[8 June, 2012; 10:23 PM]Jane
had only actually been a mother for a bit under four months, but she was already at that 'I have trouble leaving my child with someone else' phase. Granted, the baby-sitter they'd gotten was spectacular and came highly recommended. Still, though! Scott'd had to take Jane's phone away to keep her from calling every five minutes to check on Evie and the baby-sitter. That was her baby,
though, so how could she not be a little bit worried? She couldn't, that's how. Neither of them even danced! Why had they come to this dumb event, anyway?!
Then Jane saw her husband in his suit, and she remembered. Really, Scott in anything made Jane get a little giggly. When she was younger, she'd never understood what people in books meant when they'd described people as 'intoxicating,' but now... she did. Jane had actually never been drunk or even tipsy, but Scott just had that effect on her. She was in love for the first time. It had been almost two years since they'd gotten married, and he still took her breath away sometimes. It was... ridiculous, really. The crazy part, in Jane's opinion, was that he was just as in love with her as she was with him, and still was, almost two years later. She leaned up on her tip-toes (even in her ginormous heels) and kissed his cheek before excusing herself to get something to drink.
Every now and again, it was still surreal, being as 'respectable' as she was now. She had a husband and a kid and was on her way to a degree and she had a job. She was, like, a real grown-up lady now, too, which was weird
. She could do things like make-up and walk in heels! She was nothing like the angry, troubled girl she'd been before she'd gotten married and had Evie. Even so, there was always a bit of a deer-in-the-headlights feeling whenever she ran into someone who'd known her before. For example, when the firefighter's daughter who'd always shown Jane an unusual amount of kindness literally ran into her, Jane couldn't help but feel a little bit sixteen again. She was not sixteen anymore, though. She was older and more settled, and she wasn't the constant receiver of everyone's anger and everyone's aggression. "Are you okay?"
Jane said, helping the taller woman to right herself. (Everyone was taller than Jane. It was a truth universally acknowledged.) She offered a little smile. "I'm glad I'm not the only one who's still a little wobbly in these things,"
she said, gesturing to both of their shoes. Jane was actually amazed that she hadn't fallen over yet. Well... she hadn't really let go of Scott's arm since they'd gotten there, which probably helped. She was just proud of him. She wanted to show him off to everyone all the time ever. "It's, er, Maggie, right?"
Growing up in a town as small as Evergreen, it was impossible not to at least know the names of everyone around your age.