Chapter two
hundred and seventy-three:
Christy paused
to admire a rack of jeans in a clothing store.
Isaac had left
to go into a music store, leaving her to wander the nearby stores.
Christy
flattened her long dress over her protruding hips, deeply considering the
choice of buying a pair of jeans that she wouldn’t be able to wear for months.
She selected her
size from the rack, and held them to her hips. She tilted her head to the side
and paused.
Deciding it
would be a waste of time and money, she put the jeans back on the rack.
She wandered
deeper into the store, and stopped to look at a rack of dresses. They were
designed with an empire waist, and she would be able to wear it for at least
the first few months of her pregnancy before it got too snug.
She simply
wasn’t crazy about the eggplant color of the dress. She began searching through
the rack at frantic speed, and managed to find a beautiful emerald green shade
of the same dress. However, upon further inspection of the tag, she realized it
was a size smaller than what she normally wore.
She sighed, and
admired the dress. It was really cute, and the more she looked at the color,
the more she fell in love with it.
Christy crossed
the store and stood in front of the full length mirror. She held it to her body
and titled her head to the side. With the right accessories she imagined she
could make it work for any occasion. With flip flops, it could be a casual
outfit, but with her thigh-high leather stiletto boots, it could be a racy
evening outfit.
“It brings out
the green in your eyes.”
Christy turned
with a smile, recognizing the voice immediately as Isaac’s. “You
really thing so?”
“Yeah.” He approached, and lifted the tag and
flipped it over. He subconsciously did this all the time; he checked the price
on everything.
“Don’t worry,
it’s on sale.” She smiled, gently placing a hand on his arm. “It is a size too
small…”
“I bet it’ll
fit.” He wagered. “Try it on.”
“But Ikey-“
“Go on.” He
gently placed a hand on her lower back and nudged her towards the dressing
room.
She laughed and
wandered into the first open stall.
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Luke was sitting
on a stool at the kitchen island, boredly stirring the ice cubes in his glass
of Pepsi with his straw. He knew Becky had gone to speak with Jen, but he
didn’t think it would take so long.
Zac was busy
rummaging through one of the cupboards; he was removing every speck of junk
food, until he finally found a package of M&Ms at the back.
“Ooh!” he
muttered, tearing into the package. He turned to see Luke seated miserably.
“Hey, man. Cheer
up!” Zac tried. “Things will work out!”
Luke grumbled an
inaudible response.
Zac lifted
himself up onto the kitchen counter and proceeded to pick through his bag of
candies.
“Maybe I should
go up there and talk to her…. I mean, if we fight for a bit, maybe we can work
it through.” Luke stood up from the stool, pushing it backward with the backs
of his knees.
Zac raised his
eyebrows. “I don’t know… she seemed pretty pissed off. You might want to let
her cool down a bit first…”
Luke considered
this, and realized he was right. He sat back down.
“What did you do
anyway?” Zac asked, “I mean, there has to be a reason
she’s so pissed of at you.”
Luke opened his
mouth to respond, but stopped. After a moment to consider the explanation, he
stopped. “It’s nothing, really. Just a really stupid argument and I said
something I shouldn’t have.”
“Ugh,” Zac
replied, rolling his eyes. “Been there before.”
This comment
made Luke smile in reminiscence.
“Luke?”
He looked up to
see Becky as she walked into the kitchen. “Jen wants to see you. She’s upstairs
in your room.”