“Yeah, I met someone. She’s full of fire and ice, has no problem putting me in my place. Hate to admit this, but I’m scared I’ll fuck it up.”
“That’s the thing about love. You’ll always be scared. Falling in love is a tangled spider’s web, but once you fall, I mean really fall, it’s the best thing you’ll ever have in your life.” I can hear the conviction in his voice. I tell him more about Michelle, how we met, and how I’ve probably taken it too slow. How she’s had no problem confronting me, busting my balls every step of the way. That has us both laughing.
“Thanks, Lincoln. Give my love to everyone. I know Mom and Dad will be down your way soon. Lucky son of a gun, getting all of that home cooking from Mom,” I chuckle. He knows exactly what I’m saying, too. Mom makes some of the best home cooked dinners you could ever want.
“Love ya, man. I can’t wait to meet the girl that has you all tied in knots.”
“Love you, too, and I’m sure it’ll be sooner rather than later. That is if you can bring the family out here,” I try to get Lincoln back home as much as I can.
“We’ll be there whenever you and Michelle are ready.” With that, we hang up. I’m left feeling hopeful, more so now than ever before. The next time that Michelle and I can get some time off, I think we’ll be heading to Florida, or maybe I can get the family to come out here.
I turn on my computer, a plan formulating in my head, and I look for something I never thought I’d do. I pull up a jeweler’s website, trying to get an idea of what I’d like to see on Michelle’s hand. I never thought I’d find a woman I’d want to marry, but it’s more than that. I need to see my ring on Michelle’s finger. I want her to have my last name, my baby in her belly, and for us to grow old and grey together.
The only thing missing now is my family meeting her. Hell, I met her family after the first week we started dating. They had a family gathering at a local restaurant for her father’s birthday. Our family is a decent size, getting bigger with every year, but Michelle’s family took an entire party room and still managed to overflow into the restaurant. Everyone welcomed me with open arms, something I wasn’t expecting in the least, and I want her to feel just as welcomed in ours. With that last thought, I shut down my computer. Today, I’ll be enjoying everything that I can with Michelle. I head to my bedroom to change out of my jeans and into a pair of swimming trunks before making my way downstairs.
When I went to the grocery store, I had no idea she’d be coming over today. I suck in the kitchen, so I always have snack foods, prepared meals, and things that are easy to make that I can’t burn even if I tried. I see the workers have left for the day, and I’m sure I’ll get a nice hefty bill for having them come out on the weekend, but I’ll deal. My weekdays are busier than normal right now.
The doorbell going off interrupts me from pulling food out of the fridge. My woman is here, fucking finally. I all but run to the front door, opening it as fast as I can. She’s beautiful and has a wide smile on her face, twinkling eyes, and her hair is cascading in a braid down the side of her shoulder. Her other shoulder is bare besides the bathing suit strap that is tied behind her back. She takes my breath away.
“Hey, honey.” I bend down to kiss her lips, and her arms slide around my neck, deepening the kiss. My hands mold to her backside, and she loops her legs around my waist as I lift her into my arms. My foot slams the door shut, and I back her up against it. The sundress she’s wearing provides hardly any barrier between our bodies, and I welcome the heat. I grind my hips into her center, letting her know the effect she has on me, that she always has on me.
I painstakingly pull apart from her. “I like your way of saying hello.” Her voice wavers on need with a hint of a smile.
“Stay with me tonight.” It tumbles out of my mouth.
“I’ll stay, but you may want to wear protective gear.”
“I think we’ll both be fine.”
She slides down my body, her own shivering as she does. “Fingers crossed. Show me your place?” she asks.
“Absolutely.” I show her around until we make it back to the kitchen. She helps me get a tray of food together before we go out back. I love seeing her here in my place, and I can see her being here always. It solidifies me talking to Lincoln about Michelle, especially afterward, looking for the perfect ring to place on her finger.