73 Memories

The Thirty-Fourth Memory

Three days after I told you I was pregnant, you wanted to take me out to eat. I was staring at all my clothes, trying to decide what to wear. And, despite all the years, I desperately wanted to look nice for you, no matter where we were going. "Ugh!" I threw the outfit I was holding onto my bed, not fond of it. I sat down on the edge of my bed and put my head in my hands.

I heard a knock at the door and kicked the clothes away from the door so that way whoever it was wouldn't have to see the big mess I had made. I pulled open the door and it was you.

You smiled when you saw me. "Hey, you ready?"

I shook my head. "No, not at all. Aren't you early?"

"Um, no. It's 12:30."

I felt my eyes widen as I reached for my phone, pulling it out of my back pocket. And sure enough, it was 12:30 on the dot. I looked up from my phone and stared at you apologetically. "I don't know what to wear," I confessed, hanging my head in shame.

"Oh, let me help." You smiled, and I shrugged, pushing the door open farther so you could walk in. "Did your room go through a tornado?"

I laughed lightly. "I wish. The tornado would have found an outfit better than I could."

"Well," you said, picking some clothes up off the ground, "wear this."

I looked at what you were holding. "You want me to wear your hoodie and some yoga pants?"

You nodded, shoving them at me. "You'll look perfect, now go change."

I shook my head and laughed, taking the clothes from you and stepping into the bathroom to change into the simple outfit. The hoodie was long on me, and I smiled looking down at how far it fell. It went just about halfway down my thighs, and I wondered if it was because I was shorter than average, or if you were taller than most.
I decided that it was both.

I stepped out of the bathroom, and you clapped your hands as I came in front of the small couch in between my roommate and I's bed. "Beautiful. Slide some shoes on and let's go get food."

I rolled my eyes at you but smiled nonetheless.

"Fine. Why don't you pick those, too?"

You got up from the couch, chuckling, heading to the shoe rack at the foot of my bed. "Wear these." You put my simple black and white Nike sneakers in my hand and found socks in my dresser. I slid them on, and then we left.

On our way to the car, you asked where I wanted to eat.

"What about Subway?" I offered, not really wanting anything else.

"We ate there last time," you whined.

I smiled, knowing the perfect excuse to get my way. "Yeah, but it's, um, pregnancy cravings." I pretended to be shy about it, putting my head down and letting my hair fall over my face to hide my smile.

"Alright, we'll eat fresh."

I laughed and picked my head up, sliding into the car. "Thank you."

"Whatever floats your boat."

I laughed again as we took off, only feeling the slightest bit guilty using the bean in my stomach to get what I wanted.

Besides, you and I both know you would have caved eventually.