One day after work, Amelia went shopping. She wanted a new dress, and since the weather was warming up, she thought it would be nice to get George something to wear, too.
“Amelia, you can’t just buy me clothes,” George said. “What if it doesn’t fit?”
“I think it will, though,” Amelia said.”
“What if I don’t like it?” George asked. “A frog needs to present himself in a certain way.”
“But I like it!” Amelia said. “You’ll look so handsome. You’ll see.”
“Amelia, a frog needs to shop for his own clothes. It’s very important,” George insisted, but he did take the bag and go marching into their room to try the new shirt on.
Amelia waited on the couch with bated breath.
“What do you think?” she called through the closed door.
There was the muffled sound of rustling around.
“George?” Amelia called.
“You can come in and see what you think,” George said at last, sounding unsure. “I’m not sure if I like this or not…”
Amelia felt a little hurt that he wasn’t more excited about her gift, but she stood up and went to the bedroom door.
“Let’s see how you look!” she said, and she peeked inside.
“What do you think, Amelia?” George asked.
“Oh, George, I love it!” Amelia said.
“Do you? Are you sure I don’t look… dorky?”
“You don’t look dorky! You look intelligent,” she said.
“Am I plaid kind of guy?” he asked.
“I think you could be,” she replied. “Plaid is very distinguished.”
George stood up and looked at himself in the mirror. He’d never worn a shirt like this before. He felt a little silly in it, in all honesty. But Amelia had chosen it herself, and he didn’t want to hurt her feelings.
“I searched all over the mall for the right shirt,” Amelia said. “I wanted something that would match my new dress.”
George’s heart stammered in his chest. Was that why she’d chosen it? He looked over at Amelia’s pretty yellow dress.
“Amelia, we’ll be a matching couple!” George said.
“Do you mind very much?” Amelia asked uncertainly. “I’d really like being a matching couple…”
George went over and gave Amelia a peck on the lips.
“I wasn’t sure I wanted to be a plaid guy, but I know for sure I want to be a matching couple!” he said. “So yes, I like this shirt. Very much.”
And Amelia lit up with a brilliant smile.
George and Amelia settled in to watch a TV murder mystery show. George and Amelia both loved murder mysteries. They enjoyed trying to figure out who did it before the end.
“It’s probably the brother,” Amelia said.
“Why?” George asked.
“Because he seems too innocent. It’s always the guy who seems too innocent.” Then Amelia startled. “Oh! George, I think I felt the pollywog move!”
George put a hand on her belly and he waited very quietly.
“Did you feel that?” she asked.
“No,” he said disappointedly. “I didn’t feel anything.”
“Oh…” Amelia said, but she smiled a serene little smile that George had never seen before. “I did. That was the first time I felt the pollywog move, George.”
Maybe one day soon George would be able to feel the pollywog move. Until then, he’d just have to be patient. So he sat with Amelia with his hand on her tummy, just in case the pollywog really gave a good wriggle.
He’d be ready.
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