Going out

We had our take-out dinner and then got changed. We were gonna meet David and Lindsy later. I didn't really have any makeup yet, so I spent an eternity playing around with my hair. Then getting out into one of the fabulous and rather expensive dresses we had bought earlier. I could tell Charlie was nervous. "What's the matter?" I asked. "What? No nothing." He was avoiding the question. "You look so nervous." "Well, yeah. I mean, it's the first time we go out as a couple. And the guys can get a little crazy." "What? are you worried they will scare me away?", I asked walking right up to him. "What, no? I mean maybe. I..." "OR are you worried about what I might say? What I might tell them about how we got together?" The panic in his eyes told me all I needed to know. He was worried. "Relax," I said. "I won't say or do anything that could drive us apart." I placed his hand on my stomach. "I don't want this little guy or gal to not have a daddy now would I?" He smiled. "Even though he is a dirty pervert," I added and smiled back at him.

We got a cab downtown, and meet up with David and Lindsy at a club. It was one of those swanky upscale places, with a dress code. Inside we found a booth far enough away from the music so we could chat. There were even waiters here taking drink orders at the tables. Charlie seems to be a regular because the waiter greeted him with a "Good to see you again Mister Miller." We ordered a round of drinks(virgin for me of course) and settled down. I talked a little with Lindsy. She was a year younger than us and had been together with David for nearly six months. I made up a story about leaving Florida where my deadbeat mother lived with her deadbeat husband, and how I had ended up here.

Drinks were served, and I saw the look in Lindsy's eyes when the waiter asked who wanted the virgin one. "So, Samantha where do you live now?" she asked. "Oh, I live with Charlie." David nearly choked on his drink. "What? You two are living together.?" he asked, a look of amazed confusion on his face. "Yeah, Why shouldn't we," Charlie said. Clearly a little offended and embarrassed about his friend's reaction. "No, nothing. I just didn't expect it," David answered. "Well, we are... she's just too good to let go," Charlie said, taking my hand and intertwining his finger in mine. The butterflies were back. There was something strangely comforting and attractive whenever he spoke about us like that. "Yeah, sometimes I think he might lock me up so I can't escape," I commented. I felt his palms get clammy. David and Lindsy laughed.

A few drinks later, I was actually getting along with Lindsy reasonably well. I think she thought I was a bit of a gold digger, and with the semi-fake story I had made up I couldn't really blame her. Beautiful girl from shit home, with shit life, moves away and ends up in small town dating rich factory heir. If she only knew... "So, you religious or something?", she asked with another round of drinks hitting the table. "What?" I asked, confused about why she was asking me this. "You're not drinking," she indicated my third virgin mojito. "Oh... no. I'm pregnant," I answered. This time both David and Charlie actually did **** on their drinks.