BLOGMAS -Day 14- “A Husband for Christmas” [Part 2] Short Story

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Read Part 1 HERE

Kris stumbles back, his hand falling from Noel’s face.

Noel searches his face for an explanation.

“I’m sorry. I just-I’m very confused. Where am I? Am I supposed to know you?”

Kris feels his heart start to beat faster, the room begins spinning.

“Yes. I um…I’m your husband.”

Noel’s eyes widen.

“My…my husband?”

Kris closes his eyes tightly, inhaling deeply, giving himself a beat to steady his spinning sight.

Opening his eyes again his vision clears a bit and focuses on Noel’s confused expression. Kris exhales before answering.

“Yes. I’m Kris. Thornwood. And I’m your husband.”

Noel looks around the room, nervously.

“See…” he says pointing to her hospital bracelet that reads Noel Thornwood.

Noel looks and the shock is still unwavering.

“You don’t… remember marrying me?” he asks his heart breaking.

“No…I’m sorry…I don’t even know what’s going on. But I do know that my head is pounding,” she says bringing her hands to her temple.

“You were in an accident. The doctors said you suffered some head injuries and internal bleeding.”

“Oh my god,” Noel says still hazy.

Dr. King walks in, “Hello, Welcome back Mrs. Thornwood, how are we feeling?” she says walking over to the bed where Noel lies in confusion and frustration.

“She’s having trouble remembering some things,” Kris says trying to remain calm.

“Oh well that’s to be expected, you do have a concussion,” Dr. King says looking at Noel.

“She’s having trouble remembering me,” Kris says looking over at the doctor with sad eyes.

Dr. King freezes and looks at Kris.

“Is that true?” She asks looking at Noel again, as she takes out a small flash light, and shines it into Noel’s eyes, waving her index finger in front of her, and Noel’s eyes follow.

“Yes. I don’t remember him, or being married, or even the accident that put me here. I can’t even tell you what I did yesterday,” she says nervously.

“Ok. Well that can happen sometimes with concussions, and due to the accident, you have a mild one, but memory loss can still be a side effect. When you were first brought in, we didn’t know what we were dealing with or how severe your injuries were. We were worried you’d have to have surgery but thankfully after a few tests, there was no bleeding or swelling in the brain. But you suffered blunt trauma, and in turn had abdominal internal bleeding due to the impact of the other car, you must have been thrown around a bit. We had to go in and stop the bleeding before it got worse. The bleeding was from your spleen, but we were able to repair it.”

“Oh my goodness,” Noel says confused and worried.

“She’s going to be okay though, right doctor?” Kris asks worry evident in his voice and on his face.

“Yes, she’s going to be just fine.” Dr. King says smiling.

“But what about my memory?” Noel says her nerves building up.

“You just suffered a traumatic experience, it’s normal for you to be a little foggy right now. There’s no reason to be alarmed.”

“So I should get my memory back soon?”

“Just give yourself some time, you need to rest,” she says looking over at Kris.

“Doctor King, she was complaining about a headache. Is there anything you can give her?”

“Of course, I will have the nurse come in and give you some Tylenol.”

“Thank you Doctor,” Kris says.

“I’ll give you two a minute,” she says exiting the room.

Kris looks over at Noel, he instinctively reaches for her hand.

Noel flinches slightly.

Kris pulls his hand away.

“I’m sorry, it’s out of habit I guess. I didn’t mean to make you feel uncomfortable.”

“No, that’s ok.” Noel says looking away sheepishly.

Kris looks around not knowing what to do, or how to act.

Just then the nurse comes in.

“Hello, My name is Fiona and I will be your nurse tonight, I have some Tylenol to help you out with that headache, ok?”

Noel nods.

“I’m just going to step out for a minute,” Kris says rushing out of the room. Noel notices and immediately feels bad.

Jack springs up quickly, “Hey how is she?”

“She doesn’t remember me.”

“What?” Jack says taken back.

Kris starts to hyperventilate, as he leans against the wall, gasping for air.

“She doesn’t…remember me.” he says tears streaming down his face.

