All I Want is You - Part 30
Title: All I Want is You - Part 30
Author: xjekkix
Word Count: 1728 words
Summary: What’s meant to be will be.
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: This is not real.
A/N: Beta’d by csifreak90
Lindsay gently sets her hand upon Samantha’s bare shoulder. The woman shivers, startled, and quickly turns around.
“Oh gosh, you scared me. I didn’t know you were here yet.”
Lindsay tries to be inconspicuous, brushing her hand slowly down Samantha’s back. She wants to touch all of her, to kiss her and not care who sees. But she promises herself to behave. “I’ve been here for a while. Where’d Charlotte get to?”
Samantha smiles and then rolls her eyes. “Who knows. She dropped me off and then disappeared.” She leans closer to the redhead, sneaks her fingers between Lindsay’s behind their backs and looks bashfully to the floor.
Guests begin to arrive by what seems like the busload. If Charlotte were somewhere in the room, chances are they wouldn’t be able to pick her out in the crowd anyway. Lindsay follows Samantha to a table and they sit across from each other, their bare legs touching out of plain view.
Out of the corner of her eye, Lindsay sees a familiar face - a prominent nose, gruff exterior - coupled with a strong New York accent. Her father. Her first instinct is to panic and put as much distance between her parents as possible. She sees her brother Michael following close behind and begins to feel more relaxed. The last thing tonight needs is more unnecessary confrontation.
Lindsay’s younger sister Ali sees her from across the room and makes a beeline, her exotic eyes lit up with excitement. She can hardly believe how much Ali has matured - having always looked much older than her age - and stands up, arms open, to greet the young woman.
“Hey kiddo. I feel like I haven’t seen you in forever,” Lindsay says, embracing her sister fully.
“That’s because it has been. I haven’t seen you since you started filming!” Even the way Ali holds herself, confident and efflorescent, makes Lindsay realize how much the girl has changed. She promises herself not to let this much time pass again, without seeing her family.
It takes Ali a moment to notice Samantha sitting elegantly at the table, still searching the room for her twin sister. She looks apprehensively at Lindsay, her eyebrow raised in confusion. Lindsay smiles softly and sighs. Of course, she knew her family - much like Samantha’s - wouldn’t accept their reunion without some uncertainty.
“I’ll explain later. You should go sit with mom - she’s probably nervous.” Lindsay kisses her sister gently on the cheek and returns to the table to sit with Samantha.
Gaggles of people start to disperse, still chattering, and Lindsay notices her mother approaching the platform at the front of the room. Her heart beats quickly, catches in her throat and she wants nothing more than to bolt from the room before it’s time to make her speech.
While on her way to the front of the room, Dina glances in Lindsay’s direction and smiles, waving her long manicured fingers. Charlotte intercepts, passing off the microphone before she politely embraces Lindsay’s mother and whispers in her ear. The congenial interaction between her mother and the twin sister of her fiancé both baffles and impresses Lindsay.
As usual, her mother commands the attention of everyone in the room with minimal effort, and all chattering ceases.
Dina explains that supper will be served first, prior to toasts and speeches, to be followed by mingling and cocktails. Lindsay is grateful for this; it gives her extra time to plan her words more carefully.
Samantha slouches over her plate as she eats, trying not to be seen by others in the room.
“Babe, what are you doing? Sit up,” Lindsay says, setting her hand on top of the woman’s.
Samantha does but tries to still cover her face. “I just feel like I shouldn’t be here - after everything that’s happened. And it’s your mom’s party. I wish my sister wasn’t so persuasive sometimes.”
Lindsay giggles and wraps her hand around Samantha’s thin wrist, a bracelet around it that matches one of her own. “There’s nowhere else you should be more than here right now,” Lindsay whispers, her chin resting on the woman’s shoulder.
She glances over at her mother and future stepfather, a distinguished looking old man. The two laugh openly and share intimate glances while they eat; it’s as though they’re experiencing love at first sight each time they look at one another. This is exactly what Lindsay has always aspired to have. She glances up at Samantha, catches a familiar twinkle in her eye, and realizes she need not aspire - she has it all, right here.
“…and I’ve been so blessed, that the most important people in my life have accepted and welcomed each other. My children; Lindsay, Michael, Aliana and Cody; you four mean everything to me and we are both so proud of the people you’ve become. Actually, my baby girl promised she’d say a few words. Lindsay…?” Dina says, in conclusion to her lengthy speech.
