Posted: Tue Dec 12, 2006 9:33 pm
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Part 20
“So, I have a surprise for you.”
“Really?”
I twirl my hair around my finger, a smile lingering on my face.
“Yup. You should come over to my place tonight after work. I’ll be ready at about seven?”
He laughs.
“You’ll be home that early? If there’s one thing I know about you, Liz Parker, it’s that you’re a workaholic. When’s the last time you were home before seven?”
I sigh.
“Max, I like my job. And it’s not like you’re ever home early. Aren’t you always in the office later than me?”
He sighs in return.
“Look, I’ll see you at seven. I don’t want to fight.”
“Me neither.”
The smile has faded.
“Gotta go. Bye.”
“Bye.”
I hang up before I can hear the faint whisper of an “I love you.”
*~*~*~*~*
My dress clings to my form, showing off my small curves. The vibrant shade of red shows off my faint tan as I sit under the lighting fixture in my dinning area.
The door opens and I look up, smiling.
Seven o’clock on the dot.
His eyes light up when he sees me, and hands me the bouquet of flowers. They’re beautiful. Pink, white, red, mixed colored roses, baby’s breath, carnations, tiger lilies. Exquisite.
He ducks his head shyly.
“I wasn’t sure what you liked.” He hands them to me, making eye contact for the first time tonight. “You look beautiful.”
I smile, sniffing the roses delicately.
“Thank you.”
Slowly, he takes the flowers out of my hands and places them on the table behind us. “I’ve been wanting to do something all day.” He whispers as his face inches closer to mine.
“And what would that be?”
Warm breath tickles my face gently as he pauses only inches from my lips.
“This.”
And then our lips meet.
It’s familiar, kissing him. And in this moment, it seems like all our problems are gone. Like all the time we spent apart has disappeared, and we’re still this young, happy, if volatile, couple.
But we’re not. Time has passed, and we’ve changed.
And that’s what this night is about.
I pull away, lips tingling from where they had been pressed up against him. Wiping at my lip gloss, I smile.
“Thanks.”
He smiles, dazed, before shaking the fog out of his head.
“I have a surprise for you, too.”
I squeal happily.
Cause five years later or not, I still like presents.
“My grand gesture?”
He nods.
“Give me! Give me!”
He laughs and wraps his arms around me. “Not yet, honey. You wanted me here for a reason.”
I laugh.
“It can wait. Gimme!”
Gently, he smoothes a strand of my hair behind my ear. I shiver in response, and a graceful smile covers his face as he takes my hand in his.
“Let’s go.”
*~*~*~*
“Can I take the blindfold off?”
“No. Not yet.”
I sit quietly for a moment in his fast car. His midlife crisis car, as I call it.
“How ‘bout now?”
The car comes to a sudden stop and I fly forward.
“Uh…ok.”
He gently removes the blindfold from my head and jumps out of the car. I sit there silently, not really sure of what’s going on.
See, we’re sitting on a residential street.
What’s so special about this?
It’s not his street. It’s not a street with big extravagant homes. It’s a nice neighborhood. Sweet homes, like the ones we grew up in.
Max opens the door for me and takes my hand, helping me out of the low car.
“I don’t understand.” I tell him as we stand on the sidewalk.
“This, Liz,” he gestures to the house in front of us, “is my grand gesture.”
“I don’t understand.” I repeat, staring at the one story house in front of us. It’s a tan house with white trim, a two car garage, and rose bushes in the yard. The grass is trimmed neatly, the paint fresh and welcoming.
He turns to look me in the eyes, warm hands cupping my face.
“When I left five years ago, I made myself a promise, that someday I would take care of you.”
I shake my head.
“I still don’t understand, Max. What? What is this? What are you trying to say?”
He sighs.
“I’m trying to say, I love you, Liz Parker. Always have, always will. I know we have a long way to go before we’re deeply committed, before we really know everything about each other, but this is my promise to YOU. I WILL take care of you. I will support you in everything that you do.”
I shake my head again.
“I can do that myself, Max. I don’t need your money.”
He laughs.
“I know. I know you can support yourself very well. And I admire that. I’m not trying to buy you. I bought a house. For us. The apartment is too small for you. I won’t move in until you want me to, until we’re ready for that. But I want to take care of you. Stop paying rent and live here. Use that money to start up your own film company. I know that’s what you’ve always wanted. Please, let me help you make your dreams come true.”
A small smile escapes my lips.
“I love you, too. Max.”
My arms wrap around him tightly.
“Thank you.” I murmur softly against his chest.
“Thank you.” He repeats against my hair.
