Page 64 of Courageous Yearnings

Lance was belting out the lyrics, the cords on his neck straining as he played. His whole body physically moving toward the microphone, darting back to inhale and then again pounding out word-by-word the lyrics to ‘All My Life’ by The Foo Fighters.

It wasn’t a romance song, not by any means, but it didn’t matter. Her husband was singing directly to her, in front of everyone, serenading her so sweetly… and she was enthralled.

Before she knew it, the song was over – and everyone in the entire restaurant shot to their feet, applauding. It was so funny to see her bold singer suddenly looking shy – and she laughed. He was so uncomfortable with the attention, which was probably the only reason he wasn’t on stage at every chance he could.

No, he was doing that for her, making memories that would last a lifetime.

She would never forget that first meeting in her office, the first real look when the calendar picture was taken, nor seeing him when she woke up at the hospital. No, he was her every dream, her wish, her fantasy,… and life would never be the same – for any of them.

“That’s your amazing Daddy, my little squishy,” she whispered, tearing up, and couldn’t wait to replay this for Lance tonight. Her period was late, and she had only tested positive this morning. All day long she had been racking her brain how to tell him, but this was everything all wrapped into one precious moment.

“Dude!” Jack hollered as Lance moved to take his seat, looking at her sheepishly. “I had no idea you could play guitar.”

“Nope,” Lance replied. “I only play for Blythe, and she’s the real rockstar here tonight.”

“Now, I beg to differ…” the used car manager chuckled – and Lance interrupted him.

“Beg all you want. It changes nothing. My wife slays, and we all know it. Why do you think Jack calls her Killer. What does he call you?”

“He’s got you there,” Jack crowed in delight causing everyone around the table to laugh. He held up his drink to Lance – and Blythe nudged the other bourbon toward her husband. She wasn’t touching the stuff and knew Lance had only ordered it to irritate Duane-the-Pain.

“To amazing people and incredible moments,” Jack grinned.

“On that, I can agree,” Lance smiled, relaxing for the first time since they had arrived, and tapped his glass against her water goblet. “Amazing people and incredible moments we’ll never forget.”

“Indeed, Hero… indeed.”

That evening, Lance was smiling and talking as they got ready for bed. He came out of the bathroom with a towel slung low around his hips as she was smoothing moisturizer onto her face and neck. She really liked that they were so comfortable around each other, could be themselves, and he never teased her about anything. It was as if everything she did was deemed as amazing or incredible by him – even if it was something as simple as this.

“Dang, you are beautiful…” he grinned, coming up behind her and hugging her.

“Says the man who is barely decent – that scrap of terry cloth that is about four feet long and one breeze would…” she started and collapsed into laughter as he began playfully nuzzling her neck, pretending to bite at her like a little vampire. “Stop that, silly.”

“Why? Since when are you not wanting to fool around?”

“Since my incredible husband played his heart out on stage, I thought we could watch it again.”

“Ughhhh,” he groaned and rolled his eyes.

“Are you seriously blushing, Lance?”

“Me? Never… I just don’t want to look stupid in front of you.”

“You were amazing… and so sexy,” she teased and saw him perk up as he grinned.

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah, Hero – you really got to me,” she smiled. “I love our life, you know that?”

“I love our life, too.”

“I’m gonna brush my teeth and throw on something. I’ll be right there, and maybe we can cuddle or watch the news on the television.”

“Sure,” she smirked, realizing he was a little embarrassed about his performance – but there was no way she was missing this. “Do you want a Coke or some tea?”

“Nah, I’m good,” he brushed her off, already moving toward the bathroom.

Now was her chance!

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