Post by Anabelle Grace Bryan on Sept 4, 2013 11:04:04 GMT -5
Anabelle looked at the time on the coffee pot. 4:07 am. Luke would be coming down soon, wanting to get out before the sun comes up so he could get the best advantage point out hunting for geese with Willie. She turned her head over her shoulder, hearing Willie’s truck coming down the long stretch of their driveway. Anabelle sat up, pushing herself away from the counter. Luke must have heard it too because she could hear him coming down the stairs at a slow pace – probably trying to do his best not to wake Wes up. Not that it really mattered, as soon as Wes woke up and realized that Luke was gone to go hunting with Willie, he was going to sit firmly at the window and wait for them anyways. “ Hey sugar,” Anabelle said quietly. As happy as she was to see Luke, and happy for him that he got to go out hunting, she still felt like she was running on empty and was flat out exhausted. Anabelle stood on her toes, giving him a quick kiss before she held up the coffee tumbler for him. “ I made y’all some breakfast sandwiches and fried up some sausage,” she said, holding the brown bag out to him. “I snuck you in an extra one, so don’t tell Willie,” she said, offering him a small smile. Anabelle watched him after he walked out, the tail lights distancing themselves in the darkness before she turned back to the kitchen to get everything cleaned up. There was no sense in getting breakfast ready for Wes right now. He’d be asleep for a few more hours, and would most likely want to sit and watch cartoons while chowing down on some biscuits and gravy. Anabelle went upstairs, taking a quick shower and curling her hair before pulling on a pair of jeans and one of Luke’s flannel shirts. After grabbing herself a cup of coffee, she took both the newspaper and a couple of magazines she had picked up at the grocery store before settling herself on the front porch in the rocking chair. One of the first articles she flipped to in the magazine was talking about Blake’s upcoming performances on tour, when she noticed a picture of hers next to Blake. Anabelle narrowed her eyebrows as she looked down at the article, talking about how they had the ‘best legs in Country music’ and were voting to see who had the best between them. Anabelle shook her head, picking her phone up to take a picture of the article to send it to Hunter, sending a text along with it ‘ they haven’t even tried our cooking’.
The moment she heard the creak of the front door, Anabelle set up, dropping her boots from the front porch railing to the floor as she turned to see Wes standing at the door with his pajamas on and his blanket in one hand, rubbing at his eyes sleepily. “ Hey pumpkin, let’s get some breakfast made.” she said, picking up her coffee cup and heading inside, leaving the newspaper and magazine on the porch. Anabelle turned the tv on, making sure Wes was comfortable on the couch with his blanket and some juice before making her way into the kitchen to make some biscuits and gravy for him. Anabelle st everything out, making sure she had the right Bob the Builder fork to match the plate before she brought it out to him, running her hand to smooth over his hair as she leaned down and kissed his forehead. Trying to keep him occupied for the rest of the day was going to be a challenge. He would get antsy when noon rolled around, knowing that Luke would be in during the early afternoon. But suddenly she had an idea. Anabelle narrowed her eyes in thought before smiling to herself slowly. She could let her hair down. She could let loose. “ Hey baby, why don’t you see if Brody next door wants to go down to the creek? I bet his daddy will take both of you. You can try to catch some critters to show Luke when he gets home. He’d be mighty proud of you.. and then he can show you the geese he gets. How’s that sound?” she said with a smile as she kneeled down by the couch. He seemed to mull it over for a bit, chewing on the biscuit. “ You’ll come get me when Luke gets home?”. Anabelle bit the inside of her lip. Well.. not right when he got home. “ Baby, as soon as he gets cleaned up I will be out the door to come get you, so you two can skin some birds together,” she said. Well, that was true. She just needed him before he got cleaned up.
After dropping Wes off, Anabelle ran into town. Lingerie stores were not something she typically found herself at. But under quite the embarrassment she had asked Mackenzie where the best place to go was. And seeing as how she was this embarrassed – it wasn’t a surprise that she was sneaking in through the back door of the shop so that no one would photograph her going in. How humiliated she would be if paparazzi saw her going there.. and what would her mama and daddy think? Or Hunter?! Lord knows her pastor wouldn’t approve. But Luke deserved for her to try and branch out every now and then, didn’t he? Anabelle widened her eyes as she looked around at some of the selections. Maybe she had gotten herself in over her head. One thing she knew – she couldn’t pull off the ‘bad ass’ sexy look. No, light colors and lace were definitely her option. Bad ass? No. Girly and feminine.. that seemed more appropriate. Plus if she felt more comfortable in it, maybe that would be more attractive. “ Do you need assistance, Mrs.Bryan?” one of the girls said. Anabelle looked up, feeling the blush rise to her cheeks. “ Heavens to betsy it’s just….” she said, reaching her hand up to scratch the side of her neck nervously. “ I’ve never bought anything like this… FOR anyone…before..I don’t… I don’t know what I’m..” she said, taking in a deep breath and placing on a smile. “ We can help you, Mrs. Bryan,” she said kindly before bringing Anabelle over to a different selection of items.
