You know that feeling you get when you just know that the person you met is it? The one? I have that feeling. Wait, I've never had this feeling before. How do I know if I'm making a mistake? Am I making a mistake? I just met him! Why couldn't we have had a normal mother who would advise Carly and me on how to watch out for the wrong kind of men? Mother should have been there to teach us the ropes, talk to us about boys and makeup.
No, Carly’s right. We didn’t have that kind of mother. She passed away, left us with practically nothing, except for each other. And we survived. This is just a set back. I've never had a boyfriend, or a crush. So it's understandable that I don't know how to act around a guy I like. Am I doing it okay? Maybe I should check out some articles on the subject. I should check out some how to books at the library. They'll have some. The library always has books on everything.
It's almost time. Jack is coming at six instead. He needed to do a little overtime. Apparently he does that a lot. Its now five thirty. I wonder if he left yet. I hope my hair is okay. I should have picked a different outfit. Why did I choose clothes that are all the same? Am I crazy? I hope he likes our home. We spent all day cleaning up, making sure its nice and clean. Should I invite him to dinner? Oh dear llamas! I need to stop thinking before I drive myself insane!
The door opened, and in came Carly, leading Jack inside. I smiled. “Hi Jack!” Carly shook her head at me, smirking a little.
Was I a little too enthusiastic?
“Hi Cecily,” Oh how I loved how he said my name.
“So would you like the grand tour?” Mentally slapping my hand against forehead.
“Sure.”
“Well, this is the kitchen, dining room, and living room. The bathroom is right there, can't miss it,” I pointed behind me to the door next to the refrigerator. “Allen's room,” Allen waved. “is right there. Deck is out there-”
“I saw your sculpting station.”
“And the room there is where Carly makes her inventions. Its also where Allen paints. Its not a lot, but we make do.” I said in defense. Okay, why did I feel the need to defend myself? I am truly insane. Or paranoid, which ever is better.
Jack looked around. “So where do you sleep?”
Oh. Crap. “The couch,” I blurted out. “Sometimes the tent.”
Jack blinked. Neither one of us said anything for a minute. Allen came up to Jack, and looked up at him. “So your Jack?”
“I am,”
“What are your intentions towards Cici?” Carly snorted. I couldn’t help but smile.
Jack looked back at me, and gave me a quizzical look. I shrugged. “Uh, well I plan on asking her out sometime.”
Nice.
Allen sighed. “I mean do you plan on marrying her.”
Whoa okay, back up! I know I was wondering, but seriously.
Jack smiled, then kneeled down til he was about Allen's height. “Well, first I need to get to know her first. Then after awhile, if everything is going well, I may ask her to marry me.”
Allen pondered the statement for a moment. “Okay,” he held his hand out for Jack to shake. Then he went to watch TV.
“That’s new,” Carly laughed.
Jack stood up, still staring at Allen. “He doesn't normally do that?”
I shook my head. “Definitely not,” I burst out laughing. Carly joined me.
Jack looked at the sisters, then at Allen, and followed with the laughter.
That was the start of something complete new. I entered unfamiliar territory.
Jack came over every night after work. He even stayed for dinner. And he did the dishes! Honestly I've heard that men don't do the dishes, so it was new to see a man do the dishes.
We always had a blast. I could confide in him, tell him my deepest fears, my greatest desires. And he actually listened to what I had to say.
Jack invited us to have dinner at his place, which we really enjoyed.
Was he finally going pop the question?
"What is it?" I was practically jumping in my seat.
"I want you to move in with me."
Dumbstruck, I just stared at him, my mouth open. No proposal? Really? I know he knew that if we got married he would have to take my name, but seriously.
I finally found my voice. "But, Jack-" he cut me off.
What happened to make horror come into his eyes?
I shut my eyes, opened them, and nodded. "I'll move in with you."
"All of you?"
I laughed. "Yes, we'll all move in with you."
"Thank you,"Jack pulled me off the chair and onto his lap, squeezing me tight. His cell phone beeped, and he put me back on my feet. "I have to go to work," he kissed me. "Go home, and pack. I'll call a friend who can come get your stuff." He gave me a key to the house, and left.
I stood there in the kitchen, staring down at the key. I couldn't believe that we were going to move in with a man. With Jack.
I don't know how much time passed. It seemed like years. But I pulled myself out of it, and left to go to Carly and Allen we were moving.
Three hours later I was waiting for Jack in the office. I looked up just as he walked in. He hurried over and pulled me into his arms. "Is everything okay? Whats wrong?"
I shook my head. "Nothings wrong. Everything is fine."
"Then what is it?"
I looked down, unable to meet his eyes. "I need to ask you something. But I'm afraid."
Jack smiled gently. He raised his hands to my face, caressing my cheek. "You beat me to it," Then he kissed me.
And oh, was it heaven.
