Drop Jamin off at preschool — Check.
Get Lucie to school
Get dressed — Check.
Put the turkey chili ingredients into the crock pot — Check.
Make the caramel-dipped green grapes — Check.
Make the seven-layer spider web dip — Check.
Get the spiced cider in the fridge — Check.
Get Jamin from preschool — Check.
Get to the school in time for the Halloween parade — Check.
Get a really nice picture of all three of our kids together — Check.
Go home and get Jamin down for a nap
Wrap Ben’s anniversary gift — Check.
Get girls from school — Check.
Remind Olive to text her mom to confirm I’ve picked her up — Check.
Feed kids a healthy after-school snack — Check. It really was healthy that time.
Whoa. This wasn’t on my list, I thought, as I was pulled into our bedroom by my husband an hour before he was supposed to be home from work.
“What are you doing here?” I asked.
He shrugged and gave me a sneaky grin. “I got off early. I wanted to surprise you.”
“Mission accomplished.”
He unzipped his coat, took it off, and threw it onto the hardwood floor. His t-shirt said, “This is the strangest life I’ve ever known.” He smirked.
“You do not still have that t-shirt.”
“No. I ordered it online. I thought we could recreate a moment.”
“Hmm,” I said, playing along, “I’m pretty sure that moment took place in the dark, and not at four in the afternoon.”
He pushed my t-shirt up, pulled the cup of my bra down, and slid his tongue over my nipple — just like he had that night.
I yelped in surprise. I guess he wasn’t going to waste any time.
He unbuttoned my pants next, slid his hand in my underwear, and leaned in to me so he could whisper in my ear, “This moment will be taking place in the dark. I just wanted to give you something to look forward to.”
He removed his hand, licked his finger, and smirked at me again.
“What? You can’t do that,” I said.
“I can,” he said, smiling. “I did. Happy Anniversary, baby.”
He tried to leave the room, but I grabbed his hand, pushed his body up against our bed, and dropped to my knees.
Give my husband a tiny bit of something that will have him wanting more for the rest of the night — Check. Paybacks are a bitch, Ben.
Put the leaf in the table and set seven settings for our post-trick-or-treat dinner — Check.
I heard the doorbell. They were here. Everything was ready. The kids were in their costumes. Dinner, including drinks and hors d'oeuvres, was prepared. My day off of work was well utilized.
I opened the door to greet our guests — Eliza and her boyfriend, Dan.
I took the apple pie from her hands. The bottom was still warm. I licked my lips. Some might say, and there have been jokes about it in the past, that the reason we invited Eliza over for dinner on holidays and special occasions, was because of her apple pie. I won’t confirm or deny that.
“Happy Anniversary,” Eliza said to me with a sly grin, like she knew there was something else I was waiting for tonight besides her pie. Oh gosh, that didn’t come out right at all.
“Thanks,” I said, as I handed the warm pie to Ben. “Happy Halloween!”
I’m a full-time waitress, Chapstick-addict, make-up junkie, and Justin Timberlake fan for life. I’ve been a book nerd since I was a child, and grew up with The Baby-Sitter’s Club and The Sweet Valley Twins. I'm a sucker for the boy-next-door type, and still believe in happy endings. Writing (about the boy-next-door and happy endings) is what I do when I'm avoiding other things… like cleaning.
I have a Bachelor’s Degree in Media Arts, and once had big dreams of being a Hollywood screenwriter. But then I met a boy and got distracted. A few years later, we met another boy, this one even cuter. The three of us are now living (happily ever after!) in the Detroit area. And our house is kind of a mess.
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Spandex is for Superheroes
by Ruth Clampett
Beware the horror of your Halloween costume not fitting!
Copyright © Ruth Clampett 2014, All rights reserved.
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Chapter One
“So Brooke, I have an idea,” Nathan says as he pulls a coffee mug out of the cupboard.
One thing I adore about my boyfriend is that he’s an animator and comic artist with a wild imagination so he always has interesting ideas. I figure this one really must be a doozy if he’s avoiding looking me in the eye.
“Uh oh, an idea?” I tease. “Is this one I need to gird my loins for?”
“Nah. No girding required. It’s an awesome idea…I bet you’re going to love it!”
Still no eye contact…I’m not hedging my bets. “Okay. Hit me with it.”
He finally turns toward me and grins. “I thought we could throw a Halloween party this year!” His voice is unnaturally high and his cheeks color as he waits for my reaction. When I don’t respond he pushes his glasses further up his nose and clears his throat. “Nothing extravagant…just a few of our friends.”
Nothing extravagant? Who’s he kidding? Nathan never does things half way. I know a big party would be a major undertaking and I can’t imagine how we’d fit it into our insane schedule.
“What are you thinking? What about your deadlines? You’re working seven days a week right now as it is.”