You're Always You

Chapter Four

Lydia Minett

"Davie," Lydia wrapped her arms around her husband's neck after the show. She was covered in sweat, as the stage lights always tended to do, and her stage makeup was a bit smudged. Stage makeup always looked a bit funny up close, but David got used to it.

"You did great, Lydie. It was wonderful."

Lydia gave a happy smile and kissed her husband's cheek, despite the sweat on her face. He got used to it. "I thought for sure that your favorite part would be when I kissed Jason." She said, snickering softly at kissing her coworker. Technically, on stage, Jason wasn't Jason. He was Alexandro. It was also just two friends kissing, the only 'feeling' being the fact that they were both amused at how many times they've kissed each other during rehearsals and performances.

Jason often joked that he has kissed Lydia more than David has.

"Baby please, after twelve years I'm too old to be jealous." He said.

Smiling, Lydia hugged his waist. "You know, you could audition and be my Alexandro~!" She teased, even though Lydia was well aware of the fact that David was not an actor like she was.

That wasn't something David did.

David was the one that supported her and her dreams, and Lydia was eternally grateful for it. She knew that once she got pregnant, whenever it happened, her auditioning and performing would likely pause for at least a year, if not more. Lydia wanted to be completely focused on her child. Their child.

The only downside that Lydia didn't like was the fact that David would still be working at the mall, which... was okay. Lydia didn't mind him working at the mall at all. She encouraged him, much as he encouraged her, to do what he wanted. If he wanted to be in the military longer, Lydia would have supported him and waited for him. But, he didn't.

Lydia was just surprised a bit that the career he ended up staying at was at the mall. A part of her told him to do what he felt was right. If he wanted to follow along like his brother and become a cop, Lydia would have supported him - though nervously.

A part of Lydia just felt... guilty. She felt as though she was the one living out her dreams with David's support, but David was the one that was 'biting the bullet' in a sense to have a more stable home. Stable income.

Acting wasn't exactly... stable. Nothing about acting was stable. Lydia had an income that certainly helped, but her income was flexible based upon the fact that she gets casted in a performance. Though things are getting better and better for her, it was still completely possible that her seemingly stable career was going to become unstable.

Though Lydia debated on mentioning this to him, really trying to see if he was happy doing what he was doing, she was also nervous to. Primarily because they were trying to have a baby and if they were going to have a baby, both David and Lydia agreed that stability was most important. Stability with a job, stability with each other, just... everything.

It was why Lydia wasn't mentioning it to him quite yet. She wanted to, she really did, but Lydia wanted to put the nonexistent baby first.

Lydia would even quit her career in acting and take a different job if she needed to do that. Though working with David at the mall sounded tempting, just to see him, she knew that she wouldn't be a good mall cop at all.

Her asking someone to stop doing something would start with, "Please," and end in "Thank you." There was very little aggression in Lydia for the most part, she was very malleable.

If she didn't do acting, Lydia wasn't sure what kind of stable job she would take to support herself, David, and the baby.

The imaginary baby.

The more Lydia thought about her nonexistent child, the more sad she got. She just wanted to have a family, now. Lydia didn't want to wait anymore. But... patience was something she would need when they had a baby. Therefore, patience on making one was just as important.

"I'm going to go back in the greenroom and get the makeup off of my face." She told David, rubbing his arm softly with a smile. "And get changed, too. Did you want to come with?"

"Sure," David said happily as he wrapped his arm around Lydia's shoulders. The man rubbed her shoulder as they walk towards the back, the actors only area. Though, the sign really should be actors plus family.

"David!" Jason said upon seeing Lydia's husband. He turned himself away from the mirror, a makeup wipe on his face.

Even men had to wear makeup - but that was how acting worked.

"Could you tell Lydia to wear chapstick? She nearly cut my lips with those dry ass things." Jason teased.

Lydia rolled her eyes and squeezed David's waist. "I keep them sharp and pointy so I can secretly stab you on stage, Jason."

"Love you too, Lydia~."

"You don't want me to lube it up, buddy, that's not something your mouth would appreciate." David informed.

Which had Jason coughing and sputtering between laughter fits. Lydia, on the other hand, flushed red. She was already red from being hot from the stage lights - but this didn't help.

"David," Lydia scolded and smacked her husband's chest softly.

"Look honey, if I'm sharing your lips, it's only fair the other person be informed."

"David." Lydia hissed again in a softer tone, pressing her head against his side in mortification. The woman shook her head and grumbled, hoping that her makeup rubbed off onto his clothes.

He deserved it at this rate.

Jason clapped his hands from where he was at. "You know what," Jason declared. "You do you, Lydia. You wanna suck that dick? Suck it well." Jason informed, chuckling. "Just clean your mouth out with bleach for tomorrow."

"I think she'd like to pour bleach in my mouth right now, to be honest."

"Oh my God," Lydia exclaimed and threw her hands up in the air. She stepped over towards where she typically had her own station by the mirrors for changing and putting on makeup. "I'm never bringing you back stage again," Lydia exclaimed as she pulled off her shirt.

Jason whistled. "Damn girl, save the fucking for at home in your own privacy."

"Don't worry Jase, I don't think I've got the talent for putting on a show, if y'know what I mean."

...

"Oh you put on a fantastic show," Lydia mumbled, shaking her head slightly while tugging off her pants to change back into her normal clothes.

"Strip! Strip!" Jason cheered from his spot. "I don't got any ones - does a twenty work?" He teased with a snicker.

David seemed to snort softly. "...Well if the fans demand it," He said jokingly while beginning to unbutton the top of his shirt.

Lydia rolled her eyes and stepped over to her husband, kissing his lips softly. "Save that show for me. I'd love a private performance," She teased before looking over at Jason. "And I'm not some stripping whore, Jason. If you really wanted a show, you better be prepared to bend over backwards paying for it." Lydia teased with a giggle. Though, she paused and made a face. "...I'll add a quarter later."

"I owe two already."

Smiling, Lydia rubbed her husband's chest before slipping into her shorts that she had on the table close by. "We can use it to buy dinner," Lydia said with a laugh. "I don't really feel like cooking, but I also don't want to go out either. Would you mind bringing back take out tonight?"

"No problem, sweetheart."