Jack catches his friend, before he falls, as they slide to the floor.

The hospital doors open and a young brunette woman rushes in.

She spots them, and she runs over.

“Kris!”

Kris looks and springs up pulling her into a hug, “Holly. Thank god your here. I’m so sorry I had to text you like that. I just didn’t have any details and I was just trying to get to her as fast as I could.”

“No stop it, don’t worry. I’m glad you told me. Of course I’m here. Where is she? Is she ok?”

Kris pulls away and looks at her, “She’s ok, but she doesn’t remember anything.”

“What do you mean… she doesn’t remember the accident?”

“She doesn’t remember me.”

“Oh my god…Oh…my god,” she says pulling him into another hug, holding him tightly.

“She’s in there, if you wanna go see her, maybe she’ll remember you,” he says wiping at the tears as they fall.

“Ok. I’ll give it a shot,” she says looking at him with sympathetic, caring eyes. “Hey…we’re gonna get her through this though…she loves you so much, you know that.”

Kris nods, as Holly lets his hand go and walks into the hospital room.

“Knock, knock…” She says walking in.

Noel looks at her puzzled.

“Hi,” she says with a smile.

“Hello,” Noel says confused.

“I’m guessing my face doesn’t ring a bell either, huh?” she says with a slight smile.

“No, I’m so sorry.”

She smiles and takes out her cell phone and shows her a picture of the two of them as babies.

“I’m Holly, I’m your sister.”

“I have a sister?” Noel asks.

Holly nods.

“Any other siblings I should know about?” Noel says with a small laugh.

“Nope, just you and me.”

“What about our mom and dad?” Noel asks looking at Holly with expectation.

“We lost them a few years back. It was unexpected.”

“Oh that’s terrible,” Noel says sadly.

“Yea, it’s been pretty hard, but you met Kris and he kind of pulled you out of your rut and brought you back to life.”

“Kris as in my…”

“Husband? Yes.”

“I’m really married?” Noel asks with a smile in her voice.

“Oh yea,” Holly says smiling.

“Do you have any pictures of my wedding?”

“But of course… I was your maid of honor after all?” she says smiling and scrolling through her phone. “Here you go,” she says showing her a picture of she and Kris kissing.

“Wow. I look so happy,” Noel says smiling.

“Yea. Well you really love him.” Holly says smiling.

Noel looks at her.

“And just so you know, he loves you too…so much.”

Noel looks back at the picture, wishing she could just remember something.

Just outside, Jack sits on the floor trying to calm Kris down.

The nurse comes over to them, “Mr. Thornwood…”

Kris looks up, and stands up quickly.

“These are all your wife’s belongings,” she says handing him a clear bag.

“Thank you,” he says taking it.

Kris turns to Jack. “I’m just gonna take a minute. I’ll be right back.”

Jack nods. “I’ll be here, let me know if you need anything.”

“Thanks,” he says patting Jack on the back as a thank you.

Kris walks into the men’s room, setting the bag on the sink counter. He beings to sift through it. First he pulls out her red pumps, emerald green dress, and then her lacey red lingerie. Kris stops and stares at it, smiling, he whispers, “I knew she was wearing it,” remembering their conversation from earlier.

“Please tell me your wearing that sexy red lingerie I bought you?”
Noel gasps, Kris laughs.
“You better be alone right now,” she says.
“Baby I think I can actually hear you blushing,” he says with a chuckle.
“Shut up,” she says laughing.

Kris’ eyes begin to tear up again, he fights them back as he continues looking through the bag. Pulling out her purse, cellphone, and then her engagement ring and wedding band.

Kris stares at them,  holding them in his palm, they sparkle reflecting the light.

An image of Noel’s tearful yet smiling face pops into his mind as he remembers getting down on one knee.

“Baby… come back to me, ” he whispers.

Just then Kris hears a knock on the door.

He places the rings in his pocket, and grabs everything else, before opening the door.

“Hey,” Holly says smiling.

“Hey, any luck?” Kris asks stepping out.

“Nope, but she’s asking for you.”

