Entwined Bride: A FF Fantasy Romance, page 20
Honestly, the thumbtack wasn't even painful, it was just a prick. But the things they did to calm me down, I knew then that they love me and they would always love me. And hugging Ethan now, I just want to cry and make them pamper me again.
"I'm sorry baby girl. I just wish we could have had your back but we failed. There wasn't a day we didn't think about your wellbeing. We just couldn't go against mom's words. She was hurt deeply and fell sick soon after you left. We were divided between looking for you and taking care of mom." Nathaniel said bringing me for a hug.
"What happened to mom? Is she okay?" I panicked at the thought of mom being sick. She was my best friend growing up. And I have always prayed that if something bad were to happen to her, I would want God to give it to me. I have always wanted my mom to live forever.
"She's okay now. She regrets every single day saying all those words to you when she knew how broken you looked then. She tells us that till today on how much she regret not understanding you then", I cried and for the first time in 6 years, it was my brother who consoled me. Not Avery, not Sophie, not Megan.
This is when I knew, I couldn't live being mad at them anymore. I love my brothers, I love my family.
"Come on, let's eat something and let's all cry together with stuffed stomach", Megan said making us all laugh.
And we did just that. We catch up on our lives. Ethan is married and his first kid is due in 2 months precisely. Nathaniel is in love with a beautiful Irish woman. He has proposed and keeping the marriage aside for now. I told them about Avery, and for Megan, they were already friends with her.
My heart swelled at the sight of having my brothers in my dining, smiling and enjoying the cooking of my girlfriend whom I'm very much in love with.
Preparing the guest room for my brothers to stay the night, I reverted back to our bedroom and I just stopped at the door and gazed at my beautiful girlfriend. If it isn't for her, I would not be having my brothers in our house now.
"Come on baby. I want to sleep. It's been a long day", she said bringing me into our room and locking the door.
I sat on the bed just thinking how lucky I am and why did I even push her away in the first place.
She stood closer to me, hugged my head to her waist and stroked my hair.
"Thank you" I whispered.
"I love you".
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Christmas
Alex's P.O.V
My brothers made me promise I would come home this Christmas. I haven't spoken to my mom or dad yet but from what my brothers say, they can't wait to see me. My brothers assured me that they are no longer mad at me, I can only hope its the truth.
Megan and I spent 2 weekends buying gifts for my family. Since this would be the first time for Meg to spend her Christmas without David, I made sure to inform him in advance and we spent an early Christmas with him. That went splendidly well. He was always the father that I never had after coming out to my real parents.
He was happy that I'm finally going to see my family again. It wasn't as easy. It took lots of pleading and convincing by both, my brothers and Megan.
I was afraid to go see my parents and be disheartened again. Especially on Christmas. I felt like an insecure child. If it wasn't for my brothers and Megan, I don't think I would be doing this.
They assured me that my parents loved me and that they've been dying to see me.
I just wish its true. I may not know what's going on in my father's head. He can be very unpredictable and stubborn just like me.
That's why he's your father, dingo
"Are we ready to go babe?" Megan asked while straightening her dress and holding our coats on one hand. There were smoke when she breathed out. It was freezing, though the snow is not too bad this year, it was still cold nevertheless.
"Yeah, let's go", I followed behind her unlocking the doors and finally we were on the way to my childhood home.
The whole ride was consumed by silence, it was good silence though. I was just nervous and excited to be home again. Megan was evidently nervous too, her legs were bouncing up and down.
Placing my free hand on her knee stopping her legs from bouncing, I spoke breaking our silence.
"Are you nervous babe?", I chuckled when she was startled by my touch.
She released a deep long breathe and nodded yes.
"Don't be. They're going to love you. And if they don't, we'll walk right out the door", I said assuring her but that wasn't as assuring as I thought it would.
She smacked the back of my head, earning herself a laugh when I looked at her with pure shock in response.
"What was that for?" I grunted with a pout.
"We are not walking out no matter what. We'll stand our ground and show them how much we love each other", she said squeezing my hand on her knees.
"But what if you get uncomfortable? Shouldn't we leave if we feel unwelcomed?" I asked wanting to know what she would do when or if that happens.
"No matter what. We are not running away honey. If they can't accept us for who we are, then we'll make them understand. And that's our goal for this Christmas", I smiled nodding proudly and continued driving.
It wasn't a long drive, just 4 hours from where we live. Nevertheless, due to the traffic for the Christmas holidays, we ended up reaching in 6 hours.
Driving on the route to my childhood home after 6 years felt nostalgic. It brought back all the memories, both good and bad.
Putting the car in park, Megan placed her lips on mine, giving me a quick peck. This was her way to encourage me and let me know that I have her for support if at all anything goes wrong.
"I love you", I sighed preparing myself to walk in the war of my life.
"I love you too baby. Now let's go meet my in laws" she excitedly got out of the car, without waiting for me to even open her door.
