"There, now you're ready." I say, smoothing out Lindsey's white shirt after helping him with the tie.
He turns around to look at himself in the mirror and he's not pleased. "I look like an idiot."
"I think, you look sexy." I stand beside him, bumping his hip with mine. "Think about the good part, when you come home, I get to undress you." I smirk and he smiles, hugging me around the shoulders he pressed a kiss to my temple.
Lindsey finally got a job. An office job. It's not what he'd dreamed of, but it will have to do. For now Lindsey is a salesman. I'm not sure how he managed to get the job, because he's never had experience in that field. Maybe the company was pretty desperate. Either way, I'm happy for him. It also boosted his confidence even if only slightly. I hate when he's putting himself down.
"Do you want me to make something in particular for dinner?" I ask him as he puts his suit jacket on.
"You know I'll eat anything."
That's very true. I don't understand how he eats the way he does and he's still in great shape. I envy him. This domestic life made me gain a couple of pounds.
"Well, good luck." I stand on my tiptoes and kiss him on the lips. "I love you."
Lindsey seems taken aback, I'm not sure why. What did I say? Oh... this is the first time I told him, I love him. That might be it.
Somewhat unsure, he smiles. "I love you, too."
We kiss once more and Lindsey's out the door.
I've never thought that at twenty one, I'd be living with my boyfriend together already. We've only known each other for several months, but I have a feeling, this might be it. Lindsey is the man for me. I only hope he feels the same about me. And I have to say, I'm quite enjoying being a housewife. I like taking care of Lindsey, I like cooking for him, doing laundry and tidying the place up. I should probably look for a job as well, after all, I am going to run out of my savings someday and I would hate asking my father for money even if our relationship is coming back to the way it used to be before, well, before he threw me out of the house. But I think, I'm going to allow myself this way of living for a while longer.
I call to check up on my Dad. He's doing a bit better. At least, he's not drinking anymore, but I can tell it by the sound of his voice - he's sad. Now that I no longer live with him, he's completely alone. I wish for him to meet a nice woman, his age, who's not after his money. Someone, who he'd have things in common, someone, who'd care about him and look after him. He deserves that person. He's probably going to get a lot more cautious now though, which is not a bad thing at all, I just don't want him to swear off dating completely.
I'm expecting Jennifer to come over. We haven't hung out for a while now and I miss her. When the doorbell rings, I assume it's her, but it's not.
"Farrah?" I say surprised to see her.
"Stevie." She says, nodding her head once and I take it as a greeting.
"Lindsey's not home." I tell her, holding onto the door handle.
"Oh, that's okay. I came to bring his things." She hands me a bag. "He left it at my place the other night."
Confused, I take it, trying to mask my surprise. "Will that be all?"
"Uh, one more thing." She reaches into her handbag and hands me something, I'm not sure what it is. It's in a box. "Give it over to Lindsey."
I close the door without waiting for her to say goodbye, not that she would have done that anyway, I don't think. Firstly, I open the bag and I see some clothes; a T-shirt, jeans... I frown. Why would Farrah have these things? And Lindsey was at hers the other night? Then I look at the box I'm still holding in my hand. It's meant for Lindsey, but... I want to know what's inside. For a second I'm disgusted, then I feel a pain in my chest.
It's a pregnancy test. A positive pregnancy test.
