The Green Dress (takes place after The Notebook)
"You look especially beautiful in your green dress."
Amy raised her head slightly. "Green dress? The one I wore to the conference earlier this year?"
It happened suddenly, the downpour. Rain had been predicted, but downpours where not that common in L.A. Sheldon had no sooner strapped Ada into her carseat outside the restaurant and waved to Amy as they drove away then he was soaking wet. It hadn't helped that he had agreed to help drive his family and their mountains of luggage (as it seemed in the pouring rain) to the airport. Hadn't they driven around L.A. all week together in the rented minivan? Why did they need him now? Why hadn't he hid the fact he had his own car from them? Had their suitcases procreated in the hotel rooms?
So, cold and wet and annoyed, he had arrived home later than Amy. He was glad for her sake, that she hadn't had to deal with a squirmy one-year-old in the rain, and he knew they'd all be happier if Ada got a full nap. But he really wished Amy had been with him, to endure the hugs and the kisses and the head noogie while standing in the drop-off lane of LAX, which he was pretty sure was purgatory even without the storm.
The warmth and the dryness and the quietness of his home was all he wanted. But he was disappointed when he opened to the door that Amy wasn't there, waiting with a hot mug of tea. It had been his fantasy on the drive home. He took off his soaked jacket and draped it over the back of one of the dining chairs to dry. He glanced over at the chair in the corner of the office, the one Amy often sat in to read while Ada napped, but she wasn't there, lost in her book, as he had hoped.
He slipped off his wet shoes and padded down the hallway, peeking into Ada's room to confirm she was asleep, then he peered around the corner of the open door into his own bedroom. As he suspected, Amy was curled up on her side of the bed, the blankets pulled up tightly against her chin. He watched her for a moment before deciding he would join her.
Naps were not habit of his; Amy was much more likely to take a nap than him. He had too many other things he wanted to accomplish every day. But she looked so warm and quiet and peaceful. Taking off his pants, he debated whether he should get a set of pajamas out. What was the correct nap protocol? But, wanting to be as warm as possible, as soon as possible, he quickly took off his tie and dress shirt and lifted the covers to slide in next to Amy.
It was just as warm and as wonderful under the blankets as he imagined. He was pleased to discover that he had stumbled on the correct nap protocol, as Amy, too, was only wearing her underwear. He snuggled up close and wrapped an arm around her waist. She is so warm!
"Sheldon, you're freezing!" she yelped.
He snatched his arm away. "Sorry. I thought you were sleep."
"Not really. I was only dozing, listening for you to come in." She yawned and then reached back for his arm, pulling it around her again, rubbing it warm. "Why are you so cold?"
"It's still raining. And I had to stand outside in the rain at the airport while all the bags were unloaded and everyone insisted on good-bye rituals. You would think the rain would have prevented them. It was embarrassing."
Amy chuckled softly. "They love you and will miss you. Someday we'll be just as embarrassing with Ada, I'm sure."
"Speak for yourself." He nuzzled in closer. "Thank you for coming to brunch."
"Mmmm."
"You looked beautiful."
He heard her smile. "Were you surprised?"
"By you or by Ada?"
"Either."
"Both." He kissed her ear. He had been surprised when he arrived at the restaurant with his family. Not to see Amy - it was always the plan that she would join them - but to see her wearing that green dress he loved so much. And she had put Ada in the ruffled dress that she hated, and Sheldon was surprised at how adorable he thought it was. Could my mother-in-law actually be right about something? Of course, he had not voiced this opinion, although both his mother and sister emitted shrieks that pierced his eardrums. "Actually, the whole meal was pleasant surprise."
"Your family is more civilized than you give them credit for, Sheldon. It was lovely. Everyone was all dressed up and you got to have a birthday celebration for Ada on her actual birthday, just like you wanted."
Sheldon raised his eyebrows. "Wait, did you order the cupcake? For me?"
"Mmmm."
"You're amazing," he said, kissing her ear again. He thought about Amy sitting next to him at the table, laughing, the green dress he loved hugging her every voluptuous curve, dipping down to a V in the front, showing off her beautiful creamy skin. That dress was such a tease. One knot, one cord wrapped around her. She was like a gift, an emerald package of delight; he wanted to untie it very slowly, or maybe just loosen it so that he could slip one hand in beneath the fabric while the other grabbed her posterior. Maybe he would be sitting up, and she would be on his lap, her legs wrapped around her. Maybe they would be joined together but not really moving yet. It would probably be very erotic, he thought: her eyes twinkling in the same shade as that dress, his tongue in her mouth, his hand slipped into her dress to toy with her breast, his body in hers . . .
Amy batted his hand away from her hip, where it had been making circles in time with his daydream. She said softly, "Go to sleep, Sheldon."
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