As I climb into my truck a sense of uneasiness crosses my mind. If Monica is in fact pregnant with Jets’ child, then I must never say anything to her about what happened between Jet and I a few weeks ago. I wouldn’t want to hurt her for she has done so much for me. I guess it was just wishful thinking on my part that this perhaps was just another fling for Monica.
As I pull out of the parking lot of the nursing home, I begin to realize just how much I miss Monica and I’s companionship, with Jet around I have been avoiding her. I can not keep away from her forever so I guess somehow I need to come to terms with what is really going on. I just need to forget what happened with Jet and I, and let it go.
I can’t help but feel some sort of sadness as I begin to reflect on that night though. The way he touched me, the way we seemed to connect, and the way I really wanted him again, even afterwards. I guess some things are just never meant to be, and some people are only left with a small taste of what could be, while others are getting the real deal.
As I start to head home, I decide to make a quick stop at the diner for dinner. As I pull up a seat in the corner booth, the dishwasher, Alex comes over to greet me.
“Well hello Savanah, long time no see, how are you doing?”
“Fine, I guess, “ I reply with a simple smile looking over the menu. For some reason I am hesitant at giving any eye contact.
“Well, I just wanted you to know, that we miss having you here. Aren’t you tired of that nursing home yet? I mean really, you can’t be making any money there.” Alex states firmly with his coal black hair and sheepish smile.
“I’ts not all about money, Alex. It’s about the people. Besides, I just love hearing old stories about the past.” I reply in return.
“Well okay then, suit yourself!” Alex quickly turns back and disappears into the kitchen.
“I’ll have a Coke, and a hamburger please, no onions.” pretending to read off from the menu, as I hand it back to Sylvia the waitress.
“Sounds good, I will get right on that!” Sylvia replies. Sylvia is my replacement. A tall pale girl, with red colored hair, and glasses.
Dinner was quite a treat from the usual. And I head back in my truck towards home. Evening is setting in and a few glimpses of the sun setting flickers in and out amongst the trees. The ride feels peaceful as the wind gently catches my hair and flicks pieces of it out of the rolled down window.
The closer I get to home, I begin to notice Monica’s car coming towards me. As we pull up next to each other, Monica rolls down her window.
“Hey Savanah, I’m on my way to go pick up Jet, and I guess he has to leave his place because its getting rented out. Would it be a problem with you if he moves in with us?” Monica ask with a full blown smile.
I can tell immediately, that Monica is delighted. Her deep brown eyes are giving it away.
“I guess, if its all right with you. He’s practicly there all the time anyway.” as I try to force a smile, I see Monica’s eyes light up even more. She extends the palm of her hand up to her lips and proceeds to blow me a kiss. One quick nod of my head, and I head back towards home.
“Great.” I mutter underneath my breath. I guess times are changing, and things are going to get real now. Maybe perhaps it wont be too bad having a man around to do the handy work, and cut the wood for winter. If winter goes anything like it did last year with all the heavy snow he can also shovel the driveway.
As I make a list of reasons in my head on why having Jet around might actually be a good thing, I pause for a moment and wonder just how long before Monica knows for certain if she is or is not pregnant. Oh well, I guess time will tell.
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