Sunday, November 2, 2014

Desire

Lisa peered out the living room window across the street as a moving truck pulled into the driveway. “Honey, some people are moving in across the street,” she yelled to the office where her husband Darius was working on the project that he’d been working on for several weeks now. In the urge of desperation and the need to get up and walk away, he pulled out his chair from his desk and walked towards her. It was either going to be him or this project, but it just couldn’t be him. He met Lisa in the living room where he found her still looking out the window with a bag of cookies in one hand and her other hand settled in the bag as if subtly saying, do not touch these cookies or else. Darius smiled as he stood behind her to get a view of what she was viewing.
“Oh so we’re getting new neighbors,” he confirmed.
“Yep. It’s about time. That house has been vacant for three years.”
“It hasn’t been that bad. When we needed extra parking space for family get-togethers, people were able to park over there without complaint. Where are they going to park, now?”
“Oh stop,” she said playfully hitting his shoulder. She placed the cookie bag on the end table that sat next to the window and backed into the arms of her husband. Oh how I love this man, she thought.
He instinctively wrapped his arms around his wife until they rested on her five month old baby bump. “I can’t wait until this little guy is here.”
“Yeah, he is going to be so spoiled” she said as she turned around and wrapped her arms around her husband’s neck.
“Yeah. I just can’t wait till he can play catch.”
Lisa smiled before giving him a kiss then walking towards the kitchen with her bag of cookies.
Darius remained standing at the window, placing his hands in his pocket as the movers unloaded the truck with some odd things. Darius wrinkled up his nose and then walked away from the window feeling odd that he was still starring without Lisa watching with him.
“Do you think we should do something for them?” Darius said meeting Lisa in the kitchen.
“For who?”
“The neighbors.”
“Something like what?”
“I don’t know,” he said shrugging his shoulders. “I just remember when we moved to this neighborhood, we had people coming around for days giving us welcome to your new home gifts.”
“Well, yea. I guess we can do something,” she said giving in not really wanting to do too much. “We could re-wrap one of those gifts that were giving to us.”
“We could, or we can be genuinely nice and give them something they would like or something they will need.”
Lisa smiled. That was why she loved him. He was always thinking of others whether he knew them or not. “Well I guess. Whatever you want to do, honey, is fine with me.”
“Just you?”
“Fine with me and the little boy inside me that is going to come out looking just as handsome as his father.” She leaned in and gave him a kiss and another.
“Love you.”
“Love you more.”
“Okay, honey. I have to get back to work. This dang project is going to kill me.”

“You’ll be fine and if you need a break you know where to find me,” she winked.

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