Post by Jack Burnette on Apr 1, 2021 14:50:42 GMT -5 |
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Post by Lizzie Nguyen on Apr 1, 2021 22:06:01 GMT -5
Lizzie still felt like she was living in some kind of strange dream. It had only taken one night, one glorious camping trip, to turn her entire life upside down. Like Alice through the looking glass, every expectation Lizzie had for her life had been flipped. She wasn't graduating with honors, she was dropping out. She wasn't a social worker, she was currently unemployed. But she also wasn't living alone with six cats...she was living with her boyfriend, his biological dad, and she had a little person growing inside her. She could feel the baby kicking whenever she listened to music or read to him.
She knew it was a him. She didn't need to have any doctor confirm for her what she could feel in her heart. She didn't tell Jack that, of course--not after what his parents had said about her chances. But that didn't change the fact that she knew. And she couldn't help but love this baby she hadn't met yet. She imagined feeling his soft skin against her cheek, seeing his eyes, so like his father's… She'd been frightened at first, and maybe she still was… But she couldn't help the certainty in her heart that this was the way things were supposed to be. Whatever would be, would be.
She felt strange living off the charity of Jack's father--they hardly knew the man, he hardly spoke to them...and yet they were staying in his home. She did what she could to make the burden easy: for her, that meant a lot of vegan banana bread, brownies, and cookies to take the edge off. Now though, she thought Jack could probably use a glass of lemonade and some lunch after being out in the sun so long.
She spun the cap off the peanut butter and almost started drooling at the smell, and the baby must have done a karate move for the pain in her back. "Ooh, take it easy, little man. I'll make one for us too," she murmured, rubbing her belly before she got back to work.
In no time, she had three PB&J sandwiches (one for her and two for Jack) and two glasses of ice-cold lemonade. She balanced the paper plate of sandwiches on top of one of the glasses and headed out to find him.
When she reached the garage, though, she stopped in the doorway, a slow smile spreading across her face and warmth through her heart as she watched him dance and sing in the garage. It was goofy, but he sounded good, and curse him for being sweaty, dirty, and dancing in a garage and still looking that good too. She waited for the song to wrap up before she set the drinks on the workbench and applauded.
"Encore, encore!" she called, grinning at him. "And to think I didn't like country music when we met."
She knew it was a him. She didn't need to have any doctor confirm for her what she could feel in her heart. She didn't tell Jack that, of course--not after what his parents had said about her chances. But that didn't change the fact that she knew. And she couldn't help but love this baby she hadn't met yet. She imagined feeling his soft skin against her cheek, seeing his eyes, so like his father's… She'd been frightened at first, and maybe she still was… But she couldn't help the certainty in her heart that this was the way things were supposed to be. Whatever would be, would be.
She felt strange living off the charity of Jack's father--they hardly knew the man, he hardly spoke to them...and yet they were staying in his home. She did what she could to make the burden easy: for her, that meant a lot of vegan banana bread, brownies, and cookies to take the edge off. Now though, she thought Jack could probably use a glass of lemonade and some lunch after being out in the sun so long.
She spun the cap off the peanut butter and almost started drooling at the smell, and the baby must have done a karate move for the pain in her back. "Ooh, take it easy, little man. I'll make one for us too," she murmured, rubbing her belly before she got back to work.
In no time, she had three PB&J sandwiches (one for her and two for Jack) and two glasses of ice-cold lemonade. She balanced the paper plate of sandwiches on top of one of the glasses and headed out to find him.
When she reached the garage, though, she stopped in the doorway, a slow smile spreading across her face and warmth through her heart as she watched him dance and sing in the garage. It was goofy, but he sounded good, and curse him for being sweaty, dirty, and dancing in a garage and still looking that good too. She waited for the song to wrap up before she set the drinks on the workbench and applauded.
"Encore, encore!" she called, grinning at him. "And to think I didn't like country music when we met."