Lindsay’s sure she looks something like a deer in headlights, though she knew this moment was coming. Her throat feels thick, like it’s slowly cutting off her ability to breath and especially her ability to speak. She looks to Samantha for encouragement. The woman smiles confidently at her and nods her head.
All eyes are on her now, and she watches her family’s faces as they begin to recognize Samantha. Her father, standing against a wall in the corner, gives her a disapproving smile. Her brother, Michael, grins and waves to Samantha. Now or never, I guess.
Lindsay tries to walk steadily up to the stage. Her legs feel like jelly, as if she’s just run a marathon. Her shoes fit tightly, heels seeming too high - and she is not usually one to feel insecure in a pair of 6-inchers.
The stage spotlight is blinding and impossibly warm. It makes her feel like a baby bird beneath a heating lamp, vulnerable and in need of nurturing. She clears her throat as quiet as possible and tries to muster up some courage. Her mind is blank; she doesn’t remember what she wanted to say.
“Um…ha….thanks, mom. We’re all so glad to be here.” She looks down at her feet and then looks at each face before her, one by one. They all look happy to see her, to see how settled and calm she has become. She realizes it doesn’t matter what she has to say to them right now - and so she begins.
“I’m especially glad to be here today, because I know how important family support is. Everything I’ve been through was made easier because I knew all of you were behind me every step of the way.” Lindsay feels herself begin to choke up; she signals to a waiter for a glass of water and a tissue box.
“Mom, I’ve made my share of mistakes. I put you through hell for a long time, but all I’ve ever wanted was to see you happy, and it’s easy to see that Andrew makes you happy.” Out of the corner of her eye, Lindsay spies Samantha watching her with admiration; she has to stop a moment, placing a fresh tissue over her mouth as she swallows the lump in her throat. On the other side of the room, Charlotte smiles and nods her approval. On the verge of tears, she realizes how happy she truly is.
“I also know the importance of happiness, how easily you can become happy if you just follow your heart. I never used to follow my heart because it always seemed to get me in too much trouble. But it turns out my heart was right in front of me this whole time.” Lindsay turns her head to face Samantha and waves her up on stage. The woman, astonished, checks behind her to see if Lindsay might be gesturing to someone else. When she sees no one else, she bashfully gets up from the table and walks to the front of the room with her head bowed. Gasps erupt throughout the room, an especially loud one from her father.
“This is your night, mom. The one that will lead up to one of the happiest days of your life, your wedding. I can’t express how fortunate I am to be able to spend it with you… and how fortunate I am to be able to share it with my own fiancé.” Samantha stands awkwardly behind the girl, her arms held stiffly at her sides. Lindsay reaches out and takes her by the hand, pulling her forward as if to present her to the room. She surrenders to her welling tears. Samantha turns to her, places a hand on her cheek and kisses the opposite one.
The room is becomes painfully silent; no one looks offended or shocked, simply at a loss for words. Dina rushes up to the microphone and pulls both Lindsay and Samantha into her arms, embracing them warmly. She kisses them each gently on the cheek and takes Lindsay’s face captive in her hands. “So proud of you, sweetheart, and so happy for the both of you.”
Crowds once again fill the room with hushed chatter. Many of Lindsay’s relatives approach, open-armed and gushing with congratulatory wishes.
As the frenzy around the microphone disperses, Lindsay’s father finally approaches, his hands deep in his pockets and his high-set forehead wrinkled. “Daddy…” she says quietly, unable to look him in the eye.
He leans forward and kisses her cheek, reaches his hand out to shake Samantha’s. The woman is reluctant.
“Welcome to the family,” he says with a genuine smile. “It’s about time you two made things official.”
Samantha smiles back, and offers her hand in return. The elder Michael accepts it and pulls her to him for a quick hug; this is a first.
Lindsay can’t remember the last time her entire family stood civilly together in one room, let alone within mere feet of each other. Her brother, Michael, steps between her and Samantha draping his long arms over their respective shoulders.
“So, when’s the big day ladies?” he asks, grinning as he looks back and forth at each of their faces.
Lindsay shrugs and looks to Samantha as Charlotte approaches the circle.
“How fast can you put our dresses together?” Samantha asks her sister.
Charlotte grins. “They’re already done. Who’s ready for a spontaneous wedding?”