A couple hours later Anabelle was standing in the doorframe of her and Luke’s bedroom, arms crossed, staring at the black bag with the pearl stuffing coming out of it. She’d set it there and avoided it, making Luke and Wes a quick lunch that she could heat up after she picked up Wes, and set it in the fridge. She’d gone through and paid a lot of their bills, trying her best to balance the checkbook.. but that more Luke’s field. Some girls had stopped by selling some cookies. So they had about twenty-five boxes sitting on the table. Well.. twenty-two. She was able to convince the mailman to take three when he stopped by. But here she was. Luke was going to be home soon, and she was dead-eyeing the bag laying on their bed. What if he thought she was too crazy. He probably wasn’t into naughty girls. Cause that’s what this was. It was all shades of naughty. “ Toughen up, Bryan” she said to herself before squaring her shoulders and walking over to the bag. But once she took out the stuffing and saw the light pink lacy material she dropped it back on the bed. “ Nope. No, sir,” she muttered to herself before going to make her way to the shower. Anabelle stood underneath the hot water, her skin pink from how raw she had scrubbed it with her louffa. He was going to think she had lost her mind. Maybe she had. It’s just Luke had so much on his plate lately, with his sister, and slowly working on new music, and adjusting to the Wes situation, and trying to make Wes feel as loved as possible. And he had this new wife.. Anabelle stepped out of the shower, her skin still damp as she glared at the fabric on the bed again. She was not going to be defeated by lace. Instead she held her breath, nervously placing all of it on before going back into the bathroom and started to blow dry her hair. She placed on a light amount of make –up, not wanting it to be overwhelming, and took the large curling iron to her hair so that it had more body than it did curl. “ Well you look ridiculous,” she muttered to herself, doing a slight turn to each side in the mirror. Anabelle wiggled her lips to the side, dropping her mascara down before going to Luke’s side of the closet and took out a fresh flannel shirt of his. She pulled it on quickly, looking down. She alternated between buttoning it and unbuttoning it, pacing the room before she decided to leave it unbuttoned. But her heart stopped the moment the front door opened. Not one set of footsteps, two. Willie. Dangit, she forgot about Willie. “….Baby?! “ she called out, placing her hand on the doorframe and sticking her head out of the bedroom to yell down the hallway. “ Willie, I’m so sorry. Wes is awfully sick. You gotta get goin’, I don’t want you catching what he’s got….” she said, cringing slightly as she waited to hear his response. Two lies in one day. Felt like a knife was twisting in her heart. “ Oh but I think we’ll cook up some of y’alls gatherings tonight if you want to come back over for supper,” she said, waiting until he agreed and she could hear him heading back to his truck. Anabelle gave a slight sigh of relief. She bit the edge of her lip, wondering if Luke was going to come upstairs right away. But she could hear him setting stuff on the table downstairs. Probably getting rid of all of his gear. Anabelle looked back down at her body, still struggling between whether or not it should be buttoned or unbuttoned. She rolled her eyes, settling with leaving it unbuttoned before she came to the front of the staircase. She could feel her heart pounding in her neck, staring down at the stairs and shakily brought her hand up to the railing. With one last deep breath in, she stepped down as slowly as possible onto the stairs, one at a time until she was halfway down . ”…..Baby, Wes isn’t sick. He’s at the neighbors,” she said, smiling nervously before she brought her hand up to tuck some of her hair behind her ear.
The moment she heard the creak of the front door, Anabelle set up, dropping her boots from the front porch railing to the floor as she turned to see Wes standing at the door with his pajamas on and his blanket in one hand, rubbing at his eyes sleepily. “ Hey pumpkin, let’s get some breakfast made.” she said, picking up her coffee cup and heading inside, leaving the newspaper and magazine on the porch. Anabelle turned the tv on, making sure Wes was comfortable on the couch with his blanket and some juice before making her way into the kitchen to make some biscuits and gravy for him. Anabelle st everything out, making sure she had the right Bob the Builder fork to match the plate before she brought it out to him, running her hand to smooth over his hair as she leaned down and kissed his forehead. Trying to keep him occupied for the rest of the day was going to be a challenge. He would get antsy when noon rolled around, knowing that Luke would be in during the early afternoon. But suddenly she had an idea. Anabelle narrowed her eyes in thought before smiling to herself slowly. She could let her hair down. She could let loose. “ Hey baby, why don’t you see if Brody next door wants to go down to the creek? I bet his daddy will take both of you. You can try to catch some critters to show Luke when he gets home. He’d be mighty proud of you.. and then he can show you the geese he gets. How’s that sound?” she said with a smile as she kneeled down by the couch. He seemed to mull it over for a bit, chewing on the biscuit. “ You’ll come get me when Luke gets home?”. Anabelle bit the inside of her lip. Well.. not right when he got home. “ Baby, as soon as he gets cleaned up I will be out the door to come get you, so you two can skin some birds together,” she said. Well, that was true. She just needed him before he got cleaned up.
