Pessimist

30 - Him

"Hey, Soph. Are you ready yet?"

"Give me a second, pretty boy! We can't all dress nice in five minutes like you!" I huffed from behind the door, hands on my hips in my underwear as I gazed in my closet for a solence of an outfit to pop out.

I could hear Dean audibly sigh, his head banging on the other side of the door. "You look good in anything you wear, baby. I promise."

"You're just saying that because you wanna get in my pants later." I rolled my eyes, yanking down a skirt and sheathing it on. I could hear his muffled laughter as he walked away, giving me the peace I needed to finish dressing.

My makeup was done, nails painted, and hair freshly washed and dried, curls hanging over my shoulders. The skirt I had on was a mini in black, simple with no designs and I paired it with a cute top with a straight cut neckline.

"Fuck," I whispered, smothing my hands over my sides before turning my body to check myself out from the back. Because I was finally able to feed myself properly, three meals a day with snacks, I noticed I was starting to gain a little weight. My hands pressed over my stomach, feeling the small bulge there and I sunk to the floor, a smile on my face.

I was dangerously malnourished before, my bones so brittle and weak that I could barely carry two textbooks without feeling dizzy and I was glad I was starting to gain pieces of myself back. I let myself hold my stomach for a few moments longer before standing up again, putting on some jewellery and then pulling on some white socks followed by doc marten loafers I had bought this month as a gift to myself.

I gave myself one more glance in the mirror, loving how I looked. I looked good. I felt good.

My mind wandered back to the therapy session I had yesterday, telling her all about Dean and our new relationship.

"Do you think I may be moving too fast? I wanna do things right this time around." I had asked, fingers playing with the necklace around my neck as I awaited her answer.

"Do you think you're moving too fast?"

I shrugged my shoulders, looking away. "I mean...no. I don't. Moving too fast means I'm not ready for a new relationship and I am. I know I am. I'm ready."

She simply smiled, writing something down before looking back up at me with her head slightly slanted. "Sophia, there is no such thing as doing something right in a relationship. It's all about learning each other's wants and needs, being compatible. If you feel right about this relationship with Dean, you should trust that. Trust yourself to make the right choices."

I nodded, smiling a bit shy now. "We're going on a date tomorrow."

She crossed her legs, leaning back also looking happy for me. "How do you feel about that?"

"Excited. Happy...I haven't been on a date in so long. Or had anyone ask me if I'd like to go on a date with them. He makes every moment feel special." She only raised a brow, silently asking me to elaborate and I did, settling back on the couch. "Well, like yesterday we decided to cook together again. And rather than make it a boring, long draining process he put on some music and we sang and danced mid-mixing and cooking. It was..." I blushed, smothering my face in my hands as I giggled. "Nice. It was so so nice."

"Does Dean do things like that a lot?"

I nodded, my cheeks hurting from how big my smile was now. "Yeah...it's almost like he wants me to marry him right this second or something. I feel...I feel so lucky. So lucky and cherished and happy."