Kris smiles faintly as he walks away toward Noel’s room.

“Hey,” he says walking in cautiously.

“Hi,” Noel says with a small smile noticing Kris’ tear stained cheeks.

“What’s that?” she says pointing to the bag in his hand.

“This is just all the stuff you came in with, the nurse just gave me it.”

“Oh…what’s in it?”

Kris walks over and hands the bag to his wife.

She begins to pull each item out.

“Well, that’s pretty sexy,” she says laughing as she pulls out the lacey red bra.

Kris laughs. “Yes, it is.”

“Where was I going exactly?” she says smiling.

“You were meeting me at my holiday party for work.”

“Wearing this?” she asks her eyebrows raising.

“It’s kind of a thing, I by you lingerie before every Christmas. And you wear it every year under some insanely hot dress at my holiday party. And then well…we…”

Noel smirks, crossing her arms, as she waits for him to finish.

“We?” she says smiling.

“We kind of have our own little celebration later that night, I rent a hotel room, we order room service, it’s like our own little sexy holiday tradition. I know it probably sounds silly…” he says looking away.

“No. It sounds fun.”

Kris looks up at her, their eyes locking, he smiles.

“I’m sorry we didn’t get to that, this year.”

“Hey the year’s not over yet,” he says.

Noel smiles, as her cheeks blush a pretty shade of pink. 

“So how long have we been married?” Noel asks.

“We actually just got married a month ago.”

“Oh…wow…so we’re newly weds.”

“Yup…” he says pulling out her rings from his pocket and handing them to her.

“Wow, they’re gorgeous,” she says admiring them.

“You don’t have to wear them yet, if you don’t want to,” he says nervously.

“Don’t be silly, I would love to wear them,” she says smiling as she hands them back to him.

He looks at her confused.

Noel holds her hand out, waiting.

“Aren’t you going to put them on me?”

“Oh of course,” her says smiling as he slides the rings onto her red manicured finger.

Kris leans in and cupping her face, he places a kiss on her lips.

Although caught off guard, Noel doesn’t flinch this time. 

Kris places his forehead against hers, looking into her eyes, he sighs, “I’m sorry, I just, I couldn’t help myself,” he says.

Noel smiles.

“I really do wish I could remember, I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Hey, I got you to fall in love with me once, I can do it again.”

Noel looks up at him, and pulls him in by his jacket, kissing him again. 

Kris wraps his arms around her waist pulling her closer to him, as he kisses her. Noel falls into it as she circles her hands around his neck.

Dr. King walks in.

“Oh I’m sorry.” 

Kris pulls away, as Noel blushes. 

“Are we getting our memory back already?” she says smiling and walking over.

“Not just yet,” Noel says looking away with a laugh.

“Oh…”

“Hey if you woke up to this gorgeous guy saying he was your husband, would you question that?” Noel asks.

Kris looks at her, smirking.

Dr. King, smiles, “Well you have a good point and a sense of humor, that’s fantastic.” 

Noel smiles. 

“I just wanted to check on you and do some blood work and routine stuff. Check your reflexes, things like that.”

“Ok,” Noel says smiling.

“Dr. King how long do you have to keep her here?”

“Once I get all the results back from the follow up tests, and I’m able to give her the all clear, you’ll be able to take her home…I’m thinking in a day or two.”

“Really?” Kris says smiling, “that’s fantastic.” 

Noel smiles rubbing his back, he turns smiling as she reaches for his hand.

He takes it, looking down at their hands, he smirks liking the way her rings sparkle on her finger…right where they belong. 

 

TO BE CONTINUED…

 

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-<3-

 

 

 

 

 

 

BLOGMAS -Day 7- Single in Season

 

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Week One Down!

 

Christmas. 

Such a magical, special, beautiful time.dajf0[1]

Twinkling lights.

Happy tunes.

Nostalgic movies.

Tasty treats.

Decorations galore.

Glitter and glee everywhere.

Right?

A time full of love and laughter.

Family and friendship.

And for some- that extra special love that just makes this time of year burst with happiness and cheer.