We stand there for minutes, basking in the warmth of forgiveness.
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Part 20
“So, I have a surprise for you.”
“Really?”
I twirl my hair around my finger, a smile lingering on my face.
“Yup. You should come over to my place tonight after work. I’ll be ready at about seven?”
He laughs.
“You’ll be home that early? If there’s one thing I know about you, Liz Parker, it’s that you’re a workaholic. When’s the last time you were home before seven?”
I sigh.
“Max, I like my job. And it’s not like you’re ever home early. Aren’t you always in the office later than me?”
He sighs in return.
“Look, I’ll see you at seven. I don’t want to fight.”
“Me neither.”
The smile has faded.
“Gotta go. Bye.”
“Bye.”
I hang up before I can hear the faint whisper of an “I love you.”
*~*~*~*~*
My dress clings to my form, showing off my small curves. The vibrant shade of red shows off my faint tan as I sit under the lighting fixture in my dinning area.
The door opens and I look up, smiling.
Seven o’clock on the dot.
His eyes light up when he sees me, and hands me the bouquet of flowers. They’re beautiful. Pink, white, red, mixed colored roses, baby’s breath, carnations, tiger lilies. Exquisite.
He ducks his head shyly.
“I wasn’t sure what you liked.” He hands them to me, making eye contact for the first time tonight. “You look beautiful.”
I smile, sniffing the roses delicately.
“Thank you.”
Slowly, he takes the flowers out of my hands and places them on the table behind us. “I’ve been wanting to do something all day.” He whispers as his face inches closer to mine.
“And what would that be?”
Warm breath tickles my face gently as he pauses only inches from my lips.
“This.”
And then our lips meet.
It’s familiar, kissing him. And in this moment, it seems like all our problems are gone. Like all the time we spent apart has disappeared, and we’re still this young, happy, if volatile, couple.
But we’re not. Time has passed, and we’ve changed.
And that’s what this night is about.
I pull away, lips tingling from where they had been pressed up against him. Wiping at my lip gloss, I smile.
“Thanks.”
He smiles, dazed, before shaking the fog out of his head.
“I have a surprise for you, too.”
I squeal happily.
Cause five years later or not, I still like presents.
“My grand gesture?”
He nods.
“Give me! Give me!”
He laughs and wraps his arms around me. “Not yet, honey. You wanted me here for a reason.”
I laugh.
“It can wait. Gimme!”
Gently, he smoothes a strand of my hair behind my ear. I shiver in response, and a graceful smile covers his face as he takes my hand in his.
“Let’s go.”
*~*~*~*
“Can I take the blindfold off?”
“No. Not yet.”
I sit quietly for a moment in his fast car. His midlife crisis car, as I call it.
“How ‘bout now?”
The car comes to a sudden stop and I fly forward.
“Uh…ok.”
He gently removes the blindfold from my head and jumps out of the car. I sit there silently, not really sure of what’s going on.
See, we’re sitting on a residential street.
What’s so special about this?
It’s not his street. It’s not a street with big extravagant homes. It’s a nice neighborhood. Sweet homes, like the ones we grew up in.
Max opens the door for me and takes my hand, helping me out of the low car.
“I don’t understand.” I tell him as we stand on the sidewalk.
“This, Liz,” he gestures to the house in front of us, “is my grand gesture.”
“I don’t understand.” I repeat, staring at the one story house in front of us. It’s a tan house with white trim, a two car garage, and rose bushes in the yard. The grass is trimmed neatly, the paint fresh and welcoming.
He turns to look me in the eyes, warm hands cupping my face.
“When I left five years ago, I made myself a promise, that someday I would take care of you.”
I shake my head.
“I still don’t understand, Max. What? What is this? What are you trying to say?”
He sighs.
“I’m trying to say, I love you, Liz Parker. Always have, always will. I know we have a long way to go before we’re deeply committed, before we really know everything about each other, but this is my promise to YOU. I WILL take care of you. I will support you in everything that you do.”
I shake my head again.
“I can do that myself, Max. I don’t need your money.”
He laughs.
“I know. I know you can support yourself very well. And I admire that. I’m not trying to buy you. I bought a house. For us. The apartment is too small for you. I won’t move in until you want me to, until we’re ready for that. But I want to take care of you. Stop paying rent and live here. Use that money to start up your own film company. I know that’s what you’ve always wanted. Please, let me help you make your dreams come true.”
A small smile escapes my lips.
“I love you, too. Max.”
My arms wrap around him tightly.
“Thank you.” I murmur softly against his chest.
“Thank you.” He repeats against my hair.
We stand there for minutes, basking in the warmth of forgiveness.
