The Day Sara Lost Everything: Chapter 14

Sara immediately started rifling through boxes and bags of purchases.

“Ok. First the clothes,” said Sara.

She held up each item and in turn Anthony oo-ed and ah-ed appropriately. After the mountainous pile of clothing, she moved on to night clothes. There was an assortment of negligees, pajama pants, pajama shorts, and shirts. Next came the make-up. There was eyeliner, lipstick, blush, cover-up, mascara, perfume, and everything else you could possibly imagine. Then she began to pull out pictures of the furniture and the paint samples for her room.

“I want the room to be a pale sunny yellow. All the furniture is a light wood,” said Sara as she showed him the samples and pictures. Then she pulled out the 400 dollar bed-in-a-bag from Macy’s. It was a pale yellow, like the paint, and was filled with feathers. It was thick enough to keep her warm without smothering her. The sheets were a white with a slight yellow tint, and made of the softest cotton imaginable, they of course came with matching pillow cases. Next came the throw pillows there were 5. Two long yellow body pillows and 3 square bright yellow to accent the bed.

“Wonderful! It seems like you’ve gotten everything you need. We’ll have the room painted tomorrow and then have the maids put the furniture together the day after.”

“Um…actually Anthony, I was hoping that perhaps you and I could paint the room, you know…together?”

Sara had a misty look in her eyes. He hadn’t realized she wanted to use it as a bonding experience. How could he have been so stupid?

“Sara, baby, of course we can! I tell you what, after dinner we’ll go upstairs, move the furniture out, and cover the floor in painter’s cloths. Then first thing in the morning, after breakfast of course, we can start painting.”

“Ok!”

She couldn’t have been more enthused if he told her that she had one the lottery. All of a sudden, the smell of fried chicken reached Sara’s nose and made her stomach rumble.

Anthony chuckled and led her towards the kitchen. The island was once again set with one of Sara’s favorite meals, fried chicken, mashed potatoes, and green beans. She dug in immediately and finished way before he did, just to have two massive chocolate chunk brownies sat down beside her with a large glass of milk and generous serving of vanilla bean ice cream.

“Oh my goodness, how do you keep guessing my favorite things,” asked Sara through a mouthful of food.

Anthony laughed, “I don’t know. I guess it’s just a talent.”

Sara finished her food and got up from the table without so much as a word to Anthony. He followed her to the parlor where she had already turned on Hannah Montana, and let out a loud belch.

He smiled and said, “Making yourself at home I see.”

Sara blushed and immediately flopped over onto her stomach, face red with embarrassment.

“Sweetie, you have nothing to be embarrassed about. Oh, and don’t worry about moving the furniture I already had them take care of it.”

“Would it, would it be ok if I slept in your room tonight,” asked Sara as she rolled over on her side, Anthony sitting beside her.

“Of course, but why do you ask?”

“I just don’t want to be alone tonight.”

“Not a problem. But do you mind if we head up now, I’m getting really tired.”

“Sure.”

They walked up the stairs holding hands, jokingly shoving each other, until Anthony finally pushed Sara against the wall at the top step. He was leaning in to kiss her when Betty came up the stairs.

“Sir, I just wanted to finalize the menu for your birthday dinner.”

Anthony sighed and moved away from the warm body beneath his. He took the menu in his hand, looked it over, nodded, and gave it back.

“That will be great Betty, thank you.”

----------------------------------------------------Later in Bed---------------------------------------------------------------

“So what’s this I hear about a birthday party?”

“Ugh, its nothing really. Just something Betty throws me every year. I’d really like it if you would come. Its mainly just people who used to work for me back before I sold my father’s business. But you’ll certainly make it much more enjoyable.”

“Of course, I’d love to.”

“Thanks sweetie. I love you,” said Anthony as he reached over gave her a quick peck on the lips and pulled back.

“That’s the first time you’ve kissed me.”

“Then I guess I better make it count.”

He moved closer to her, held her face in his hand and kissed her. It was gentle at first, him running his tongue over her bottom lip so she would open her mouth. Then, the kiss became more urgent, a dancing of the tongues a merging of the soul. His hand found the hem of her shirt and she felt the cool pads of his fingers against her stomach. She panicked, broke the kissed, shoved him away and turned out the light. Then she rolled over, as far away from his side of the bed as possible, and pretended to sleep until he gave up. Anthony finally relented and laid down, one hand on her shoulder, as he fell asleep.