Last night, at home
I drove us home last night. Liz was still in too emotional of a state to do it, which is understandable. We had a bit of a spat, and now I feel horrible about it because it seems so stupid now. But we made up, sharing a cigarette and talked it out. Then she realized that she missed her period, and we aren't sure but there was a good chance that she could be pregnant with my child. So we stopped smoking, held each other, and then left.
The party was great. I had a great time, mostly.... apart from getting into that argument with Liz. But if I'm going to spend the rest of my life with her, I suppose I better get used to it, because I have a feeling that that wasn't the last argument we'll ever have. Which is nice, for a change. I rarely argued with Kate when I was with her. I heard that arguments are supposed to be good for relationships, makes them stronger. But I don't know what that proves, really, except for the fact that I'll have to look forward to more of those in the future for us. In a way, it's kind of refreshing, because it feels... I dunno, really. Like it's more liberating. Like I don't have to worry too much about tiptoeing around her.
So, we got home. I made us a pot to tea (which is a habit of mine, thanks to my mum), and then we held each other on the loveseat, talking about what would happen if she was pregnant (and I kept a hand on her tummy, rubbing it or just generally holding her there, as I kissed her). I told her that I'd go get her another tester from the drug store, and that I promised her that if she was pregnant, then we will be packing everything this weekend and get ready to move into the new flat next to David and Billie sooner than planned. I'm sure the landlord won't mind. We won't be able to stay there until my lease for this place is up, but at least most of our things would be there. And then Liz will be getting all her things from her old place and adding them to mine, and then I'll make up the spare bedroom for the baby, get all the things he or she will need (I'm sure that it's a boy), and I'll do whatever it takes to make her feel comfortable. If we have the baby before we're married, oh well. That's just the way the world works sometimes.
We didn't have sex last night, we just talked and held each other. It was actually rather brilliant, I think. We really need to do that more often.
The party was great. I had a great time, mostly.... apart from getting into that argument with Liz. But if I'm going to spend the rest of my life with her, I suppose I better get used to it, because I have a feeling that that wasn't the last argument we'll ever have. Which is nice, for a change. I rarely argued with Kate when I was with her. I heard that arguments are supposed to be good for relationships, makes them stronger. But I don't know what that proves, really, except for the fact that I'll have to look forward to more of those in the future for us. In a way, it's kind of refreshing, because it feels... I dunno, really. Like it's more liberating. Like I don't have to worry too much about tiptoeing around her.
So, we got home. I made us a pot to tea (which is a habit of mine, thanks to my mum), and then we held each other on the loveseat, talking about what would happen if she was pregnant (and I kept a hand on her tummy, rubbing it or just generally holding her there, as I kissed her). I told her that I'd go get her another tester from the drug store, and that I promised her that if she was pregnant, then we will be packing everything this weekend and get ready to move into the new flat next to David and Billie sooner than planned. I'm sure the landlord won't mind. We won't be able to stay there until my lease for this place is up, but at least most of our things would be there. And then Liz will be getting all her things from her old place and adding them to mine, and then I'll make up the spare bedroom for the baby, get all the things he or she will need (I'm sure that it's a boy), and I'll do whatever it takes to make her feel comfortable. If we have the baby before we're married, oh well. That's just the way the world works sometimes.
We didn't have sex last night, we just talked and held each other. It was actually rather brilliant, I think. We really need to do that more often.