I Heart Christmas, Part Two, Chapters 6-12 by Lindsey Kelk

Author:Lindsey Kelk [Lindsey Kelk]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: HarperCollins Publishers
Published: 2013-10-10T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER TEN

By the time I got home that evening, I was weirdly buzzed and excited about the night out. It was strange what a day of deadlines could do for a girl. And so instead of crawling into my pyjamas and my bed, I pulled on my skinniest jeans, added Alex’s most washed-out, wrecked band T-shirt and filled my hair with so much dry shampoo I looked like a troll doll. Once I had applied my blunted Bad Gal eyeliner pencil, sharpened it up and applied it again, I considered myself ready to go out in Williamsburg.

‘That’s some big hair you’ve got going on.’ Alex walked through the front door, dropping a brand new stack of packing boxes on the sofa and his door keys on the coffee table. ‘What’s up with that?’

‘Go big or go dirty,’ I explained. ‘Are you sure I can’t lure you out tonight? It’ll be fun? Probably?’

‘As much as you’re selling it …’ He stood up, his black T-shirt and blue jeans covered in dust. I was a bad housewife. ‘Last night was enough excitement for me.’

‘Me too,’ I admitted, clambering over the boxes to get a hug. He smelled sweaty and disgusting and amazing. ‘But I promised Jenny and Louisa we’d go for dinner.’

‘Can’t argue with ladies’ night,’ he said. ‘And besides, I get to play babysitter.’

‘You’re getting very good at it,’ I replied, rubbing on lip balm and checking the time. ‘Louisa is just putting Grace down. We won’t be late, I swear.’

‘No worries,’ he said, slipping his hand inside my back pocket and giving my bum a squeeze. Aah, romance. ‘I have so much to do. I might have been a little overoptimistic on our packing schedule.’

I looked around at all the full and half-full boxes in the living room. It was weird watching him pack up our little apartment. Even though I hadn’t lived there that long, I had managed to amass enough stuff to qualify for an intervention on Hoarders. My collection of vintage glasses, bought in bulk on eBay once a year when Mad Men came back on, were already wrapped in newspaper and carefully stacked in the kitchen. The assorted prints I’d bought at every craft fair I went to were in a pile next to our books, unframed and unhung, despite what I had said when I bought them and, most terrifyingly, there was my wardrobe. I’d told Alex to leave it to me since ‘it wouldn’t take long’ and swore that I would be able to ‘whack everything in a couple of suitcases on Saturday morning’. When I’d said it, I’d believed it but having just spent an hour poking around in there for an outfit, I wasn’t quite so sure anymore. He was going to have a fit when he saw the number of ballet flats I owned. I was almost certain they were multiplying in there … If only I could stop losing the left shoe, I wouldn’t need to keep buying new ones.

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