Falling for You

January 1997

Song - It will rain by Bruno Mars

New Year! New York doesn't feel quite as intimidating anymore. Yes, the threat of getting mugged is still very prominent but in terms of homesickness I was starting to feel better.

I suppose the endless days on my feet waiting tables helped distract me from missing home. Timmy had been working similar hours and for about two weeks we only saw each other in bed in the morning and at night.

Timmy had the bright idea of ensuring we have a date night at least once a month, and tonight was our first scheduled date night. I loathed the thought of becoming one of those old tired married couples who never have sex. So, I was all up for date night.

I got home at 3, Tim still at work. We were going to dinner and a movie. Dinner first, then movie. I wanted to dress casual enough for the cinema but sexy enough for a date.
I wore a slip dress but made it more casual with tights and a Jean jacket.

Tim got home at 5 and I was doing my make up next to a small handheld mirror in the bathroom.
"Y/n?" He shouted.
"I'm in the bathroom."
He entered the bathroom smiling down at me.

"How was work baby?" I asked.
"Good, but what's even better I've been offered a higher position."
"Oh my god really?" My eyebrow pencil fell to the floor.
"Like a promotion?"

"Not exactly. It's for a magazine, they liked all the fashion stuff I did in London and want he to work for them. And they wanna pay me a whole lotta money for it."
"Timmy that's amazing."
I stood up and hugged him in the doorway. "I'm so proud of you."
"Thank you baby." He pressed a kiss on my forehead.

...

We were having dinner at this little burger place near the cinema. It reminded me a little of where we had our first date and the butterflies all came back.

"And then I showed her the pictures and she just shook her head." Timmy said explaining an anecdote from work.
"No way."
"Yeah, and then she just walked away and I had no clue what to do." He laughed taking a sip of coke.
"What a bitch."
"You're telling me."

"So what'd ya do?"
"Well I was gonna do the shoot again but I got a new job so fuck that."
I laughed; "Too right baby."
"So anyway how's your job going?"
I huffed; "I mean it's not fun. Obviously I'm glad I do have a job cause it took me so long to get one it's just- I wanna do something I'm passionate about like you."

"You're not passionate about waiting tables?" He joked.
"No," I laughed. "I miss performing, singing, writing - fuck I had an album out a few months ago."
"Well keep writing."
"I want to. It's just time is so limited right now. We had to schedule this date."

"I know, I know." He put his hand over mine. "Y'know when I felt like we had all the time in the world?"
"When?"
"Paris."
"Uh Paris."
Memories of naked nights and boiling hot days came rushing to the front of my mind.

"I miss Paris." I exclaimed.
"Me too." He smiled. "He but listen once I get this new job my hours will be more flexible. It's more money...we could maybe get a bigger apartment."
My ears perked up to that.
"That'd be nice."
"We could have a big ass bookshelf and we'd fill it with records."
"Ooh and photos of us all round the apartment."

"A little welcome mat at the door!"
"And a vase of flowers in the kitchen!"
"And a extra room for a baby."
My heart dropped. A baby? He wants a baby? Now? Soon? How soon? Oh my god!
"Sorry...too much?"
My hand had let go of his and my eyes were wide in shock, I struggled for words.

"A baby..." I repeated the words to myself under my breath. Of course I wanted a baby- but I was 23 I still had shit to do!
"Are you alright y/n? Did I freak you out? I figured since we're married now we could talk about this."
"You want a baby? Like...now?"
"No, nonono. I mean eventually."

"Oh thank god!" I sighed. "I thought you meant like soon."
"Well not forever away."
"What?" I said, monotone.
"Well y'know we're married."
"But we're not thirty." I laughed.
"Thirty? You wanna wait till thirty?"
"Okay maybe not thirty but I wasn't thinking this year."

"Why not?" He said nonchalantly taking another sip of coke.
"Well I- I just um. I'm not an adult yet."
His eyes widened. "What the fuck did I miss?"
"No, I am but I don't feel like one. I don't know if I'm like ready."
"No ones really ready."

"How are you so easygoing about this?" I asked less accusingly more interested in the charming way he goes about things.
"I've thought a lot about it."
"You have."
"Yeah, I always wanted kids."
"Ugh you're such a girl." I laughed playfully nudging him.

He laughed too and nudged me back.
"Think about it for a bit, then we'll talk."
"Oh shit you're serious."
"Heck yeah I'm serious." He smiled.
I looked up at his beautiful face.
We would make one beautiful baby I thought.
"Okay I'll think about it."
Timothée's smile got wider and one appeared on my face too.

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