Whether it’s a Boyfriend, Fiancé, or Husband, it’s just somehow perceived as “better” with that person.

Right? 

But what do you do… if your single?

Because how is it that around the holidays being single, just feels even more prominent?

Mistletoe kisses.

In front of the tree pictures.

Family gatherings have everyone paired off.

And there you are, alone.

Ugh, of course. 

Here we go again.

And I’m supposed to be cheerful and happy?

I’m going to be really real here…

I’m not going to act like it doesn’t bother me. 

It definitely does.

I love romance, I love the idea that two people can fall so much in love with each other that they realize they have the only one they want to be with, forever.

I have always felt that way.

In my heart of hearts, I love, love. 

And being around so many people who have that, when I currently do not, definitely weighs on a girl. 

And you start to question…will I ever get my chance? My guy? My moment? My love?

I’m sure many of you ladies can relate.

And I will admit there are moments within the holiday season where I will feel my heart ache, and I will wish I had that special guy sitting next to me holding my hand, or look over to see him chatting with my guy cousins (who are probably ranking on him, because that’s what they do). Or baking cookies and wishing I could ask his opinion, or someone to just do all the holiday greatness with- like shopping for gifts, seeing the Christmas lights, or visiting Rockefeller center, or helping me conquer my current fear of ice skating. Or simply just sitting on the couch watching Home Alone in Christmas PJ’s.

Now that I think about it, I’m quite sappy. Haha. But hey I don’t care. You can’t regret what you want, if it’s really something truthful in your heart. And that is the image I have in my heart when I think about being in love during the holidays.

But then I look around and I realize having a relationship would only add to my already happy holidays. My family is crazy. And every year feels the same. Stressful and rushed. 

But I love my family. I love my holidays. 

I love visiting family, going to church, baking goodies, exchanging gifts, sipping hot chocolate, eating my heart out.

I love dressing in silly t-shirts or ugly sweaters and other crazy accessories [See: antlers & Christmas light necklace], chatting with my cousins, playing with the kiddies, and still finding A Christmas Story Christmas Day Marathon to be the greatest thing ever.

I love our bootleg chimney with our old school stockings.

I love my best friend Christmas day I have every year with my best friend Roe!

I love the holidays.

And as much as I may have my moments of sadness at times, I don’t think I would want to ever take the memories I have away, even though I’m single.

Sometimes you have to look at what you do have, and focus on that, rather than focus on what you don’t have. 

Happy Holidays, my singles, we got this! 😉

-<3-

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Alien Love

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I want your

Cosmic

Stares & Glares

Gazing at the sky

Crystal comets in your eyes

Unexplainable Connection

Our stars align

Some unlikely creature

Aliens aglow

Do they exist?

Maybe I shouldn’t question

Hearts beat faster

Hands slightly shaken

Adrenaline, hello my friend

You can be my kryptonite

Green Glow

Explosion of color

Pinks, Blues, Purples

Planets rotate on their sides

Pulsating to the beat

Dance

How they dance

Treason of the mind- held captive by overthinking

Fighting to find some clarity in confusion

Galactic love

Orbiting in space

I want your lack of gravity

Venus meet Mars

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I may or may not have been inspired by Supergirl

it’s my newest Netflix binge. 😉

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Welcome Home. -Chapter 9 (The Final Chapter)

Read Chapter 8 HERE 

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A Few Months Later

“Presenting the new Mr. & Mrs. Oliver King!” Dave announces as Oliver and Melanie walk out through the back door of Melanie’s childhood home and into the backyard draped in a silk white tent, candles and white roses everywhere. Slow graceful music being played by a harpist. Smiles shining on the faces of the bride and groom. Family and friends stand as they cheer loudly.

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“Wooo, it’s about damn time!” Cassie screams as everyone laughs along.

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Oliver and Melanie make their way over to the center of the yard, where a wooden dance floor lay, as their song begins to play.

