Quadruplets Make Six

“Just be patient,” I said with a grin.

Then, my text message tone rang out into the room.

“No… you didn’t,” she said.

“Maybe I did,” I said as I took my glass from her.

“Who are you and what have you done with my Libby?” she asked.

“Do you want to know the story of this past weekend or not?” I asked.

“Oh, I want to know all of it. And leave out none of the details.”

Eight

Graham

I opened the app on my phone and allowed my confidence to take over. I wanted something with Libby, I didn’t know what, but something.

“So, how did girl’s night go?” I typed.

“It went well. I don’t get to see Joanna as often as I’d like, with her being a wife and a mother. So her staying over was really nice,” Libby said.

“How long has she been married?”

“Long enough for her wardrobe to morph from nighttime dresses and high heels to sweatpants and flip flops.”

“It happens to even the best of people,” I said.

“How was the rest of your weekend?”

“Boring, if you compare it to the night we had. How was yours?”

“Full of applying to other jobs to see if there’s anything out there I’d prefer more than what I do now.”

“What prompted that switch?” I asked.

“Being with you,” she said.

“What do you mean?”

“What happened between the two of us was something I never do. Ever. But when it happened and after it was done, I felt… rejuvenated. Like taking that step out onto that limb paid off in a way I could’ve never foreseen. I want that in other areas of my life. I want to be happy instead of simply content.”

“I’m glad our encounter was seen in a positive light. I, myself, enjoyed it greatly.”

“You don’t have to pay the compliment back. I was merely being honest,” she said.

“I don’t pay compliments, Libby. I tell the truth. I enjoyed my time with you and there was a part of me that wasn’t ready for our encounter to end.”

“Why didn’t you say something?”

“Because what you wanted was a date for a wedding to get your parents off your back. In some ways, I felt as if I took advantage of the situation. In other ways, I feel like I didn’t do enough.”

“If you would’ve said something, I probably would’ve been up for it. I mean, we’d already slept together. What more could we have possibly gotten into?” she asked.

“I could think of a few other things…”

“I’m sure you could,” she said.