Author: xjekkix
Word Count: 1728 words
Summary: What’s meant to be will be.
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: This is not real.
A/N: Beta’d by csifreak90
Lindsay gently sets her hand upon Samantha’s bare shoulder. The woman shivers, startled, and quickly turns around.
“Oh gosh, you scared me. I didn’t know you were here yet.”
Lindsay tries to be inconspicuous, brushing her hand slowly down Samantha’s back. She wants to touch all of her, to kiss her and not care who sees. But she promises herself to behave. “I’ve been here for a while. Where’d Charlotte get to?”
Samantha smiles and then rolls her eyes. “Who knows. She dropped me off and then disappeared.” She leans closer to the redhead, sneaks her fingers between Lindsay’s behind their backs and looks bashfully to the floor.
Guests begin to arrive by what seems like the busload. If Charlotte were somewhere in the room, chances are they wouldn’t be able to pick her out in the crowd anyway. Lindsay follows Samantha to a table and they sit across from each other, their bare legs touching out of plain view.
Out of the corner of her eye, Lindsay sees a familiar face - a prominent nose, gruff exterior - coupled with a strong New York accent. Her father. Her first instinct is to panic and put as much distance between her parents as possible. She sees her brother Michael following close behind and begins to feel more relaxed. The last thing tonight needs is more unnecessary confrontation.
Lindsay’s younger sister Ali sees her from across the room and makes a beeline, her exotic eyes lit up with excitement. She can hardly believe how much Ali has matured - having always looked much older than her age - and stands up, arms open, to greet the young woman.
“Hey kiddo. I feel like I haven’t seen you in forever,” Lindsay says, embracing her sister fully.
“That’s because it has been. I haven’t seen you since you started filming!” Even the way Ali holds herself, confident and efflorescent, makes Lindsay realize how much the girl has changed. She promises herself not to let this much time pass again, without seeing her family.
It takes Ali a moment to notice Samantha sitting elegantly at the table, still searching the room for her twin sister. She looks apprehensively at Lindsay, her eyebrow raised in confusion. Lindsay smiles softly and sighs. Of course, she knew her family - much like Samantha’s - wouldn’t accept their reunion without some uncertainty.
“I’ll explain later. You should go sit with mom - she’s probably nervous.” Lindsay kisses her sister gently on the cheek and returns to the table to sit with Samantha.
Gaggles of people start to disperse, still chattering, and Lindsay notices her mother approaching the platform at the front of the room. Her heart beats quickly, catches in her throat and she wants nothing more than to bolt from the room before it’s time to make her speech.
While on her way to the front of the room, Dina glances in Lindsay’s direction and smiles, waving her long manicured fingers. Charlotte intercepts, passing off the microphone before she politely embraces Lindsay’s mother and whispers in her ear. The congenial interaction between her mother and the twin sister of her fiancé both baffles and impresses Lindsay.
As usual, her mother commands the attention of everyone in the room with minimal effort, and all chattering ceases.
Dina explains that supper will be served first, prior to toasts and speeches, to be followed by mingling and cocktails. Lindsay is grateful for this; it gives her extra time to plan her words more carefully.
Samantha slouches over her plate as she eats, trying not to be seen by others in the room.
“Babe, what are you doing? Sit up,” Lindsay says, setting her hand on top of the woman’s.
Samantha does but tries to still cover her face. “I just feel like I shouldn’t be here - after everything that’s happened. And it’s your mom’s party. I wish my sister wasn’t so persuasive sometimes.”
Lindsay giggles and wraps her hand around Samantha’s thin wrist, a bracelet around it that matches one of her own. “There’s nowhere else you should be more than here right now,” Lindsay whispers, her chin resting on the woman’s shoulder.
She glances over at her mother and future stepfather, a distinguished looking old man. The two laugh openly and share intimate glances while they eat; it’s as though they’re experiencing love at first sight each time they look at one another. This is exactly what Lindsay has always aspired to have. She glances up at Samantha, catches a familiar twinkle in her eye, and realizes she need not aspire - she has it all, right here.
“…and I’ve been so blessed, that the most important people in my life have accepted and welcomed each other. My children; Lindsay, Michael, Aliana and Cody; you four mean everything to me and we are both so proud of the people you’ve become. Actually, my baby girl promised she’d say a few words. Lindsay…?” Dina says, in conclusion to her lengthy speech.
