decided not to bother her again. Emerson and I both hadn’t drank much since before our kids were born, and Sarah was a pro, which made things interesting. Cal and Travis sat on the side drinking casually and talking about fishing? Camping? I don’t know—manly stuff, I guess.
Sarah shot up out of her seat as a country song I hadn’t ever heard began playing. She grabbed my hand and pulled me to my feet. “Whoa.” I shouted out as I adjusted my drunk feet underneath me. Travis looked like he was going to jump up to catch me but then slid back further into his seat.
Sarah looked at Emerson. “This is my JAM, and we are going to go dance!”
I laughed. “Umm yeah, okay. Come on, Em,” I shouted.
Emerson slid closer to Cal and shook her head. “No. No, that’s okay, go on without me.”
I sighed. “You sure?”
Sarah tapped her foot. “HELLO, the song is going to end!”
“Okay, okay,” I shouted. I looked back to notice Emerson lean over and say something to Travis. He frowned. I shook my head and followed Sarah out onto the floor as she tugged me along. She pulled me right into the middle of the semi-empty dance floor.
Not many people where dancing, but Sarah didn’t seem to care as she turned around and hollered out “WOOO”. I laughed as I slowly began dancing to the beat.
It felt strange but good to move to the music. My body was calm and all my stress was fleeing my body in a wave. It felt good to just let go and relax for once in the last . . . well, since I married Charles. He had always been deployed, and I never could relax. Not knowing if he was in danger made it impossible. Before him, I never could relax either, because I was usually the one in danger. I think that’s why it took so many years to get pregnant. I was told stress wasn’t conducive for conceiving. Thank God I finally did get pregnant, because the biggest blessing was that I still had a mini girl version of Charles running around.
Sarah and I ended up dancing to a few songs. Sarah danced with a couple of different guys as they began to slowly trickle onto the dance floor. Sarah would twirl around and block guys from me because I got a little panicked when the first guy tried to dance with me. I saw her take in my face and react quickly. After the first one, she continued to maneuver them away from me, sometimes leaving her dance partner. She was crazy, loud and definitely wild, but she was loyal to a fault. I was starting to see that was who she truly was, loyal. Maybe crazy, loud and wild were fronts for a more quiet, pure and loyal girl. Maybe they were a distraction. I saw it in her eyes more than once. Maybe it was an observation of myself more than of her. Didn’t we all hide things? Didn’t we all have secrets? The Lord knew I did. Ones I didn’t want to think about.
After what seemed like forever, we emerged from the dance floor hot and thirsty. Although I’m sure water would be the best option, we ended up in front of the bar. Sarah turned to me “Hey, can you get Em, you and me a drink? Meet you there? I’ve got to pee.” I nodded my head. She skipped off and I walked up to the bar, clueless on bar etiquette.
Chapter Seven
Megan
I stood waiting for the bartender to notice me and got a little distracted by the dancing fire behind the bar. I shifted my weight from one foot to the other and told myself to concentrate on my task. These wedges were cute, but they were killing my feet. As I put my left foot down to switch off feet, it slipped on something slick on the floor. A pineapple? My death would come from something as simple as a pineapple. Then again, my drunk mind had me feeling a little more dramatic than normal. I was sure I was going to fall on my face, but something strong and warm caught my arm.
A sharp and wild sensation pulsed from my arm up to my heart. I looked up to big, brown eyes looking down at me. I was a little taller for a girl, 5 feet 7 inches, and Charles was 6 feet 2. He’d
Sarah shot up out of her seat as a country song I hadn’t ever heard began playing. She grabbed my hand and pulled me to my feet. “Whoa.” I shouted out as I adjusted my drunk feet underneath me. Travis looked like he was going to jump up to catch me but then slid back further into his seat.
Sarah looked at Emerson. “This is my JAM, and we are going to go dance!”
I laughed. “Umm yeah, okay. Come on, Em,” I shouted.
Emerson slid closer to Cal and shook her head. “No. No, that’s okay, go on without me.”
I sighed. “You sure?”
Sarah tapped her foot. “HELLO, the song is going to end!”
“Okay, okay,” I shouted. I looked back to notice Emerson lean over and say something to Travis. He frowned. I shook my head and followed Sarah out onto the floor as she tugged me along. She pulled me right into the middle of the semi-empty dance floor.
Not many people where dancing, but Sarah didn’t seem to care as she turned around and hollered out “WOOO”. I laughed as I slowly began dancing to the beat.
It felt strange but good to move to the music. My body was calm and all my stress was fleeing my body in a wave. It felt good to just let go and relax for once in the last . . . well, since I married Charles. He had always been deployed, and I never could relax. Not knowing if he was in danger made it impossible. Before him, I never could relax either, because I was usually the one in danger. I think that’s why it took so many years to get pregnant. I was told stress wasn’t conducive for conceiving. Thank God I finally did get pregnant, because the biggest blessing was that I still had a mini girl version of Charles running around.
Sarah and I ended up dancing to a few songs. Sarah danced with a couple of different guys as they began to slowly trickle onto the dance floor. Sarah would twirl around and block guys from me because I got a little panicked when the first guy tried to dance with me. I saw her take in my face and react quickly. After the first one, she continued to maneuver them away from me, sometimes leaving her dance partner. She was crazy, loud and definitely wild, but she was loyal to a fault. I was starting to see that was who she truly was, loyal. Maybe crazy, loud and wild were fronts for a more quiet, pure and loyal girl. Maybe they were a distraction. I saw it in her eyes more than once. Maybe it was an observation of myself more than of her. Didn’t we all hide things? Didn’t we all have secrets? The Lord knew I did. Ones I didn’t want to think about.
After what seemed like forever, we emerged from the dance floor hot and thirsty. Although I’m sure water would be the best option, we ended up in front of the bar. Sarah turned to me “Hey, can you get Em, you and me a drink? Meet you there? I’ve got to pee.” I nodded my head. She skipped off and I walked up to the bar, clueless on bar etiquette.
Chapter Seven
Megan
I stood waiting for the bartender to notice me and got a little distracted by the dancing fire behind the bar. I shifted my weight from one foot to the other and told myself to concentrate on my task. These wedges were cute, but they were killing my feet. As I put my left foot down to switch off feet, it slipped on something slick on the floor. A pineapple? My death would come from something as simple as a pineapple. Then again, my drunk mind had me feeling a little more dramatic than normal. I was sure I was going to fall on my face, but something strong and warm caught my arm.
A sharp and wild sensation pulsed from my arm up to my heart. I looked up to big, brown eyes looking down at me. I was a little taller for a girl, 5 feet 7 inches, and Charles was 6 feet 2. He’d
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