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Sitting at a booth in the far corner of the restaurant, my eyes immediately fall on her.
She's half way across the room, trailing through a crowd of people to get to me. She's beautiful. She really is, but I know it's not going to be easy.
It doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure out that we are two very different people, who live two very different lives. And I don't even need to know her to know that. This is going to take a hell of a lot of work and that scares me.
I'm used to running a business, not a household. I don't know the first thing about a family, which probably doesn't thrill her either.
Before she makes it to the table, I find myself staring at her stomach. I know it's a little early, but I'm still kind of enticed.
It's interesting to know that my kids are in there, hanging out and just chilling for awhile.
And I know what you're thinking- why do you so naturally believe her... she could be lying. The truth is, I trust her. I don't know why, because I hardly know her, but I know she isn't telling some wild tale.
I think I could see it in her eyes at the office- the look of pure fear that was eating away at her.
I've dated some wild women... I can spot one from a mile away these days and she isn't that. Also, I don't think any middle aged woman would want to intentionally get pregnant, so I think she was as stunned as I was.
"Hi, Lindsey." She smiles gently as she slides in across from me.
Her hair is pulled back into a clip, and it allows me to really look at all of her facial features. Any baby that comes out with that button nose, or those brown eyes, is surely going to capture my heart immediately.
"Hey," I return the smile, clearing my throat a moment later.
I wouldn't say that it's awkward... I mean, it is tense, because I don't know what she expects and she doesn't know what I except. I can only hope we want the same things, but I don't think so.
After we order, we kind of jump right into this whole get- to- know- you dance. She tells me a little about herself, and I tell her about myself. The more she talks, the more fascinated I get. She's different, but in a good and almost frightening way. Like I said, this isn't going to be a walk in the park- that's for sure.
"When is your next appointment? I should probably go, ya know?" I don't want her to feel like I'm bombarding her, but I also don't want to sound like some slacker.
"It will be next month on the twentieth." She nods lightly as she brings her glass of water up to her lips.
Biting down on the inside of my mouth, I almost roll my eyes. Not at her, but just in general. I have to leave for a business trip the nineteenth, of course.
"I'd really like to be there." I would, so I have to make it happen... some how.
"Great," She nods again, but this time a little faster than before. "I'm glad," she adds as she slowly exhales.
"I really want to be here for you and for the babies, Stevie." I need her to know that, because I don't plan on going anywhere.
