don’t I go back and start your wash for you? You go out and finish your run,” he offers.
“But we just started, you sure you don’t want to finish?”
“No. I’m good. You go finish your run.” He stands up, put his hands on his hips, and discreetly presses in on his side to relieve a side stitch.
“Alright,” I stop and kiss his cheek. “I’ll see you soon.”
He was so sweet to try and run with me. I pick up the pace and speed away from him. When I get back to my house I see Andrew on the back porch folding a load of my clothing. When he sees me he holds up a pair of my cream lace thongs and matching bra.
“I’ve never seen this set. Wanna go shower and show these off to me?”
I shake my head at him. “You really came back and did my wash?”
“Sure, I told you I was going to. Now, I have a load in the dryer almost ready to come out, why don’t you go up and shower? When it’s done, we can fold it fast before we go out shopping.”
I walk up to Andrew and take the underwear out of his hands that he was folding and step between him and the table full of my clean clothing to put my arms around his neck. “You are an amazing man, did you know that?”
“It’s just a load of laundry Bailey.”
“Yes, it’s just a load of laundry but do you realize that in the ten years I was married to Dave he never, not once, helped me wash, fold, or put away any clothing.”
“Well, he was an ass. Now, go shower. You stink,” he laughs as he kisses the tip of my nose.
Bailey showered quickly and is coming back down the stairs just as I’m pulling the last load of clothing out of the dryer. She grabs a water from the fridge and joins me on the deck.
“So how long have you been running? You didn’t run in college did you?” I ask her as she finished off the water.
“No, I didn’t. I started running a few years ago when Dave made a comment about my weight. I started doing it just to lose weight for him, but I found that I really love it. It’s my chance to relieve stress and clear my head.” She starts folding a towel and lays it on the pile.
“I thought I was in shape, I mean, I work out and all, but I just couldn’t keep up with you. How far do you run?”
“Usually only five or six miles a day, couple times a week. I’d really love to train and do a half marathon, but that’s double what I do now and with school coming up soon, I just don’t have the time to train.”
“You should go for it,” I encourage her. She shrugs her shoulders and doesn’t reply. “I’m serious. You could do it.”
“Maybe someday. My problem is that I start getting bored by the fifth or sixth mile. With no one to talk to, there is nothing motivating me to keep going.” She shrugs me off again. “Wash is done, thanks to you, are you ready for the really romantic part of my date now?” She laughs as she brings one basket into the kitchen.
“Yes ma’am, let’s go shopping,” I reply. She grabs a list off the fridge and heads to the door.
When we get to the store, she pulls a paper out of her purse. It catches my eye. I grab the list out of her hand and stare at it.
“You have a typed list of all the aisles in the grocery store?” I question.
“Yes,” she says grabbing the list out of my hand again and pushing the cart past me with a smile. “It makes shopping easier. I don’t forget anything this way.”
We pull up to the fruits and she starts looking at her list. “What are the boxes across the top?” I ask as she puts a pint of strawberries into the cart, then crosses it off the list.
“Those are all the dinners I have planned for the week. Once I have them listed, I know what I need to check off on the bottom.”
“I knew you had a type A personality but I had no ideas it went this deep,” I marvel as I put a head of lettuce in the cart. I can see she has spaghetti in one of the boxes at the top so a salad would be a nice addition.
“Lettuce is not on the list,” she
“But we just started, you sure you don’t want to finish?”
“No. I’m good. You go finish your run.” He stands up, put his hands on his hips, and discreetly presses in on his side to relieve a side stitch.
“Alright,” I stop and kiss his cheek. “I’ll see you soon.”
He was so sweet to try and run with me. I pick up the pace and speed away from him. When I get back to my house I see Andrew on the back porch folding a load of my clothing. When he sees me he holds up a pair of my cream lace thongs and matching bra.
“I’ve never seen this set. Wanna go shower and show these off to me?”
I shake my head at him. “You really came back and did my wash?”
“Sure, I told you I was going to. Now, I have a load in the dryer almost ready to come out, why don’t you go up and shower? When it’s done, we can fold it fast before we go out shopping.”
I walk up to Andrew and take the underwear out of his hands that he was folding and step between him and the table full of my clean clothing to put my arms around his neck. “You are an amazing man, did you know that?”
“It’s just a load of laundry Bailey.”
“Yes, it’s just a load of laundry but do you realize that in the ten years I was married to Dave he never, not once, helped me wash, fold, or put away any clothing.”
“Well, he was an ass. Now, go shower. You stink,” he laughs as he kisses the tip of my nose.
Bailey showered quickly and is coming back down the stairs just as I’m pulling the last load of clothing out of the dryer. She grabs a water from the fridge and joins me on the deck.
“So how long have you been running? You didn’t run in college did you?” I ask her as she finished off the water.
“No, I didn’t. I started running a few years ago when Dave made a comment about my weight. I started doing it just to lose weight for him, but I found that I really love it. It’s my chance to relieve stress and clear my head.” She starts folding a towel and lays it on the pile.
“I thought I was in shape, I mean, I work out and all, but I just couldn’t keep up with you. How far do you run?”
“Usually only five or six miles a day, couple times a week. I’d really love to train and do a half marathon, but that’s double what I do now and with school coming up soon, I just don’t have the time to train.”
“You should go for it,” I encourage her. She shrugs her shoulders and doesn’t reply. “I’m serious. You could do it.”
“Maybe someday. My problem is that I start getting bored by the fifth or sixth mile. With no one to talk to, there is nothing motivating me to keep going.” She shrugs me off again. “Wash is done, thanks to you, are you ready for the really romantic part of my date now?” She laughs as she brings one basket into the kitchen.
“Yes ma’am, let’s go shopping,” I reply. She grabs a list off the fridge and heads to the door.
When we get to the store, she pulls a paper out of her purse. It catches my eye. I grab the list out of her hand and stare at it.
“You have a typed list of all the aisles in the grocery store?” I question.
“Yes,” she says grabbing the list out of my hand again and pushing the cart past me with a smile. “It makes shopping easier. I don’t forget anything this way.”
We pull up to the fruits and she starts looking at her list. “What are the boxes across the top?” I ask as she puts a pint of strawberries into the cart, then crosses it off the list.
“Those are all the dinners I have planned for the week. Once I have them listed, I know what I need to check off on the bottom.”
“I knew you had a type A personality but I had no ideas it went this deep,” I marvel as I put a head of lettuce in the cart. I can see she has spaghetti in one of the boxes at the top so a salad would be a nice addition.
“Lettuce is not on the list,” she
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