It’s all over

And it’s only beginning

We’re beginning to finally see one another

We grow stronger We grow stronger for breaking

We grow stronger for breaking apart together

Lover, find me underneath the covers

We will stay here until we discover

All that we have to give to each other Til forever

How you move me How you move me to love you

I keep choosing to love you again every morning

Lover, find me underneath the covers

We will stay here until we discover

All that we have to give to each other Til forever….

Grace and Charlie watch smiling on as Grace holds Molly, who watches her parents with a bright smile.

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Melanie looks up at Oliver.

“What?” he says.

“Nothing.” She says smiling.

He gives her a glare.

“Wow, that really is annoying, my apologies Mrs. King,” he smirks.

Melanie’s lips curl into a big smile.

“Mrs. King. I really love the sound of that.” 

“Not as much as I do.”

“Did we really do it? Did we really just get married? Finally!” she says excitement beaming through.

“Hey better late than never, right?” he says smiling as he kisses her.

“Thank you for waiting for me, I know it wasn’t easy.”

“You’re my forever. Plain and simple. There was no way I was letting you go.” He says swaying them to their song as she places a kiss on his lips.

Oliver reaches into his jacket pocket as he holds out a small digital camera to snap a picture as his lips meet his wife’s.

Melanie lets out a small laugh against his lips as she notices.

“Hey, once a photographer, always a photographer,” he says with a chuckle.

“By the way did I mention how perfect you look,” he whispers to her.

“Maybe once or twice,” she says smiling, “You look very handsome yourself,” she pulls him by the collar into yet another kiss as glasses clink for them to do so.

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A few years later…

Melanie stands up at a podium, her eyes fall down to the pages before her. She begins to read aloud-

Book reading

She runs. She’s a runner. Fierce. Independent. Stubborn. The weight of heart shattering tragedy had now taken the life out of her…out of her will to move forward.

It was a day like any other. She was 5 months pregnant, engaged to the man she loved and settling into a quaint little apartment in the place she called home- Philadelphia.

Everything seemed to be falling into place. She was happier than she ever thought she could be.

She walked into the doctor’s office, the man she loved by her side.

Making plans for years to come.

Pure joy radiating through her.

And then just like that, life changed forever.

She had lost her baby boy.

Lost.

Like a misplaced set of keys.

One minute there. The next not.

And in that moment she didn’t feel the same.

She didn’t know what to do.

Where to go.

She was broken, and no amount of love or support could fix her.

She needed time.

Time to grieve, time to be angry and place blame.

Time to heal.

So she ran.

The decision to leave was something she never intended.

One day it just got to be too much.

The familiarity too much to take, the signs, the symbols.

Blue. Baby blue. Everywhere.

Home was tainted.

The home she loved her whole life, was now something she dreaded.

The man she loved with all her heart was now the face of a tragic heartbreak.

She packed her bags, and left a note in a sealed envelope.

“I’m sorry. I’ll love you forever.” It read. Her engagement ring set upon the paper.

Thought was not calculated.

Reason and logic unheard of.

Her heart was  fighting just to beat.

Melanie smiles simply as she closes the book.

“Thank you,” she says walking off the stage.

Everyone claps, as women can be seen wiping tears from their eyes.

Billy runs up to the podium, hugging her tightly he steps up to the microphone.

“That was the first passage from our newest budding author Melanie King’s first novel, entitled “Operation Forever,” a story about a heart wrenching tragedy that somehow turned into a ray of hope. A journey through her metaphorical operation on her once damaged heart where she finally realized that her forever, her home was in front of her all along and in the eyes of the man she loved. Melanie will be happy to meet you in the back in a few minutes to sign some copies for any of those wanting to join her. Thank you for coming,” he says smiling as everyone claps.

Melanie stands in the back nook of the book store, breathing a sigh of relief, tears springing slightly.

“Mommy!” she hears, turning she smiles as Molly rushes in, she bends down scooping her into her arms.

“Hello love bug!” she says kissing her cheek.

Oliver stands there looking on, a smile in place.

“Hey, I’m proud of you.”

Melanie looks up at him, “Me too,” she smiles.

“You okay?” he says coming in and reaching for her.

