Lights, Cameras, Outsiders!

Chapter 57

LCO 57

"Okay, Matt for the apartment, do you think we should go with a grayish living area or a dark red?" I said, showing the two paint swatches side by side. He looked over from the road and pointed to the red.

"I like that one," he said.

"You sure it won't make the area look closed in?"

"No, I'm not because I'm not in the apartment. I'm driving to Miami to meet your parents and apparently new baby brother," he said.

"Fine. Then I won't ask you kitchen colors."

"I'm fine with that as long as it's not yellow."

"I thought about wallpaper."

"What color?" He asked.

"White and green stripes."

"No green. Green is a no. What about blue?"

"Blue makes the kitchen look sad, and we can't have a bloody living room and a depressed kitchen."

"A light baby blue is not depressing. What about orange?"

"Too loud."

"Purple?"

"I loathe purple."

"White? White's neutral, it's a nice color."

"White is for boring people."

"Well, Essie, I'm running out of colors here. Pink? Gray? Black? Beige? M-"

"I like the baby blue idea," I said. He sighed.

"We don't need to worry about paint swatches here. We're going to Miami, relax," he said. I reclined the seat and laid back. After a while of riding in silence, Matt started talking.

"You ever think about having kids?" He said.

"Yeah... Why are you bringing this up?"

"I don't know. I've been thinking about it a lot lately."

"Why?"

"I don't know. Cause of your brother."

"I think we're good with just the two of us," I said.

"Well not right now but in the future. One day. When we're married and settled."

"I mean yeah kids are great, Matt, but I'm the one that has to carry the bullet around for nine months."

"Yeah, but I'd take great care of you," he said, grabbing my hand while keeping his eyes on the road.

"Something to think about," he said before I closed my eyes again.

"But I mean one day, I'd love to have a daughter," he said out of the blue minutes later. I opened my eyes and brought my chair up to sit up.

"Why do you want to have kids, Matt?" I said.

"I don't know. I think they'd just be great. And besides, between you and I, we'd have some beautiful children," he turned and smiled.

"Yeah," I laughed.

"I mean, I'd like to be a father someday. Is that a lot to ask?"

"It kind of is. Plus, I'm not taking care of Duey, Huey and Lewie in the apartment while you go to some Hollywood studio and gone for three months and we're half broke and we're not even married."

"So you don't want to have kids?"

"Not until I come up with ten solid reason why we should."

"Okay... What about marriage? Do you want to get married?"