Rediscovering Us (bxb)

A surprise and disappointment

Two years later...

"Oh, look. Today's our anniversary." I pointed to the date on the sunflower calendar.

July 6th, 1999. Exactly six years since I've met him.

"Of what? Thought we weren't dating." Lyndon kissed my neck.

"Our friend anniversary! It's been six years." I told him.

"Ohh, I see. Maybe we should celebrate." He played with the band of my sweatpants.

I swatted his hand away. "My mother's home. Maybe later."

I looked back at the calendar on the refrigerator.

Time moved so fast these days.

What was supposed to be a temporary living situation, turned into two years since Lyndon showed up at my doorstep.

Now, we were better than ever.

Honestly, it wasn't the motorcycle that drew me to him. His carefree attitude and confidence was something that I admired.

I wished I could be like that. But sometimes it's hard to be confident when you don't believe in yourself.

Anyway, I was glad we worked through our problems. We didn't fight as often and, to Lyn's credit, the kitchen looks great.

He was officially a carpenter as well. He finally got his life together, and that made me so happy.

Now, all I could wish for is that he didn't run off again like he did.

Next time he probably won't be so lucky. I don't think I would let him in my house again.

But, something had been bothering me. He's been so secretive.

He hadn't been avoiding me, but when I had a lot of suspicion that he was up to something.

In a conversation I once overheard, he asked my mother about when she got engaged to my father.

Then, he asked if I liked jewelry and she told him to ask me.

"Shane, I have a question for you." Lyndon's voice took me out of my thoughts.

"Are you going to ask me if I like jewelry?" I turned around to face him.

"How did you know?" He asked with a small smile.

"You talk really loud when you're excited about something. What are you up too?" I poked his chest.

"Well, thank God you didn't keep listening in on that conversation. Wouldn't want to spoil anything for you." He walked away from me and to the coffee machine where he poured a cup.

I thought it was cute that he picked up a taste for coffee these days. What I didn't find cute was the drop of whiskey he put in there.

"You're ruining it!" I said to him.

"Relax, it's just a drop. Alcohol, especially whiskey makes everything better." He replied as he poured well more than a drop into his mug.

"Are those your words to live by?" I asked.

"Sure is. Now, answer my question babe. Do you like jewelry?" Lyn took a sip of coffee.

"I mean, it's fine. I used to wear a necklace that had a pendant shaped like a book that my father got me. After he left, I didn't have the heart to wear it anymore." I leaned against the counter.

"Well, what about a ring? You would look cute with a little ring on your finger." He set his mug down and came over to me.

He gave my hand a kiss and squeezed it. "What's that look on your face?"