Part 51
Chelsea stood in front of the mirror staring at herself. “Alex, do I look okay?”
Silence.
“Alex,” she called again a little louder.
“Hmmm…..”
“Where are you?”
“Bathroom. Did you call me?”
“Yeah, I did.” She could hear the water running. “What ARE you doing?”
“Getting ready. What do you need?”
“I asked how I looked,” repeated Chelsea still looking at herself in the mirror.
AJ stepped out of the bathroom and stopped in his tracks. Chelsea was wearing a cobalt blue dress that looked like a T-shirt and it stopped mid-thigh. Her hair was still hanging loose and his mind went to earlier in the day, when they’d made love.
Chelsea saw AJ in the mirror and turned to him. “Well?”
AJ moved to her and put his hands on her waist. “You…are…ab…so…lutely GORGEOUS. We’re gonna have every photographer in the area trying to get pictures of you tonight.”
Chelsea blushed as she put her hands on his bare chest. “Nah, they’re gonna be too busy getting shots of you. You look HOT!”
“You like?”
“Uh huh!” Chelsea moved closer and gave him a kiss. “What are you going to wear?”
“I don’t know…probably my black jeans and a T-shirt.” AJ watched her as she looked down running her fingers along his chest to his stomach. “Sweetheart, why are you so nervous about dinner?”
“Oh, I don’t know. Probably because my mom who I haven’t seen in seven years is gonna be there with my ex-boyfriend who is the father of my daughter and his wife and my NEW boyfriend who I’ve only known for like a month and I’m now living with.”
AJ chuckled, “Chelsea, it’s going to be okay. Just relax. I’ve said it a hundred times in the last two days…you’re so use to being on your own and now, all of a sudden, you have an abundance of support. Just calm down and go with the flow.”
Chelsea tilted her head and looked at him. “You are so much like Monique. Thank you.”
AJ put his finger under her chin and tilted her up to him. Placing a tender kiss on her lips, he said, “You’re welcome. I’m going to go finish getting ready.”
“I need to do something with my hair and my makeup.”
Taking a few strands and wrapping them in his fingers, he asked, “Would you leave it down….for me?”
“On one condition.”
“What’s that?”
“You DO NOT wear a hat! I love your hair…even if you are losing it.”
Laughing, AJ said, “Deal. Now, come give me a hand.”
