You’re Mine by Penny Brooks
Chapter 200
Chapter 200
Easton
“l'll want to tell you a story,’ | start, a smile moving over my face as all the
memories come back to me.
There are so many of them.
Years worth.
Fifteen to be exact.
“It all started with a party, a bathroom, and a power outage.” | shake my
head, laughing. "I'll spare you those details, but what resulted from that
party was the most epic of love stories. One that had so many highs and
lows. One that was as rocky as it was beautiful. We were so young and
total opposites, but somehow she was made for me.”
Completely made for me.
"She was the most beautiful girl at school, but | was too caught up in a
life | won't go into to even notice her. | never knew what love was, until |
was with her. Love that is all consuming, that takes your breath away.
Love that makes you miss the person even when you are away from them
for only a few minutes. Love that makes you know you would do anything
in the world for that person. That is what it felt like, being in love with her.
My voice drifts and I think of our life together. How we started, and what
we've built. How we've come so far, and what we've accomplished.
"UCLA was never the school of my dreams, | just knew there was no way |
wanted to go to Stanford and be without her ..."
| sigh, recalling the disappointment from my parents — | was a third
generation legacy, my path had been mapped out for me from the
moment the doctor told them, “It's a boy!” and diverting from their path
was not what they expected.
“lL loved her, and it didn't matter if | would disappoint my parents. | had to
follow my heart, so | went with her to Los Angeles for college.”
A smile crosses my face. Those moments feel like yesterday, yet they
also feel like a lifetime ago.I rock my body, back and forth, like music is
playing in the room, but it's just silence and my voice—and my memories.
“We moved in together freshman year and that's where we lived until we
degree in social work for her.” | move over to the window, taking in the
view from the second story of our house. "My graduation present to her
was a condo downtown-thanks to my hefty trust fund-and a two week
vacation in Europe. She said it was too much ..." | shake my head.
"But it wasn't enough. Not for her, not for my girl-she deserved the world
and | planned to give it to her." | bend my knees and straighten them,
adding in that movement to combine with the arm swinging. "That's where
it all started, in that condo downtown-the start of her career and the
beginning of mine. The true foundation of our life together and what we
have now.’
| close my eyes for a moment, recalling the basic dinners we tried
cooking—and burning—together and the long walks we took after we got
off work. When we were tired yet full of excitement and dreams.
So many dreams.
The weekends off when we would escape to the lake house or stay in the
city, finding new brunch spots to test out, determined to locate the best
mimosa in town.
So young, so in love.
| move over to the rocking chair, carefully taking a seat, keeping up the
swinging, which is now guided by the chair. The swish of air as the chair
moves adds to the calming mood permeating the room.
“And then came the moment when it was time to propose. I knew she
wouldnt want a diamond the width of her finger. That's not her style,
money and glam isn't something she was ever after. | worked with our
family jeweler and designed something that was made for her. Humble.
Exquisite. Breathtakingly beautiful. | took her to the lake house, a place
that holds so many memories for us, and | asked her to marry me. Under
the blanket of stars and with a gentle breeze blowing, she said yes and |
didnt think my life could ever be more complete.”
| pause thinking about our wedding, and how perfect it was.
“The only place she wanted to get married was at the point at the lake.
When she rounded the corner and | saw her in that white dress, | was done
for. The tears were pouring down my face, and | didnt even care. All|
could think was, ‘how did | get this lucky?’. | was totally one of those
grooms that they show on TikTok crying like a baby when he sees his
bride, and trust me there was no shame in my game"
Another sigh leaves me. It's so easy to get caught up in the memories. |
look up at the ceiling pasted with glow in the dark stars, rocking back and
forth, and | smile.
“Now what came after the wedding was not what we expected.” | chuckle.
"They say God laughs when you make plans, and boy was he rolling on
the floor laughing at us. | came home from golfing one day with a client
to find her on the bed crying.”
| shake my head, hating the thought of her tears. Any of them.
“Let me tell you, when I see her cry, no matter what the reason, it just kills
me. She held up a positive pregnancy test and when | asked her why she
was upset, she said she was scared to be a mother."
How wrong she'd been to be scared. She's a freaking natural..
“We had so many doubts over what type of parents we would be. Will we
know what to do, or would we fu-—fudge it up. | had no doubt she would
be the best mother there ever was. We decided to move home where we
grew up, to be closer to our family."
Her parents stepped in and helped us so much-and surprisingly enough,
so did mine. They both love being grandparents.
“We had twin boys-really shouldn't have been a shocker, considering. But
that's not the biggest surprise to happen-just hang in there, I'll get to that
part soon.
A fond smile crosses my face as | think back to that particular time of our