“Yea. I’ve got my family.” She says smiling.

Oliver leans in and kisses her softly.

“You know, it’s difficult to read and to relive but I’m better because of it. I had so much bottled up for years and that stopped me from going after what I really wanted and who.(she says smiling up at him, as he places a peck on her lips.) Writing this book, was kind of like me getting my freedom back a little.”

“Good for you babe, I think it was something you really needed to do. I’m glad you did it.”

She smiles.

“It means the world to me that you and Molly are here with me, I love you so much.” She says kissing him again.

“Ew!” Molly says looking on as she giggles.

Oliver and Melanie look at her and laugh.

“You think that’s funny,” Oliver says as he starts to tickle Molly, whose giggle erupts into a laughing fit, Melanie holding her as she joins in on the tickle fight.

Billy knocks on the door.

“Ms. Molly, do you need me to save you?”

Molly giggles, “Yes.”

Billy smiles and walks in.

“Oh Mrs. King, your fans await you. I’m already hearing some buzz. Women are saying how much they can relate and how it’s as if you’re speaking from their hearts too.”

“That’s incredible.” Melanie says.

Melanie smiles as she gives Molly a big kiss and hands her to Oliver, and then leans in to give Oliver a kiss on the lips.

“Good luck, (he kiss her) I love you. We’ll be right here waiting for you.”

“I love you so much,” she kisses him once more before walking towards the door.

“Love you mommy!” Molly screams.

“I love you, love bug.” She smiles as she blows her a kiss and walks into the crowd that awaits her.

Later that night…

Oliver sits in his office, at his desk as he edits photos.

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Melanie peeks her head in, wearing a sweet little night gown, “Hey babe you coming to bed?”

Oliver looks over his shoulder, his eyebrows raise “Well hell, don’t you look sexy.”

Melanie crosses her arms, looking off to the side as she huffs his compliment away.

“I’m sorry, have you not seen yourself?” he says walking over to her, his hands finding her waist.

“It makes me happy how you can still be this attracted to me even after all these years, this body has had a baby, you know. It’s never going to look the same.”

“Same or not, you are still the sexiest woman I have ever laid eyes on,” he places a kiss on her lips.

“I try,” she smiles rolling her eyes dramatically, a smile on her lips.

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“Baby you don’t have to try,” he smirks tightening his grip on her waist.

“Well in that case, do you think you can do your sexy wife a favor and actually come to bed at a decent time tonight? ”

“Yeah that can be arranged. I’ll be in, in just a bit, just trying to decide on some photos, come here look at these with me,” he says taking her hand and walking her over to his desk.

Melanie smiles as Oliver sits and scoots out his chair to allow her to sit on his lap, her arm draping over his shoulders. 

Oliver starts clicking through photos.

“This one is my favorite, it’s everything I love in one picture, my whole world right there,” he says as it lands on a picture of Melanie and Molly.

Melanie looks at it, she smiles brightly, her eyes tearing up, “Aw. I love that one. I love you,” she says cupping his face and kissing him.

“We made a cute kid, huh?” he says looking up at her.

“Yes we did. She’s perfect.”

“That’s because she looks like you.” He says smiling up at her.

“She looks like both of us.” Melanie says kissing his cheek.

“She is perfect though, look at how happy she is,” he says pointing to a smiling Molly.

“She is. We’re doing ok, I guess, huh?” Melanie says looking down at him.

“I think we’re doing great. I think moving home to Philly was the right call. We’re still close enough to the city but we both are pretty much able to work from home.”

“I agree.  We’ve made quite a life for ourselves.”

“That we have,” he says kissing her bare shoulder. “Besides when Mommy and Daddy need some sexy time, it’s nice to have the grandparents nearby to babysit, ” he says placing a kiss on her lips.

“Speaking of…sexy time…when are we going to make another one of these beautiful babies? Doctor gave me the all clear.” Melanie says her eyes shifting to meet her husband’s.

“Oh.” Oliver says smiling, his eyebrows raising, as his hands fasten around her waist.

