Looking up at him, she smiled and said, "I had another great time. Will there ever be a time when our time together isn't special?"
He replied, "Not if I have anything to do with it. Be careful while you're gone and don't forget find some time to send me a message or two when you get a chance."
"I promise you I won't forget about you. I'll probably not stop thinking about you!"
They kissed one more time, and then Alex went inside. She headed straight to her bedroom to begin her packing for her trip. As she got clothes out of her dresser and closet, she realized her heart was still racing following his hug and kiss, and as much as she was excited to see her family again, she knew that she'd rather be here - or anywhere - with Wes.
Alex was about an hour into her drive home when she realized just how much she was going to miss Wes this weekend. She found herself wondering what he was doing at that moment. Since it was a Friday afternoon, he was probably wrapping up his work at the city engineering office, getting ready to head for his apartment. She wished she could be there to greet him, and maybe even go for a quick afternoon walk around the lake at the complex.
The last time she made this trip back to see her family was two weekends ago. They had become a treasured safe haven from the world following her breakup with Anthony. Back then, she knew the only thing keeping her in the city was her job as an elementary teacher, and she had even entertained the notion of moving back closer to home, going so far as to submit a teaching application and resume to the school district in her hometown.
She had enjoyed city life, because it gave her an opportunity spread her wings as a teacher and young adult in a new and exciting place. But that was before her fiancΓ© had cheated on her, causing her to cancel their wedding. Now the city had reminded her of the pain she was still experiencing more than two months after. She had been afraid to venture out on her own, so meeting new friends wasn't happening. She left her apartment to go to work, or for the occasional shopping trip, or to go to the park on Sunday afternoons. Otherwise, there was no living going on, and certainly no joy.
Visiting her family had provided her with the strength she needed to continue. But that was before this past Sunday, when a precocious little three-year-old named Wesley Walker Watson had handed her a sprig of wildflowers, telling her that "a beautiful woman deserved beautiful flowers." And that led to meeting Wesley's handsome father Wes, who in less than a week had turned her outlook on life completely around.
Now as she drove closer to home, she was driving farther away from Wes. She loved her family, and always enjoyed going back to visit them. But she was fighting the urge not to turn the car around and head back to the city, and back to her man.
She chuckled - "her man" wasn't something she had planned on thinking. It was much too soon for him to be called that. But she couldn't kid herself, she liked thinking he was her man. She wondered if she would be this infatuated with Wes if she hadn't had two months of misery before meeting him. If he had met her before she had fallen in love with Anthony, would she be having the same feelings for him after less than a week that she was now?
Then she realized she couldn't compare the two situations. It really didn't matter that she was falling so hard for him in such a short time. He was providing her with a reason to smile again. She was coming back to life, and Wes was the reason. So...why shouldn't he be thought of as "her man?"
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Alex pulled into the high school football stadium in her hometown at 6:45 p.m. She quickly found her mother, sitting in her usual seat - the same seat she had sat in for years. Mom greeted her with a hug, then turned back to watch the warmups on the football field. Alex looked down on the field and saw #24, her brother Aaron, a junior in high school. Aaron was a wide receiver and defensive back on the team. Alex also spotted her sister Ana (short for Anastasia) standing with the other cheerleaders on the track in front of the stands. While Aaron would not break his focus on the pregame to look up for her, Ana did, and when she spotted Alex, she waved a pom-pom at her.
Alex turned to look up to the back of the stadium, to where her dad's spot was. He was so loud at football games that the rest of the family had given up trying to sit with him. He was heavily into football, especially since his only son was playing. Alex waved up at him, but it took him a few seconds to spot her. When he did, he waved and smiled back.
Alex sat down and pulled her phone out of her pocket. She sent Wes a quick message -
"Made it to the stadium, game about to begin. How was your day?"
She sent it, and then chuckled to herself once again about how much that message was like one an old married wife might send to her old married husband. Just as she was about to put her phone away, it buzzed with a reply.
"Glad you made it. Go Wildcats! Day was boring, but had to stop at the store for something special."
That raised her curiosity level, so she responded right back,
"What did you get?"
She wanted to wait for him to respond, but the band began playing the National Anthem, so she put her phone back in her pocket and stood with the rest of the crowd. Then it was time for the coin toss, followed by the band playing the school fight song, which took her back to the times in high school when she was cheering in the same spot where her sister was now.
It was the tradition in her school that the crowd stayed standing until after the kickoff. After that, she finally had a chance to sit down and dig her phone back out, seeing that Wes had replied. It was a short message -
"Five pounds of M&M's."
Alex laughed, and quickly replied,
"I hate losing any bet to Lori!"
It was just a few seconds before Wes answered -
"I promise I'll make this the best bet you ever lost!"
That message sent a tingle through her body, and she recalled the kiss she and Wes shared the night before where he had brushed his hand lightly down her side. Her face was beaming with that memory and with this latest message and as she replied,