Understanding Me, Understanding You

Chapter 2. Satisfaction

It was the next day when Stevie had come to the conclusion that her day would be filled with his presence and although she hoped it would go smoothly, she just knew in her heart of hearts, that it couldn't go that smooth.

Glancing down at her watch, she sighed to herself, knowing at any point that Melinda was going to start panicking.

As though on cue; "We're gonna be late for our appointments, mom, where are they?" Melinda fussed.

"Honey, calm down. Just before you got here, your dad called me and told me that he was on his way back from the airport with them. They probably hit traffic," she assured as it was still before ten in the morning.

She kind of sucked her teeth only because she was a stickler about time but then took a seat at the table.

"Mel, relax... You entrusted me with all the details and we're right on schedule. There's no need to worry about things."

"I just want everything to be perfect... You only get married once..." she paused. "I take that back, but in my case this will be my one and only time..."

Stevie smirked. "Once they get here, the boys will also be sent off to do their chores for the wedding," but then joined her at the table.

"Have you considered getting married again, mom?"

Nearly choking, the blonde kind of laughed right after. "No, absolutely not. Uh-uh," she shook her head.

"Why, mom?" she wondered.

"Because, I like the way I live... I live alone on most days. I like being alone---" she shrugged.

"But do you? You always seem too lonely on the days you claim to be alone and you're always either on the phone with me if not with me, on the phone with Drusilla..."

She leered, "Your point?"

"If Sam and I are going to be moving, aren't you gonna want some more company?"

"Mel, you moved out of the house at twenty and it crushed me... Dru left at eighteen and that crushed me as she was my last baby and she went to another country. You moving to another piece of town doesn't bother me all that much. Instead, it makes me feel good knowing that my daughter and her husband are moving into a house and moving from the apartment you're living in. You act like you're moving to another planet; we're still gonna see each other and talk on the phone."

"I worry about you, mom, that's all..."

"Please, don't," she shook her head.

"With that being said, I guess it makes me feel better that you can depend on Charles..."

The blonde arched her brow, readying herself for the disagreement between Team Lindsey and Team Charles; she knew deep in her mind that some sort of argument would break out between her daughters.

"You know, you don't have to worry about Dru or myself---you can travel with him, you can have romantic dates here at the house without worrying about somebody walking in..."

"Right..." she inclined, feeling her stomach churn just a wee bit from the idea of him finding out about Lindsey and herself sharing their old bedroom. But how would he know... He couldn't find out unless somebody mentioned it and Dru already promised me she wouldn't say anything... she thought.

"Y'know, mom... He might just even be your next husband..."

"Yeah, I don't think so..." she smirked, futzing with the centerpiece of her table.

As her daughter hinted about their future, she pulled dead leaves off her flowers and collected them so they wouldn't infect the rest of the flowers.

"Well, why not?" she crossed her arms. "Charles is so handsome and so attentive to you. Not to mention, he's well-off... How could you say no if he did happen to ask?"