Melanie starts to get up off his lap, as she moves his hands off her.

“See now where are you going?” he says turning in his chair.

“Follow me and find out.” She says a playful smile on her lips.

Oliver smirks as he stands and follows.

Melanie stops at the doorway, turning back she says, “On second thought, I’m kinda tired, rain check? Good night!” She runs from the room.

 “Get over here girl,” he says rushing into the hall and sweeping her up in his arms, “You can’t walk away from me after saying a thing like that.”

A giggle and a shriek escape her as she wraps her arms around his neck accepting his kiss.

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Nearby on the walls of their hallway you can see pictures of their life together.

 

Home gallery

Slideshow below displays all the gallery photos in the KING home. 😀

Happy. Content. Full. Living.

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Melanie and Oliver fall onto their bed as a copy of Melanie’s book lay on their bed side table, next to it a pamphlet that reads-

COMING SOON! The New York Art Exhibit Presents- Oliver King’s “Home” Collection.

A photo of him and the girls on the cover.

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 “Shhh we’re gonna wake Molly,” Melanie giggles.

“It’s ok, I plan on keeping your lips right here,” he says kissing her deeply as he removes her silk robe tossing it to the side. “I love you so much,” he whispers against her expectant lips.

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She pulls away and looks up at him.

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“I love you too, you’re my home, that’s never going to change. No matter what life throws our way, I know we’ll be able to handle it, together.”

Oliver smiles at her lovingly.

“Don’t you forget it….So let’s make another baby, huh?” He says smirking.

“Yes please,” She says laughing as she reaches for him.

Melanie and Oliver continue kissing into the night.

Hello, I’ve been waiting for you

I didn’t know if you’d recognize my voice

Cause I’ve been whispering your name again and again

I‘ve been imagining this day and I’ll never be the same

Welcome home Welcome home

It’s so good to see your face

Welcome home

-The End-

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music used in my edits or otherwise.*

Thanks so much for reading!  I hope you enjoyed!

Stay Tuned for my Welcome Home “Soundtrack” & My Author’s Commentary!

-<3-

A Rant & A Poem- Something About Stress

I’m going to vent, because well- I need to. I’ve recently been really stressed out and I saw a décor sign while I was shopping that just fit my situation perfectly.

“You can do anything, but not everything.”

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Holy freaking shit. Excuse the language. But how true is that?

I really wish sometimes that I wasn’t such an anxious, neurotic person. I wish I could just be Zen and chill, and go with the flow. I wish I didn’t have to plan and over think. I wish I didn’t have to constantly feel like a fixer. Oh this looks wrong, let me fix it.

Note to self: Hey Michelle, this actually doesn’t concern you- butt out!

But I am who I am. I do believe people can change, but only so much. Certain lessons and learned habits are just ingrained in our brains. And others are tattooed along the way. I’ve been trying to realize that the fact that I care so much, doesn’t have to be a bad thing. I’m an empathetic person and being able to see things from both sides, is a great quality. It’s a human quality. But sometimes having to always see things from other people’s perspectives can really be exhausting. Because quite frankly, I don’t always feel like people give me the same courtesy. But then my soul kicks me in the ass, and I think about what God would do and what he would say. I have a feeling it would go a little like the “Oh so just because they do this, you think its ok for you to do this?” And the truth is no, it’s not ok. But sometimes you just do it anyway. Because you need to. Because your fed up, because you’ve had enough. Because the others shouldn’t be able to get away with it- All. The. Time. Sometimes the tit for tat feeling, feels good. A lot of the times it feels good for a second and then it feels really shitty. I hate it. I like to be liked. I like to make people happy. I hate confrontation. I hate awkward situations and tension. I try to avoid it because it will just add to my anxiety and cause people to see me in a negative light. A light I try so hard to stay far away from. Because let’s be honest, we all care what people think. Some of us more than others. #Guilty. Tit for tat is not my style. I know who I am, and even though sometimes I lose that every now and then, I always find my way back home. The way to my true heart.

