Page 87 of The Other Guy

JACK

Me: How was your day?

Sierra: I ran errands with Uncle Kyle.

Me: So to anyone else they’d say they had a sucky day but that’s basically your perfect day.

Sierra: You know me well.

Me: I’m a quick learner.

Sierra: That you are. How was your day?

Me: Good. Went to work for a while. Made myself some fettuccine Alfredo.

Sierra: Gasp! You made pasta and a heavy cream sauce?

Me: Ha ha. Ha. Very funny.

Sierra: ***flips hair*** I thought so. For real, though, I’m proud of you. Stepping outside the box on your meals and everything.

Me: Yeah well, I’ve had some little brat around me causing all sorts of bad influences.

Sierra: Sounds like an awesome person. You should keep him or her around.

Me: I agree.

Sierra: Saturday?

Me: Saturday.

I try to think of the last date I’ve been on and can’t remember. That’s a little sad to admit even if it’s just to myself. It’s not that I’ve been actively avoiding dating, but I’m not a one and done kind of guy and I haven’t met any women that interested me enough to pursue.

Of course, that all changed the minute I met Sierra.

I know she’s scared and I understand why. I also know we have a long road ahead of us but something tells me it’ll be worth it. She’ll be worth it.

The wait.

The patience.

The end result.

I look at my dad and see how willing he was to wait until my mom was ready for them to become more than friends and see how much better their relationship is because of his patience.

Jeff must be a complete moron if he let Sierra go. How could he not see what a catch she is? Or maybe she wasn’t her true self with him.

I call my cousin Grady, hoping that maybe he can meet up for supper. It’s Friday night and I haven’t seen him in a while. His wife Bri is pregnant with their third baby, though, so it’s likely he’ll want to stay home with her and the other kids.

He answers on the third ring. “Jack. What’s up, man?”

“Not much. How’s it going over there?”

I press my phone between my cheek and shoulder as I throw the clothes into the dryer from the washer.

“Good. Good. Bri’s feeling better now that we’re in the second trimester.”

“And how are the boys? Handling mama being pregnant okay?”

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