Believe it or not, there was a time when Greta Abney had it all figured out. Marriage, a family, and a thriving career all by the age of 30 was her plan. But plans change, and now she's drinking alone at her best friend's baby announcement party.
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♫ nothing by verite ♫
She liked the company. Whenever there was a new and promising project at work, Kelly was usually more hands-on than the rest. That was one of the many reasons Lulu adored her wife. She was career-driven, un-yieldingly focused on the things she'd been passionate about.
Sometimes, however, there were things that kept her apart from those brief, affectionate displays on the couch that Lulu had always yearned for. And with the hormones driving in at the start of her pregnancy, they seemed to be fully aware of Kelly's absence.
Perhaps that was why she made Eli come over after work. Though Lulu was sure that he had far better things to do than take care of a pregnant girl that was already showing more on the inside rather than on the out. She appreciated his company. For now, it meant another piece of the already intricate and baffling puzzle that is Kelly Briana Austin could be added and make the entirety of the picture more sense than it has been since they married four years ago; or met four years before that.
But with him here, she used him to her advantage. His stoic brooding had been somewhat of a muse for her new painting project. Today, she was making him model for her. Atop a barstool, he was seated, and poised in a way that made him seem more agitated now than when he started.
"You know, you can throw in a goofy face here and there, that'd be nice." She muttered out whilst her fingers stroked the paintbrush across the canvas. She tested the right shade of brown that could compliment the complex blues decorated upon his v-neck, and with another glance upward, she pondered. "Maybe you should take your shirt off too. That might help."
"A'ight," He grumbled, positioning himself off of the stool. "I think we're done. And I got those dishes to wash."
Laughing, she hurried to stop him. "Okay, okay! Sorry. It's the hormones. But seriously, you can help me out here bud."
"What the hell am I supposed to do?"
"Pfft, I dunno! Do like a strong, heroic pose or something. Give me Zeus meets Frank Ocean."
"How the fuck am I supposed to that?"
"Eliii!" She whined. "Okay, fine..." Then, by literally taking matters into her own hands, she stomped over to where he was. "Well for starters, you'll go a long way if you smile. Put your arm here, then lift your chin a little bit. You have these bulging lumberjack muscles, don't be afraid to show 'em off."
As she tried to direct his body to a stance that suited her, all Eli could do was roll his eyes at the various movements he was urged to do. But much of his composed disposition came to a stumbling end the moment Lulu's fingers accidentally trickled along a ticklish spot across his sides. "Damn girl!" He chuckled lightly, only to prepare for the worst when Lulu rose her lips to a mischievous grin.