Now that I’ve vented and ranted, here’s a poem. 😉   

 

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I’ve been walking into my church at random times lately, and the stillness and silence is beautiful and calming. It’s a great way to just find your focus and recharge and remember where you came from.

 

Like a tea kettle just before it begins to whistle.

Like nails on a chalk board.

Like a child’s face before they throw themselves into a tantrum.

Like a doormat who has had countless pairs of shoes wiped across it.

Like quicksand.

Like ocean waves- 10 feet high.

Like the tears we cry when we lose our minds.

Like the worst body tension you could ever imagine.

Like a gas bubble that traps itself in your chest.

Like the anxiety you feel in a crowded elevator.

Like the eggshells that break even with the slightest breath.

The want to be everything to everyone.

It’s a failure before it even starts.

Because how much can you give of yourself?

Who is that selfless? Can we be that selfless?

Who is that void of anxiety?

How do we leave sanity for ourselves?

Can I scream into the wind?

Or cry into a pillow?

Can I lift this weight?

Can I cast it up into the air and watch it turn into fairy dust and glitter?

Gold flecks. Everywhere.

Butterflies dancing in my hair.

Can I center my soul?

Breathe deep.

Walk through the broad, merciful, gold doors.

Sit silently still.

Find him, find where he lives in you.

He’s got you. He knows you. He’s with you.

Know your heart.

Know your person.

Act on it.

You got it kid.

Amen.

-<3-

 

“Ughhhhh” – A Monologue

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Do you ever just feel like screaming the words “Fuck you” at the stop of your lungs? No filter. No editing. Bare. Vulnerable. Loud. This life is so unnecessarily stressful, we are pulled every which way. Anxiety a burden. Minds racing to far past our feet. The high road is easier spoken then taken. When hearts become doormats for jealous shoes. When you are asked to simply just deal. And understand. The bigger people get shit on, always. And somehow the world has let that be ok. No… you’re stressing me out. Avoid the stress. When we learn to be adults then maybe this is something we can talk about. Silly things, childish fears. I’d rather not shed you the tears. I am who I am .I do what I do. I have the biggest heart, and it will always shine through. Try to shade me and it won’t work. Your façade is crumbling I see it in the dirt. I walk past and leave a trail of glitter. Because I have no time to spend on the hurt. The pain the sadness the taunting  you’ve created. This experience is now jaded. And now faded I feel. So I will walk away and hope that your heart heals. At the end of the day we can only be responsible for our own actions and whether or not we are adult enough to own them. 

*I do not take credit for the image used.*

-<3-

Time Talk

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As we get older I think we face new versions of peer pressure. Pressure to date, pressure to find a job, pressure to move out, get married, and make a life for yourself. Basically pressure to grow up and learn how to be an adult. Time. Tick Tock. What a bitch. There’s not enough time in a day let alone in a lifetime. We make to do lists and wish lists and time runs away with us, or from us. We are brought into this world with parents by our side. Tick tock the clock starts, the minute our eyes open, the minute our feet hit the ground, we’re running. Minutes turn into hours, Days turn into years. Before you know it playing with baby dolls and kitchen sets become so close to reality. The things we play as children mirror future life. Isn’t it ironic? Ideas of Love, Marriage, and Babies flood our minds. Leaving childhood homes and venturing out on our own. Lost in confusion, in this time of uncertainty. Tick tock, Tick tock. Time flies by and you wake up and wonder, Why? Where am I? Where have I been? What have I done? Where should I be? Time doesn’t stand still although it seems. But you feel as you do. Still. Stuck. Make your own schedule. Your own timeline. You can’t put expiration dates on dreams. Love isn’t a time sensitive thing. Don’t follow the curve. Be a little different. Dance to the beat on your own funky off beat drum. Be patient. You will get there. Your time will come. Go forth. Head held high. Heart on sleeve. Grab a pen and write your own story. It’s a movie and you’re the star. Fade In. What’s your opening scene? Live it. And if you can’t get it right the first half a dozen times, fake it until you make it. Because let’s be honest even the most adult people in the world still have a little bit of naïve child left in them, never lose that.

-<3-