209/366 – The In-Laws

Day 67 of 100 Word Prompts: Lie

“Don’t just lie there,” Ian said, ripping the curtains open.

Sunlight poured through the window, illuminating the room behind him. Lianne’s quite snoring continued without even a twitch as he walked over and sat on the side of the bed.

“Hey there, pretty lady. It’s time to wake up,” Ian said, touching her cheek gently as he brushed her hair behind her ear.

Though the light hadn’t disturbed Lianne, the gentle touch of Ian’s hand had stirred her from her slumber, and her mouth curled up into a smile as she grabbed his hand and held it against her cheek.

“Good morning, honey,” Ian whispered, “It’s time to get up. You don’t want to be late.”

Lianne’s eyes flickered open as she struggled to focus on his face.

“What time is it?” she asked.

“Nearly eight,” Ian replied.

Lianne’s expression changed from the patient love she nearly always had first thing in the morning to something full of panic as she violently kicked the covers off.

“Why’d you let me sleep in so late?” she asked, jumping up from the bed.

“I tried to wake you up and hour ago,” Ian said, shaking his head with a chuckle. “I assumed you needed the sleep.”

“You could have tried harder,” Lianne scolded as she vanished into the bathroom. “I don’t like sleeping in this late!”

“I know, honey,” Ian replied with a chuckle, “but it’s not like you’re running terribly behind. You don’t have to go anywhere for another two hours.”

“But now I’m going to be panicked and won’t have the time to wake up that I like,” Lianne said.

“We’re just going to see your sister,” Ian replied as he got up from the bed. “It’s not like it’s some big business meeting. I’ll drive, and you can sip your coffee in the passenger’s seat.”

“I’m sorry,” Lianne said, emerging from the bathroom as she pulled a t-shirt over her head. Her toothbrush still hanging from her mouth she continued, “but no. You and I both know that I’m the better driver, and I’m not sure I want to prove that fact with a hot cup of coffee in my hands.”

“Should I call Tiana and let her know we’re running late?” Ian asked. “Then you can-”

“No, please,” Lianne replied, opening the closet and tearing a pair of jeans from the shelf. “It’s bad enough already. She would love it if we were late as well. I’ll be fine, just give me a few minutes to get ready.”

“Okay,” Ian said, putting his hands up in surrender as he strolled for the door. “This is your day, and I don’t want to do anything to ruin it.”

“Could you go start the car?” Lianne asked.

“Already warming up,” Ian replied.

“Coffee?” Lianne said.

“Already in a thermos the way you like it, two sugars, no cream, and a few ice cubes to make it drinkable,” Ian answered, stepping out of the room into the hall.

“Breakfast?” she called after him.

“In the microwave!” Ian laughed as his footfalls on the stairs echoed back into the bedroom.

“This is a disaster,” Lianne muttered as she pulled her jeans on, buttoning them quickly before she darted into the bathroom once more to deposit her toothbrush in the holder. She took some mouthwash in her mouth and jogged down the stairs, swishing it until she reached the kitchen sink where Ian was standing with her thermos and a hot egg sandwich waiting for her.

“I’m sorry, honey. I didn’t think it would be that big of a deal,” Ian said, the corners of his mouth descending into a frown. “I thought today was going to be a bit more lackadaisical.”

“It’s going to be, once we get there,” Lianne replied, picking the sandwich off the plate and taking the thermos from his other hand. “But I told her we’d be there by lunchtime.”

“It’s only a three-hour drive, love,” Ian replied, shaking his head. “We could easily spend another hour here and still arrive on time.”

Lianne took a bite of her sandwich and gave him a stern look.

“I know,” Ian said, nodding. “That’s why I already started the car.”

Lianne swallowed and took another bite, shooing him toward the door in the universal ‘let’s go’ motion she sometimes used to get him moving when he was going too slow for her pace.

“I’m not leaving until I get a kiss,” Ian protested. “Our day always goes better when it starts with a kiss.”

