New Year's Eve part 14
"Domhildr?"
"Mh?"
"Can you answer the phone please?"
We are at home. My place. I'm dressed in a fashion most of my colleagues would describe as pervert. I am incredibly scared of being seen right now.
Except from her.
She helped me put the makeup on.
We chose the skirt together.
The shirt is just enough ambiguous.
The tights are opaque. I cannot see the hair.
She's making me sing and hum.
And cook with her.
What is she transforming me into?
Dear God, I fear I have strayed from your path and I don't think I want to go back.
Because it feels great being like this.
Strong. Yet beautiful.
Smiling. Yet honest.
It's a whole new lot of sensations.
It feels okay.
But right now I am trying to fry some potatoes without sullying myself, and I am not doing a great job. All the while Domgildr is resting comfortably on my couch.
It's not the first time she's been at my place.
So when I hear the phone ring I think it's some kind of person who wants to sell me something.
"On it!" she says.
I like when she come here as she is.
I like being elegant while she is a bit of a hobo.
Opposite aesthstics, she would say.
I just thinks she's neat however she is. And she's even cuter when she smiles. And she smiles a lot more while being a hobo.
All fixated on contemplating her, the distinct sound of the oil jumping out of the pan. Meaning I need to focus a bit more on the tak at hand.
She takes the phone.
"Hello! Domhildr and Co, how may I help you?"
Her smile is brigther than the sun.
Nothing on the other side. I look at her for a second. She seems to wait for an answer. And then.
"Hello...? Can I talk to Sigismund please?"
Mother.
Domhildr looks at me in shock. I try to articulate silently "it's my mother", to no avail.
Why did she call?
What is happening?
In despair I let my cooking resume and take the phone from Domhildr's hand. She lets it go with ease, unlike the look she gives me.
"Hello, Mother ?"
"Sigismund, dear ! What just happened? Who was this girl? Dom... Domhildr ?"
"Sorry, Mother. It's... I've got her over. We are cooking. Together."
I am not lying. I am not lying. I am a good boy.
Boy.
"You bring girls home? Since when?"
"It's the first time."
I'm lying.
I'm lying to Mother.
But all is good. Domhildr take my hand.. Her fingers goes around mine. It feels good. Right.
"I see. Well, I wanted to call because your grandmother is visiting us next week. Surely you didn't forget."
I did forgot.
"We expect you in two days. With your fiancé. Have a great cooking session!"
....
Yeah.
It will be great. Despite you, Mother.
Domhildr looks at me with worry in her eyes.
But I'm okay. I smile.
"Guess they won't be too happy about that, mh?"
She looks at me.
Her hand still firmly in mine.
It's a tiny bubble lf happiness.
And reality won't break it.