid with his family. "Not much. She grew up outside of Boston so the coverage was…less."
Lincoln turned back to face his son. "I hope you know what you are doing LJ. You should have told her." With that he turned back around and made his way back to the bathroom and Michael.
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Sara arrived back at her apartment about two thirty. She and Katie had ended up having a very nice lunch. After a few more questions from Katie about Michael, they had been able to settle into a comfortable conversation.
Sara had even remembered to stop by the restaurant and give their waiter and extra twenty-dollar tip. It had been quite comical. The look on the maitre d's face as she walked in not properly attired was priceless. It was only after she had explained why she was there and that she and her fiancé had dined their last evening had he relaxed and taken the envelope holding the money and a small note of thanks from her.
Fiancé. Speaking to the maitre d' was the first time she had used the term. It was still something she was getting used to. Sara walked into the living room and set down her keys, then headed into the kitchen to unload the dishwasher. She was actually getting married.
With the dishes finished she realized she had some time to kill. She didn't have to be over to Lincoln's until six thirty and it was only now approaching three. Sara walked back out into her living room and took a look around. Well she hadn't given her apartment a good cleaning in a while and she could get a lot done in the three hours she had. With that she headed off to round up her cleaning supplies.