After dropping Wes off, Anabelle ran into town. Lingerie stores were not something she typically found herself at. But under quite the embarrassment she had asked Mackenzie where the best place to go was. And seeing as how she was this embarrassed – it wasn’t a surprise that she was sneaking in through the back door of the shop so that no one would photograph her going in. How humiliated she would be if paparazzi saw her going there.. and what would her mama and daddy think? Or Hunter?! Lord knows her pastor wouldn’t approve. But Luke deserved for her to try and branch out every now and then, didn’t he? Anabelle widened her eyes as she looked around at some of the selections. Maybe she had gotten herself in over her head. One thing she knew – she couldn’t pull off the ‘bad ass’ sexy look. No, light colors and lace were definitely her option. Bad ass? No. Girly and feminine.. that seemed more appropriate. Plus if she felt more comfortable in it, maybe that would be more attractive. “ Do you need assistance, Mrs.Bryan?” one of the girls said. Anabelle looked up, feeling the blush rise to her cheeks. “ Heavens to betsy it’s just….” she said, reaching her hand up to scratch the side of her neck nervously. “ I’ve never bought anything like this… FOR anyone…before..I don’t… I don’t know what I’m..” she said, taking in a deep breath and placing on a smile. “ We can help you, Mrs. Bryan,” she said kindly before bringing Anabelle over to a different selection of items.
A couple hours later Anabelle was standing in the doorframe of her and Luke’s bedroom, arms crossed, staring at the black bag with the pearl stuffing coming out of it. She’d set it there and avoided it, making Luke and Wes a quick lunch that she could heat up after she picked up Wes, and set it in the fridge. She’d gone through and paid a lot of their bills, trying her best to balance the checkbook.. but that more Luke’s field. Some girls had stopped by selling some cookies. So they had about twenty-five boxes sitting on the table. Well.. twenty-two. She was able to convince the mailman to take three when he stopped by. But here she was. Luke was going to be home soon, and she was dead-eyeing the bag laying on their bed. What if he thought she was too crazy. He probably wasn’t into naughty girls. Cause that’s what this was. It was all shades of naughty. “ Toughen up, Bryan” she said to herself before squaring her shoulders and walking over to the bag. But once she took out the stuffing and saw the light pink lacy material she dropped it back on the bed. “ Nope. No, sir,” she muttered to herself before going to make her way to the shower. Anabelle stood underneath the hot water, her skin pink from how raw she had scrubbed it with her louffa. He was going to think she had lost her mind. Maybe she had. It’s just Luke had so much on his plate lately, with his sister, and slowly working on new music, and adjusting to the Wes situation, and trying to make Wes feel as loved as possible. And he had this new wife.. Anabelle stepped out of the shower, her skin still damp as she glared at the fabric on the bed again. She was not going to be defeated by lace. Instead she held her breath, nervously placing all of it on before going back into the bathroom and started to blow dry her hair. She placed on a light amount of make –up, not wanting it to be overwhelming, and took the large curling iron to her hair so that it had more body than it did curl. “ Well you look ridiculous,” she muttered to herself, doing a slight turn to each side in the mirror. Anabelle wiggled her lips to the side, dropping her mascara down before going to Luke’s side of the closet and took out a fresh flannel shirt of his. She pulled it on quickly, looking down. She alternated between buttoning it and unbuttoning it, pacing the room before she decided to leave it unbuttoned. But her heart stopped the moment the front door opened. Not one set of footsteps, two. Willie. Dangit, she forgot about Willie. “….Baby?! “ she called out, placing her hand on the doorframe and sticking her head out of the bedroom to yell down the hallway. “ Willie, I’m so sorry. Wes is awfully sick. You gotta get goin’, I don’t want you catching what he’s got….” she said, cringing slightly as she waited to hear his response. Two lies in one day. Felt like a knife was twisting in her heart. “ Oh but I think we’ll cook up some of y’alls gatherings tonight if you want to come back over for supper,” she said, waiting until he agreed and she could hear him heading back to his truck. Anabelle gave a slight sigh of relief. She bit the edge of her lip, wondering if Luke was going to come upstairs right away. But she could hear him setting stuff on the table downstairs. Probably getting rid of all of his gear. Anabelle looked back down at her body, still struggling between whether or not it should be buttoned or unbuttoned. She rolled her eyes, settling with leaving it unbuttoned before she came to the front of the staircase. She could feel her heart pounding in her neck, staring down at the stairs and shakily brought her hand up to the railing. With one last deep breath in, she stepped down as slowly as possible onto the stairs, one at a time until she was halfway down . ”…..Baby, Wes isn’t sick. He’s at the neighbors,” she said, smiling nervously before she brought her hand up to tuck some of her hair behind her ear.