Lindsay’s sure she looks something like a deer in headlights, though she knew this moment was coming. Her throat feels thick, like it’s slowly cutting off her ability to breath and especially her ability to speak. She looks to Samantha for encouragement. The woman smiles confidently at her and nods her head.
All eyes are on her now, and she watches her family’s faces as they begin to recognize Samantha. Her father, standing against a wall in the corner, gives her a disapproving smile. Her brother, Michael, grins and waves to Samantha. Now or never, I guess.
Lindsay tries to walk steadily up to the stage. Her legs feel like jelly, as if she’s just run a marathon. Her shoes fit tightly, heels seeming too high - and she is not usually one to feel insecure in a pair of 6-inchers.
The stage spotlight is blinding and impossibly warm. It makes her feel like a baby bird beneath a heating lamp, vulnerable and in need of nurturing. She clears her throat as quiet as possible and tries to muster up some courage. Her mind is blank; she doesn’t remember what she wanted to say.
“Um…ha….thanks, mom. We’re all so glad to be here.” She looks down at her feet and then looks at each face before her, one by one. They all look happy to see her, to see how settled and calm she has become. She realizes it doesn’t matter what she has to say to them right now - and so she begins.
“I’m especially glad to be here today, because I know how important family support is. Everything I’ve been through was made easier because I knew all of you were behind me every step of the way.” Lindsay feels herself begin to choke up; she signals to a waiter for a glass of water and a tissue box.
“Mom, I’ve made my share of mistakes. I put you through hell for a long time, but all I’ve ever wanted was to see you happy, and it’s easy to see that Andrew makes you happy.” Out of the corner of her eye, Lindsay spies Samantha watching her with admiration; she has to stop a moment, placing a fresh tissue over her mouth as she swallows the lump in her throat. On the other side of the room, Charlotte smiles and nods her approval. On the verge of tears, she realizes how happy she truly is.
“I also know the importance of happiness, how easily you can become happy if you just follow your heart. I never used to follow my heart because it always seemed to get me in too much trouble. But it turns out my heart was right in front of me this whole time.” Lindsay turns her head to face Samantha and waves her up on stage. The woman, astonished, checks behind her to see if Lindsay might be gesturing to someone else. When she sees no one else, she bashfully gets up from the table and walks to the front of the room with her head bowed. Gasps erupt throughout the room, an especially loud one from her father.
“This is your night, mom. The one that will lead up to one of the happiest days of your life, your wedding. I can’t express how fortunate I am to be able to spend it with you… and how fortunate I am to be able to share it with my own fiancé.” Samantha stands awkwardly behind the girl, her arms held stiffly at her sides. Lindsay reaches out and takes her by the hand, pulling her forward as if to present her to the room. She surrenders to her welling tears. Samantha turns to her, places a hand on her cheek and kisses the opposite one.
The room is becomes painfully silent; no one looks offended or shocked, simply at a loss for words. Dina rushes up to the microphone and pulls both Lindsay and Samantha into her arms, embracing them warmly. She kisses them each gently on the cheek and takes Lindsay’s face captive in her hands. “So proud of you, sweetheart, and so happy for the both of you.”
Crowds once again fill the room with hushed chatter. Many of Lindsay’s relatives approach, open-armed and gushing with congratulatory wishes.
As the frenzy around the microphone disperses, Lindsay’s father finally approaches, his hands deep in his pockets and his high-set forehead wrinkled. “Daddy…” she says quietly, unable to look him in the eye.
He leans forward and kisses her cheek, reaches his hand out to shake Samantha’s. The woman is reluctant.
“Welcome to the family,” he says with a genuine smile. “It’s about time you two made things official.”
Samantha smiles back, and offers her hand in return. The elder Michael accepts it and pulls her to him for a quick hug; this is a first.
Lindsay can’t remember the last time her entire family stood civilly together in one room, let alone within mere feet of each other. Her brother, Michael, steps between her and Samantha draping his long arms over their respective shoulders.
“So, when’s the big day ladies?” he asks, grinning as he looks back and forth at each of their faces.
Lindsay shrugs and looks to Samantha as Charlotte approaches the circle.
“How fast can you put our dresses together?” Samantha asks her sister.
Charlotte grins. “They’re already done. Who’s ready for a spontaneous wedding?”