It's rare that I don't hear the truck rumbling its way up the driveway, but to be fair, my thoughts are all over the place these days. If I haven't got a silly grin on my face at the thought of our baby, I'm busy panicking at... well, the thought of our baby. As often and sincerely as Tara says that I'll be a good dad, I'm haunted by the fact that I couldn't protect Darla when she was my responsibility. Couldn't keep her safe, even when I would've given everything I had to do just that. Hell, I gave her everything I had and it still wasn’t enough. And baby's a whole lot more helpless than a five-hundred year old vampire. (Don't think about that right now...)
The chops are about five minutes from done when Tara sneaks in, but all my attention turns to her once she's in the room. My girl... my family. I greet her with a tight hug, loving how she can calm my whirling thoughts just by showing up.
“Why can’t you have something easy to drive, Lindsey?” she asks
( ... )
Lindsey nearly goes into a tirade when I mention getting an Impala. I can't help but giggle when he does, knowing that it was too easy to bait him about him and his car. There were few things that I knew Lindsey kept precious and his Ford was one of them. Somewhere along the line, I did as well.
"Mean,"
Laughing I shake my head and whisper against his lips. "Nuuh. I'm a good girl. You love me," I announce with confidence. Lindsey starts to protest about dinner. "Smell's wonderful, I know you made a fantastic meal that will enjoy quite well...after we pack."
"Suitcases? What're you up to, girl?"I smirk at him and stand on the top step above him, enjoying the height difference for a moment. "I'm currently just up," I reply cheekily before leaning down and kissing him soundly
( ... )
"You had me at 'two piece'," I joke, although I'm still wondering where she got this notion from. And how I didn't know about her plans sooner. Well, never mind that. She's right: it won't be 'just the two of us' much longer, so we should take advantage of that while we can, right? Which leads me to...
"Where'd you say we were going?" I ask innocently enough, following her obediently up the stairs. "I'm thinking 'beach' because you mentioned the bikini..." Fun little blue number that spends far too much time in the closet and not nearly enough time on Tara, in my personal opinion.
"Pack for all occasions," she replies, giving me a wicked smirk that I wouldn't have believed that she was capable of when I first met her. What can I say? I'm a bad influence. She takes a couple steps up the ladder and I steady her with my arm around her waist, looking up to watch her rummage around on the top shelf. "Our flight leaves tomorrow morning, early," she adds. "Think you can get up that early?""Depends where we're going, doesn't it?" I shoot
( ... )
He prods me and I smile sweetly. "I didn't tell you where we were going, sweetie." I can't help but be amused as he prods me further, trying to figure out where we were going by what clothes I said I'd pack.
A smile comes to my lips as I reach up for the suitcases that have sat in the back of the closet for far too long. It's due time for us to get away and I can't help but be nothing but excited for this trip; it's a place that I've always wanted to go as well.
"North, West, East or South?"
"Yes," I answer him simply; knowing I was being a tiny bit on the mean side not telling him. But I wanted him to be surprised about where we were going. It's only a half of a day, he'll know soon.
"Come on... one hint?""No." I wrap my arms tighter around him and rest my chin on his chest, looking up at him. "It's a surprise, Lindsey. The flight won't be long and I've learned something from you." I smile at him. "How to be wicked." I move my hands and brush my fingers over his sides, tickling him for a moment before slipping out of the closet
( ... )
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The chops are about five minutes from done when Tara sneaks in, but all my attention turns to her once she's in the room. My girl... my family. I greet her with a tight hug, loving how she can calm my whirling thoughts just by showing up.
“Why can’t you have something easy to drive, Lindsey?” she asks ( ... )
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"Mean,"
Laughing I shake my head and whisper against his lips. "Nuuh. I'm a good girl. You love me," I announce with confidence. Lindsey starts to protest about dinner. "Smell's wonderful, I know you made a fantastic meal that will enjoy quite well...after we pack."
"Suitcases? What're you up to, girl?"I smirk at him and stand on the top step above him, enjoying the height difference for a moment. "I'm currently just up," I reply cheekily before leaning down and kissing him soundly ( ... )
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"Where'd you say we were going?" I ask innocently enough, following her obediently up the stairs. "I'm thinking 'beach' because you mentioned the bikini..." Fun little blue number that spends far too much time in the closet and not nearly enough time on Tara, in my personal opinion.
"Pack for all occasions," she replies, giving me a wicked smirk that I wouldn't have believed that she was capable of when I first met her. What can I say? I'm a bad influence. She takes a couple steps up the ladder and I steady her with my arm around her waist, looking up to watch her rummage around on the top shelf. "Our flight leaves tomorrow morning, early," she adds. "Think you can get up that early?""Depends where we're going, doesn't it?" I shoot ( ... )
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A smile comes to my lips as I reach up for the suitcases that have sat in the back of the closet for far too long. It's due time for us to get away and I can't help but be nothing but excited for this trip; it's a place that I've always wanted to go as well.
"North, West, East or South?"
"Yes," I answer him simply; knowing I was being a tiny bit on the mean side not telling him. But I wanted him to be surprised about where we were going. It's only a half of a day, he'll know soon.
"Come on... one hint?""No." I wrap my arms tighter around him and rest my chin on his chest, looking up at him. "It's a surprise, Lindsey. The flight won't be long and I've learned something from you." I smile at him. "How to be wicked." I move my hands and brush my fingers over his sides, tickling him for a moment before slipping out of the closet ( ... )
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