Scars

Fiancè

Sam had now started calling me his fiancé. It was a hard word to swallow and come to terms with. It didn't make it easier that Sam liked to use the word whenever he got the chance. I had to constantly remind him to be careful who he said it around because I still had not, even after about a week now, conjured up enough courage to explain it to my mother.

I figured that I would tell my mother when we were sure the... wedding... was actually happening. Sam and I had talked about it and he wanted to wait for me to finish high school and college if I chose to go. By then, I would have moved in and it would be inching closer to a year that Sam and I have been together, a more reasonable time frame for my mother.

Today I turn eighteen. Sam and I also decided I was going to move in today as well, to seal off the legal situation. It was hard to fathom that I was now an adult. But then again, I still feel as if nothing really changed but my mindset.

The whole week, I had been packing, my mother over my shoulder being... well... a mother. She kept reminding me about hygiene and lectured me about being tempted to stay home from school unnecessarily to stay with Sam. I had to constantly remind her that that would definitely never happen.

I hadn't expected to be this excited and nervous about moving in with Sam, but as the days drew closer, there was a fluttering feeling constantly in the pit of my stomach. I sometimes even found myself daydreaming about how it was all going to be. It was uncharted territory I had yet to discover and I had no clue at what I was to expect.

I tried to pack as light as possible which, in reality, wasn't very 'light' at all. Ren had the most things, even after we tried to get rid of things that she didn't like and couldn't fit. I was, though, able to finally have an excuse to get the crib out of my room and into my attic. Little Sam had a bunk bed at Sam's and Ren and her would share it. It was going to be Ren's first time in a real bed, and I was entirely unsure of how she would react to it.

My room looked somewhat sad now. Though the large aspects of my room remained the same, everything just felt washed out and empty. My car was packed and Ren was at Nick's. I couldn't help but feel an overwhelming feeling as if I needed to just sit in the nearly empty room and just think. As I sat down on the bed, I reached into my pocket and pulled out the ring. I put it on my ring finger and just stared at it for a moment. It was all still so odd. Was as if the ring was an illusion and, like a mental patient, was just staring at my ringless finger as if it were greatest thing on earth.

I worked up the courage to stand leave the room. I turned and glanced back before shutting the door behind me. I again jerked the ring off my finger and shoved it back into the deep recesses of my jean pocket.

I practically ran out to the car, the flittering in my stomach going crazy. The ride seemed like the longest one I had experienced on my way to Sam's yet. Once I had gotten there, I slid my ring back on my finger before Sam noticed I wasn't wearing it.

Sam must have been waiting for me because the moment I parked, he came outside. I only had one suitcase for me, and I only had one larger suitcase for Ren along with another bag full of the toys and other things Ren couldn't possibly live without. Sam, after pulling me into his arms and kissing my forehead, wished me a happy birthday. After that, he carried Ren's things inside with much of a struggle.

We ditched Ren's things in little Sam's pink bedroom. I noticed she wasn't there, and in the back of my mind I wondered where she was. George wasn't home either, as I also noticed. I suddenly became suspicious. "Hey, where are Sam and George?"

Sam waved the question away dismissively before answering, "Oh, they're just taking Sammy out to the playground." He then turned into his room and dropped my bag by the bed. He then turned to me on his heel. "But I do have a surprise for you."