Lianne swallowed as she rolled her eyes, took a sip of coffee, and pecked him on the lips. He caught her around the waist as she tried to slip by and shook his head at her, a big smile spreading across his lips.

“A real kiss,” he demanded.

“You’re so mushy!” Lianne said, gripping the sides of his head before planting a firm kiss on him. “Happy?”

“Alright, I guess we can leave now,” Ian said, feigning sadness.

Lianne slapped him playfully on the shoulder as she took the last bite of the sandwich and walked through the door to the driveway. Ian sped around her suddenly, opening the driver’s door before she could make it there.

“M’lady,” he said, raising one eyebrow, “you’re chariot.”

“Get in,” she laughed as she grabbed the door, shaking her head as he practically bounced around the car. “We’ve got to go, you silly goose.”

“Today is going to be a good day, no matter what,” Ian said as he slid into the passenger’s seat. “No crabby pants, no sad Sally’s, okay?”

“It’s going to be a good day no matter what,” Lianne repeated as she put the car in reverse and backed out of the driveway slowly.

The quiet street they lived on was nearly empty, with almost no one outside when they began their journey. Ian made a show of putting on his sunglasses as they reached the stop sign at the end and turned onto the state route, bringing a smile to Lianne’s face.

“Why do you have to be such a goober all the time?” Lianne asked a few minutes later as Ian stuck his head out the window, pretending to be a dog.

“I don’t know,” Ian shrugged, returning to a normal position in his seat. “Life is just more interesting that way, don’t you think?”

“Perhaps,” Lianne replied, shooting him a quick smile.

The trip overall was uneventful. They arrived fifteen minutes before the GPS had originally told them they would, leaving them nearly a full hour early. The house stood majestic on its perfectly maintained lawn with shaped shrubs and giant, picturesque maple in the front yard. Dark brown shutters accented the grey siding, but the front door stood in stark contrast with its sky blue paint.

Ian took the opportunity before they got out of the car to give Lianne an ‘I told you so’ look. At first, she ignored him, refusing to smile and even throwing in a shake of her head.

“Don’t say it,” Lianne said as she put the car in park.

“But I really want to,” Ian teased. “You know it’s not every day that I get to be right. Normally, it’s you-”

“Alright, you can say it this once,” Lianne said, cutting him off.

“I told you so!” Ian boomed, pointing a finger in Lianne’s face before dropping into his seat to do the nearly ceremonial victory cabbage patch dance. “See, we weren’t late, even a little!”

“Keep going, and you’re walking home,” Lianne said as pulled the door release. Her empty threat only made Ian’s smile bigger, but he did stop dancing.

With a good stretch after stepping out of the car, both Lianne and Ian walked up to the front door of her sister’s house. The door swung open before Lianne’s hand could touch it.

“Lianne!” Gabriella screeched as her feet stepped rapidly in place. “And Ian! You brought my favorite brother-in-law!”

“Hello, Gabby,” Ian said, giving her a wave.

“Gabriella, please,” she replied, breaking her smile only for a moment. “I haven’t gone by Gabby in years. It’s so great you guys could make it! I was telling Dan how much I missed you!”

Lianne’s lips were tightly pressed together in a tight smile with raised eyebrows as she watched her sister’s over-the-top greeting.

“Well, don’t just stand there, come in!” Gabriella said, grabbing Lianne’s hand and dragging her inside. As soon as she turned her back to them, she bellowed up the stairs in front of the door, “Dan, they’re here!”

“Are they already? They’re early,” Dan’s voice called from upstairs. “I’ll be down in a few minutes. I’m still getting ready.”

“Okay, Snookums!” Gabriella replied at the top of her lungs. “Come into the sitting room, please. We can wait for Dan in there.”

“They have a sitting room now?” Ian whispered into Lianne’s ear as he stepped in line beside her.

Her reply was simple and to the point, comprised of a simple elbow jab and dirty look in his direction.



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