He wanted to take her away for the weekend. To take her off somewhere for some fun. No child, no Ryan, no Lisa. Just him and her. Van and Libby. He wanted to spoil her, indulge her inner child. Where could he take her though? He thought of her half sister, Issa. She loved Issa, and it was rare, if ever, that she got to see Issa. He didn't mind Issa. Issa neither bothered him, nor did she do anything for him personality wise. He supposed that Issa was more attractive and more flirty than Libby, but she didn't do anything for him. Odd how that was. He only got hard for the girls he loved emotionally. If the most attractive girl walked past him, his penis hardly noticed. He shrugged it off and figured it was one of those things that would save him hassle from any woman someday, since women he was unemotionally attached to didn't do a single thing for him.
He grinned to himself, patting the plane tickets in his pocket. He whistled a nice tune gaily as he walked along. His stride was light, for his heart was content. Sharply turning onto her street, he smiled again to himself. The reservations were made and the plane would leave tomorrow. A whole weekend alone with Libby. And then on the way back, they could visit Issa. Yes, a pleasant idea. A very pleasant idea. Turning again sharply and walking more faster, wanting to run and jump up to her door, he still smiled sweetly to himself. Stopping just at the doorway, he cocked his head from one side...to the other. Cracking his neck, and then patting down his hair, trying to make himself look nice. Looking in the door's glass, he saw an image that was pleasing to him, so he opened it, and knocked on the knocker, smiling confidently. He knocked once and waited. A dog across the other street barked, but he could hear nothing behind the door that he wanted to open. Soon however, he heard heavy footsteps and an impatient looking, tall giant opened the door and rolled his eyes. "Libby, Van's here!" The giant called out to the house. He moved aside so that Van could step in. Van smiled politely his greeting to the giant (Ryan), stepping into the house and standing still, fidgeting slightly.
"You know, you look a lot more beautiful when you're not fidgeting, or so I was once told." Libby said with a smirk, coming down the stairs. Van turned around fast, embarrassed slightly, but more or less of still gay as he had the plane tickets and he was sure she would go on a vacation with him. She greeted him with a soft, light kiss on the lips, a hug and leaning her small frame into his average one. "Mmm, you smell good." She moaned softly into his shoulder as she leaned into him. He rested his chin atop her head.
"I have 2 plane tickets to Cali, you know."
"Oh really?"
"Mm-hmm. With our names on it. You could be riding Pati you know."
She smiled, bowing her head to be between them, smelling his smell from his shirt. She was rather content to merely be in his arms, as it felt so comforting and she'd had a hard day. He smiled over her head, knowing exactly how she felt.
~*~*~*~
She hummed as she packed, her headphones around her neck, her compact disc player in her pocket. Her hair done back in mini-corn rolls, little tiny stubs that stopped an inch above her hairline, looking like a headband going across her head. Her CD player in her room playing softly as she darted about from here to there, from there to here. Then her cell phone rang. Still humming, she darted to go pick it up, turning it on and managing a breathless "Hello." It was the gynecologist. She grinned as she heard the news, moving to pack in a negligee that she knew would send shivers up and down Van's spine. "Thank you so much, doctor." She grinned into the phone, hanging up. Biting her lip in anticipation, she continued grinning as she packed away 3 of her favorite pairs of socks.
~*~*~*~
"What do you have planned for this weekend?" She asked, speaking loudly to be heard above the roar of the engine. She snuggled up as close to him as she could, after she removed the armrest from between them. "Oh, nothing out of the ordinary" he said, trying to hide a smile. "Just the usual. Romantic dinner, unromantic horseback riding--"
"Romantic photo shoot." She added and he blushed. "I knew it!" She yelled excitedly, jumping back so she could point a finger at him. "I knew you wanted to do a photo shoot!" She yelled again, her eyes dancing. He blushed and slid down in his seat, a sign of cowering. She smiled, self-satisfied. "I knew it." She said again, her voice lower now, back to normal level...at least as normal as she could get it considering she was on a plane and all.
"Full interview and all?"
"Full interview and all."
She thought about this for a bit, making him nervous. "Full interview and all." She agreed. "And don't be so afraid to ask me, Van. I don't bite...well, not hard and not in any way that you'd disagree with." She grinned cheekily at him.
"Oh?" He asked, and purred, rolling his tongue. "Yes" she said, capturing his mouth with hers for a quick kiss.
"Oh dear God. You two kill me with cuteness." The stewardess said, rolling her eyes jokingly. They were after all, on Van's own private plane, yet they had needed tickets to get to it. And still, he had stewardesses on it, that he was well aquatinted with.
"Yeah, and you're doing your job how? The service here is so lousy. Where's my Canada Dry Ginger Ale?" He teased, playfully looking annoyed. The stewardess grinned. "It'll be ready for you in a minute, if you would just be patient, sir." She stuck her tongue out at him, and walked to the back of the plane to get him his soda.
"Whatever happened to me? I'm thirsty too." Libby whined playfully at Van, relaxing against him. "You can drink out of mine." He smiled down on her. "Oh, you're just ever so kind. What would I do without you?" Sarcasm dripping from her voice. "Oh, just suffer endlessly, no doubt." Van said, grinning.
"Here you are sir." The stewardess was back, reaching over Libby to pull down Van's tray table. Placing the drink on it, she straightened.
"Thank you Amy....what? No cup?" He asked in mock surprise. Amy giggled.
"What? No tip?" She teased back, turning around and walking away, her pants rustling as she did so.
"You should fire her you know. Good help is so hard to find." Libby said jokingly haughty, straightening and tossing her hair back. Reaching over, she opened the can. "I even had to open it myself." She playfully pouted. "Awww, poor baby." Van said, cupping her chin with his hand. "Thank you" she mumbled, faking a sob. She started coughing after taking a drink, the warmth feeling weird to her stomach. He started patting her on the back. "You okey there?" he asked. "Yeah, I'm fine. It just went down the wrong way." She said, reassuringly, regaining her breath.
~*~*~*~
Candlelight dinner, Van in a three piece tuxedo, Libby in a beautiful, sky blue evening gown.
"So, no child, no Ryan, No Lisa." Van grinned. "Shall we toast?" He asked, flagging down the waiter to ask for wine. Libby dropped her head, fiddling with the napkin in her lap. How to avoid this one? Did she even want to avoid this one, or did she want to tell him right now? Right here? Her eyes scanned back and forth, searching the tablecloth, her lap, her napkin. She decided she did want to tell him, only how? Yeah, this would make a great story to tell the unborn baby in her belly. "I told your father about you in a fancy restaurant, instead of telling him at a hotel or home, like I wanted. I had to tell him because he ordered me wine, and I couldn't drink it." There's a great story. She rolled her eyes at how stupid she was being, and raised her head to see that she had a champagne glass in front of her, filled almost to the top of champagne. Van lifted his glass to toast.
"Van. Wait, I can't." She said, trying to blink back the tears of embarrassment from her eyes. Humiliation seemed to sweep over her body, though she didn't understand why. She wanted this, hadn't she?
"What's wrong?" He could see the tears threatening to come out of her eyes, could see her trying to hold them back, and a concerned look came across his face. He was wondering what was bothering her, wondering why she would cry. What could she tell him that would make her cry? He could see that she was turning red, and he wanted to take her in his arms and hold her.
"Why can't you toast?" He asked, tentatively.
She took a deep breath, her breathing coming shakily. "I'mpregnant." She said, quickly, breathing still shaky, still trying to blink back tears.
"You're..you're wha?" He asked, confusedly. This was the last thing he expected her to say.
