"Interesting..."
"What? And what about you, what are your plans?" Rachel now locked eyes with me, full of curiosity.
It was my time to put me on the interview spot.
"Marriage hasn't been high on my list."
"Figures," She snorted wrapping her arms around her bent legs.
I narrowed my eyes.
"But if I had kids I want a son first."
"First!" Her eyes were widening to their limits and her voice was high pitched. "How many are you planning on having?"
Rachel was now staring at me large-eyed, her jaw slightly dropped.
"Four or five kids, why?" I shrugged.
"If I'm still your wife then and you still want to have that many kids you're going to push out the kids after the third, yourself," Rachel stated.
I chuckled, not able to or wanting to hold back the laughter. She was set in her ways with that. Would we still be married by the time the thought of having kids came around? Long enough to start having a family with each other? I did not know if I could picture us as parents together. Kissing her was one thing, but to have sex and have a kid was a whole other level. Could I really picture standing in a hospital holding a little bundle wrapped in either blue or a pink blanket with Rachel nearby in a hospital bed beaming?
"And then some daughters," I continued, my voice was faint as I still had the image of us and a bundle.
"And daughters what, Nick?" Rachel asked, tilting her head.
"You know like two sons then a couple of daughters."
"Okay, you have thought too much about that considering you're not too fond of the thought of marriage." Rachel held her hands up towards me.
"Yeah I guess. I blame the chaos of my own family for that."
My smile was weak. I really did miss that place and my family. I didn't expect our couple day trip to turn into almost a month away. I missed them and the chatter.
"So we're both nuts!" Rachel giggled, with her arms held out wide.
I laughed again. She might have a point.
"Yeah, Rachel, a real fitting match."
She grinned and stretched out her legs a little on the couch so that they were still up a little. I glimpsed down at her purple-stripped toenails.
"That kiss was good earlier," the words spilled out of my mouth.
I saw her bite back a smile and blush. I started to grin at her reaction. This was going to be fun.
"Rachel you're speechless! Maybe we should kiss more often if this is the effect."
"Shut up!" Rachel giggled, trying to snap at me, but couldn't find the strength it seems as the smile took over her face with the giggles starting up.
"It was good though in fact more than good. You're blushing."
"Shut up!" She was shaking her head faster.
I just found myself a new game!
"Now I think the question is when do we kiss again?"
She just covered her face with her hands before leaning against her knees to shield herself from me. So I made her feel embarrassed, I did feel a little bad about that, but it was far more amusing so it was worth the change of moods. I swung my legs around from the floor and placed my feet on the couch so that they would touch Rachel's feet. Mine were a lot bigger than hers, but all I cared was that I was touching Rachel again. Her cold feet against mine which were a lot warmer, was definitely weird, but it was a simple pleasure in life. People would laugh at how much I enjoyed that and found it amusing.
"Well, night, Nick."
"Oh okay good night, Rach," I responded, coming back to reality.
Rachel smiled and waltzed out of the room, but I could still feel her skin against mine. Her soft lips against mine from earlier was still there and to be imprinted forever. Hers was the most memorable kiss I think I had ever had. Why did we kiss anyway? It didn't matter at all actually, right? I took over the whole couch and rested my hands behind me with my head on them. I drifted to sleep with a smile on my face.
11
Rachel
I sighed. My eyes were getting tired looking at my Chemistry homework. There was hardly any sun coming through the windows as it was a cloudy day which was not helping my sluggish mood. I could not wait to put on my pajamas and crawl into bed, I really didn't sleep the night before and science was not one of my favorite subjects. There was just so much repetition with the math problems. Did we really need to do forty of them? Couldn't we have just done twenty? Looking down once again the numbers started to swirl around the page, fogging my mind so I glanced over to what Nick was working on. We were both doing homework at the same time today at the table. I don't think that was the normal picture moment for a husband and wife. Resting my head in one of my hands my eyes started to focus on Nick's paper harder.
"You did number five wrong," I came out and said.
"I did not," Nick answered casually.
I raised my eyebrow.
"I actually understand that math. You forgot to put the least common factor in front of the parenthesis when you made them into binomials after the trinomial. Also it should be eight x with a squared mark above the x, not next to it," I continued, unable to stop myself as I leaned over the table pointing to the problem in question.
My eyes came up to see tired blue ones.
"Rach, don't get me wrong you're smart, but math isn't exactly your strong point."
Stupid years of school with him! We have had too many classes with each other over the years.
My eyebrows fused together as I narrowed my eyes. "Well that might be the case, but I'll bet who makes dinner tomorrow
