Heyyyy guys! So this one-shot was just an idea that came into my head this weekend. It's nothing huge, but I just needed to get it out. This is based off of Brad Paisley's "Waiting On A Woman", an amazing song that is sung by an amazing musician. If you haven't already heard it, I suggest you check it out! ;]
enjoy! <3
Waiting on a Woman
Kevin sat down in his overstuffed LazyBoy, careful not to wrinkle his black suit as he snuck a glance at the clock. Oppressing a frustrated sigh, he leaned back, cupping the back of his hands in his open palms. He heard the sound of fast pitter-pattering coming from down the hallway, the noise quickly becoming louder with each passing second.
“Daddy!”
Kevin opened his eyes just in time to see his son running towards him, his arms outstretched. He shrieked as he jumped up onto Kevin’s lap, sending the rocking chair teetering back and forth as Ryan snuggled close the Kevin, wrapping his little arms around his dad’s waist.
“Are you waiting for mommy?” Ryan asked quietly, his fingers playing with the cuff of Kevin’s shirt. Kevin nodded, ruffling the chestnut locks on his son’s head.
“I am. We’re going out to dinner for our anniversary,” Kevin explained, trying to avoid looking at the clock again. His insides bubbled with anxiousness as their dinner reservation neared closer, and they still weren’t on the road yet.
“Does mommy always keep you waiting?” Ryan asked innocently, looking up at Kevin. Kevin chuckled and nodded.
“Your mom always keeps me waiting,” he joked, pushing off the ground with his toes, rocking back and forth in the chair.
“Always?” Ryan sounded awestruck as he looked up at Kevin, his mouth agape and his hazel eyes wide. Kevin laughed again.
“Well, let’s just say, Ry, that on our first date, I told her I’d pick her up at eight. She had me waiting for over thirty minutes. She complained about how everything she tried on didn’t look right, how she couldn’t get her hair to stay in place, and how nothing quite matched her outfit,” Kevin paused, going back to that day in 2009. She had come down the stairs in a hurry, her blonde, curly hair gathered at her shoulders, her bright green eyes illuminating beneath her amazingly long lashes. His heart still fluttered when he thought about the way the yellow dress hugged her curves in all the right places, perfect for their dinner on the pier.
“And I’ll tell you, son, she looked absolutely gorgeous. I didn’t mind waiting one bit,” Kevin acknowledged. The seven-year-old turned in his arms as he sat on his lap.
“Did she keep you waiting after that, dad?” He asked and Kevin laughed.
“Did she ever! On the most important day of my life, nonetheless!”
“What was that, dad!?”
Kevin turned around to see his oldest daughter come into the family room, a soccer ball tucked under her right arm.
“It was on our wedding day,” he began as Megan sat down on the floor in front of him. “It took your mother six months to plan the wedding. Six months! She said everything had to be perfect—from the flowers, to the color of the dresses, to the food, to even the music! I didn’t care one bit who sang our song—just being with her was enough. But she kept me waiting, I tell you.” He smiled as he imagined her walking down the aisle, a picture he hoped he could keep with him for eternity.
“Was it worth it, dad? Waiting six months?” Ryan asked.
“Of course it was, Ryan! He loved her!” Megan exclaimed incredulously, her blonde bangs falling in her face. She brushed them away and turned to Kevin. “Right, dad?”
“Honey, I would have waited years to marry her, and it was worth it.”
“I’m never going to wait on a girl,” Ryan disgustedly pronounced, his arms crossed tightly at his chest. “Girls are gross.”
“No, boys are the gross ones!” Megan shot back, her green eyes flaring with intensity.
“Hey, now,” Kevin interjected, holding up his hands. “Ryan, when the time comes for you to like a girl,” he caught his son's look and shot him one of his own, “and that time will come, you’ll have to wait for her like I did with your mother. She’ll take her time, probably make you crazy, too, but I’m telling you…you won’t mind.
“And Meg, I can already tell you’re going to be one of those girls—a girl like your mother. No, you won’t ever make him late, but I swear, you ladies do it because you can.”
“But he won’t care,” Megan said proudly, grinning widely. Kevin shook his head.
“He won’t care one bit.”
The three of them were silent as Kevin and Ryan rocked in the chair, and Megan examined her soccer ball. After a few seconds, Megan looked up.
“Will you have to wait for mom forever, dad?”
Kevin thought about her question and sobered up, placing a soft, small smile on his face.
“It’s said that men are the first to go,” Kevin began, but Ryan interrupted him.
“Go where, dad?”
“To heaven,” Kevin explained. He saw the worry spread across Ryan’s features and Kevin hugged him closely. “But don’t worry about that. You’re still stuck with me for at LEAST a hundred more years,” he tickled his son’s ribs and the boy giggled loudly.
“But when I do go, I know you’re mom will keep me waiting—because she won’t be ready. I’ll be okay with that, though. When I’m on the other side, I’m going to find me a rocking chair just like this one, I’ll take a seat, and I’ll watch her. She’ll take her time, because she always does.”
“And you won’t mind?” Megan asked quietly, engrossed in the story. At that exact moment, Halle walked in, her scarlet dress and her beautiful features taking everyone’s attention captive. Kevin stood up, placing Ryan on the chair behind him. He walked towards Halle, his hands finding hers as he intertwined their fingers.
“I will never mind waiting on a woman.”
