I had a long weekend planned with Caleb. Well, Friday afternoon to Sunday morning. We were going to marathon horror movies and eat take-out Chinese food and not leave his wing, enjoying the rare rain and a bit of a break before the fall routine sets in. Today is the first day of fall and there is lots to do on the horizon.
And then my period started. That stupid thing I haven't had to deal with in over four months returned triumphantly like a toxic aunt from an overseas sojourn. I was stunned, frankly. I thought it was done forever. And now I'm back to square one and enjoying an endless hot flash. I've sweat through three outfits already and my whole week is off the rails now.
Let's reschedule. I found Caleb on the porch. I put my hands over his forehead and leaned way over his shoulder and he pulled me right off my feet and into his lap. I might have kicked him good in one ear in the process but if I did he didn't notice.
Why, Neamhchiontach? Loch having second thoughts?
I tell him what's happened and he looks concerned.
Been a while.
Yes.
Interesting how it comes back the minute we are together again.
Oh, you're right. Weird.
No, evil, remember? He smiles. Amused but not deterred.
So maybe next weekend instead? Since this throws a huge wrench into our plans?
Who said that? It's fine. We're still on.
Then the wicked smile plays across his face and the reasons why I run from him flickered across my memories, reflected in his medium blues.
It might even make things more fun.