Chapter Three
"Hungwee! HUNNNGGGWEEE!!!" Carissa wailed from her high chair. It was 8:30 AM, and I was making breakfast for the girls.
"I know, Carissa," I said. "Rachel, what would you and your sister like for breakfast?" I asked kindly.
"Scrambled eggs!" Rachel shouted. "Then I wanna go shopping today!" I sighed. "Rachel, I'll make your scrambled eggs, then we'll see about going shopping." I walked over to the stove and cracked a few eggs in a pan. I had actually never made scrambled eggs before and I was kind of nervous. I decided it was a better idea to just wing it then to ask a six-year-old girl. I mean, how hard could it be?
As they eggs were frying, I walked over to get a fork. I whisked the eggs around the pan as if it were nothing. See, I'm getting the hang of it! I thought to myself. Why not turn the heat up higher? It'll make them get done faster! I turned the heat up all the way and went to go get some salt. Suddenly Rachel tapped me on the knee. "Yes, Rachel?"
"Fire!" she exclaimed, pointing to the pan of eggs. I looked over in panic. There, in the pan, were flames, getting higher and higher.
I thought quickly and grabbed Carissa's sippy cup, which was nearby. I opened it up and splashed the juice onto the eggs. The flame was extinguished.
"Ohhhhh, I'm gonna tell Mommy!" Rachel blurted.
"Rachel…" I sighed. Then I suddenly had an idea. "You know how you wanted to go shopping? How about I take you. You, me, and Carissa. We can go shopping on 5th Avenue and you can get up to four items, as long as you don't tell your mom or dad about the fire." I smiled, proud of myself.
Rachel's eyes gleamed. "Really? Thank you Seana! I promise not to tell my mom or dad!" She sat down in her chair at the table.
"So," I said, "What's for breakfast?"
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I closed the door to my condo and flopped down on the black leather couch. I closed my eyes and rested my head against the cool back of the couch. Man, I had had a tiring day with Rachel and Carissa, and it was only two o'clock in the afternoon! It was Saturday, and on Saturdays Mrs. Evans only worked until one. Vvvb. Vvvvvbbb. I fished around in my dark grey Chloe Paraty leather tote for my iPhone.
"Hello?"
"Hey baby! How's your day been?" Jeff asked.
"Hey!" I said sweetly. Gosh, it was good to hear his voice. "It was… hectic. First I started a fire in the Evans' kitchen. Not a big one though. It was put out pretty quickly. Then, I had to take the girls shopping, and Rachel saw this Juicy Couture purse she wanted. She kept screaming and shouting and making a big fuss until I finally gave in."
"Wow, harsh." Jeff replied. "Babe, you wanna come over tonight? It can be just you and me…" he trailed off, painting a picture in my head. I really wanted to, and I wasn't doing anything tonight anyway.
"I'd love to," I said. "What time?"
"Any time works" he said. Then I heard a beep. "Oh, that's Max. He was gonna call me back." He said.
"Sure. See you tonight" I purred.
"Love you," he said before hanging up.
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It was seven o'clock, and I was standing at Jeff's door, all sorts of thoughts going through my head. How do I look? Did I remember deodorant? Did I wear the right clothes? Lingerie?
Wow, I was really nervous. I had no idea what to do. So I rang the doorbell. Da, doo, ba, doo. Da, doo, ba, doo…
Then the door opened. I smiled as wide a smile I could and leapt into Jeff's arms. It just felt so right, being in a place where I fit perfectly. "Hey," he said. "Hey," I echoed, and then he kissed me. We pulled apart as he closed the door. We just looked at each other. I didn't know about him, but I was speechless. Just being near him made me feel all jittery.
It was Jeff who broke the awed silence. "I'm glad you came," he said. "I wasn't sure when you were gonna come."
"Yeah…" was all I could think to say. "I love you." I said softly.
Jeff walked over to me and wrapped his arms around me. "Right back atcha," he said before kissing me deeply. I kissed him back, passionately. He started kissing my neck and shoulders. Then back to my mouth. Our bodies swayed in perfect time as we kissed each other.
As we were kissing, Jeff started moving towards the living room, so I followed. Suddenly, we fell over onto the couch, me first. I looked up to see Jeff right on top of me. We giggled. "When was the last time I told you I loved you?" Jeff asked me sweetly. "Just now," I said before kissing him again. In the midst of your passion, he rolled over and ran his hands along my back. The ends of my tank top were riding up and my bra clasp was showing, but I didn't mind. Jeff kissed my neck and looked at me. I kissed him lightly and nodded. And we proceeded.
