“Sure, Precious. Let’s get dressed and we’ll head out.”
A quick stop at her place and thirty minutes later, she is dressed and ready to go. Her fucking outfit is killing me. A pair of skin-tight black pants and an off the shoulder sweater with a pair of boots. She makes my mouth water.
Once we hit the highway, she grabs my free hand and holds my it. The whole way. I feel like a teenager again. Like this time will be better than it was before. We go to the Northpark Mall and go our separate ways.
She won’t tell me what she wants from here, but I head straight to the jewelry store. Since I know exactly what I want, I head for the engagement ring section. I immediately spot a simple, but elegant diamond solitaire with sapphires that will match her beautiful blue eyes, in a platinum setting.
I make my purchase, which is already burning a hole in my pocket, and meet Josephine in the food court, by the Panda Express. We grab some food, that's the best thing about the food court. We can get whatever we want. I have chicken, and she has pizza. I love that she feels comfortable to eat whatever she wants in front of me.
We get back to my house by three in the afternoon and are watching Bones again. After a couple of episodes, my stomach is rumbling again.
“Baby?”
“Yeah?” I say look over at her.
“I am going to cook dinner. Is that ok with you?”
“I am not going to turn that down. I can’t remember the last time I had a meal that wasn’t pizza or from the dinner.”
“Oh, my poor baby.” She pats my cheek. “I am gonna make something amazing.”
“Sounds good. Kristy has been keeping me stocked up, but I honestly don’t have any idea what is in there other than beer and cokes.”
“I will figure it out.”
“Sounds good Precious.”
She disappears into the kitchen. I hear some music and some clanging. A few minutes later, she brings me a beer.
“Thanks, Precious. Keep this up, and I will get used to this kind of treatment.”
“You deserve it, Baby. Dinner will be ready in thirty minutes.” She gives me a little kiss, and I want nothing more than to deepen it, but she moves away from me.
Damn, how did I get so lucky?
I flip the channel to SportsCenter and enjoy my beer. A few minutes later she calls out to me.
“Dinner’s ready baby!”
“Coming.”
I head into the kitchen, and she has made tacos. Which are my favorite?
“My favorite,” I say rubbing my stomach and sitting down. She brings me another beer, and she drinks a sprite.
“Enjoy.” She says.
“Uh, when do you turn twenty-one?”
“Oh, tomorrow.”
“Your birthday is on Valentine’s Day?”
“Yep, every year.”
“Well happy early birthday, Precious.”
“Thanks, but it’s really no big deal.”