Walking towards the entrance, my hands shook in anticipation.
What if this was a mistake?
What if they haven't changed?
What if they still hate me and I'm just about to get hurt all over again?
Shaking my head, I tried my best to push all the negative thoughts away but it wasn't easy to just disregard them when it holds some truth.
I felt Megan's hand slipped into mine lacing our fingers together. With an exasperated sigh, lightly squeezing them, I used my free hand to ring the doorbell.
The door swing open so fast that I could feel the cold and clear misty wind over my fully clothed skin. It was my mom. She looked older, yet still beautiful like always. My mom's eyes grew big and glossy when she saw me standing at the door.
"Hi baby" my mom said, bringing me into a very tight embrace. I hid my face on her shoulders, inhaling her scent. She smelled like cinnamon. I missed her so much.
Hugging my mom a bit longer and tighter, I couldn't hold back my tears. I sobbed as quietly as I could and my mom rocked me back and front, stroking my back, sobbing with me.
"I missed you too baby"
I pulled back to look at my mom again. Her skin had shrunk, she looked smaller and paler now. But she still had the same smile, and that's all I need. The one true smile that she gave me whenever I did something to make her proud. The proud mom smile.
She turned to look beside me and her eyes land on Megan. Her smile retrieved and I grew nervous at the sight. I was waiting to turn back and never come back if only mom said anything disrespectful towards Megan.
But I was shocked when the opposite took place. Mom actually pulled Megan, my girlfriend, into a hug and kissed her temple approvingly. I gulped at the encounter.
"Mom" I whispered questioningly.
"What? At least you have good taste" I released a chuckle in relief, releasing my breath I didn't know I was holding in. That was nerve-racking.
My brothers came around shortly and offered to take our luggage out from the car and into my old bedroom.
And it's been the best Christmas I've ever had in years.
Reuniting with my family, felt great. I was happy. And from the looks of it, Megan is happy to be a part of my family.
My mom loves her. Though we had our moment where mom just wanted to hold my hands and feed me like I have starved for years. Now, she's moved on to pamper Megan after learning that Megan hadn't celebrated Christmas as much since losing her mom years ago. That was enough to grab a sweet spot in my mom's kind heart. And now Megan is her favorite daughter in law among all three.
If you realize, I had not mentioned my father as much since there was not much to mention. He was in the garage ready to leave when I arrived. He knew I was coming, yet chose to leave. It's pretty clear that he still hates me no matter what the rest of my family says.
Growing up, my relationship with my father was always strained. We rarely got along. It's my mistake to think everyone would change for me, he would never accept Megan and I. According to him, we are sick and are committing a sin. Guess what, I don't care what he thinks. As long as my mom is happy, that's the only thing that matters.
My mom came around to hug me again when she realized what I was thinking.
"Stop thinking about him. You should know about him by now. He'll never change so easily. You still have me and your brothers and your sister in laws. All of us love you baby. Please don't leave me again", my mom's pleading twisted my heart unsettlingly.
I promised my mom and apologized for hurting her all this time.
"So what are you waiting for? She still doesn't have a ring I see", mom teased.
I spat out the wine I was drinking and looked at her with wide eyes.
"Mommm", I whined embarrassingly.
"What are you two being secretive about?", Ethan asked across the room. Megan who was talking with Lisa, Ethan's wife, looked up at us cluelessly.
"I was just asking my daughter about her love life and when should we start preparing for the wedding", mom said it like no one's business.
Megan looked at me in surprise. I looked back at her embarrassed by my mom's teasing.
"Yeah Al, I always thought you would be the first to be married. But I beat you. So when are you going to propose?" the temperature in the room just grew warmer by everyone's teasing. Both Megan and I were out of words. She stared at me and I looked everywhere except at her.
"That's enough teasing my baby. All we need to know is that she'll propose when she's ready. Looking from where I am, I can vision Megan being pregnant with at least 3 kids", the room was filled with laughter, except of Megan's and mine. We were getting roasted by my family.
And that's indeed the best Christmas ever including the family banters.
PS: Just a very few more chapters left and I would like to thank all my readers who has been following my journey from the start till date. Also to the new readers. Thank you for reading my stuffs. I truly appreciate it. Love you folks!
Shopping mall
Alex's P.O.V
"Please, can we go there?", Megan asked pleading with her eyes. Rolling my eyes, I followed wherever she wanted us to go.
We were at the mall, shopping for Megan. Have I told you shopping with her is a nightmare?
I mean, I love her and I would do anything for her, except shopping. She takes hours to look at one freaking dress. And then after inspecting everything, she will put them back on the rack, squinting her eyes at me saying its expensive or that she wants to keep looking for better things.
Well, though we are not poor or wealthy in a sense, I would say both our pays can be considered to be pretty rich generally. So, I don't see a point in which she can't spend a few hundred bucks on the dress she likes. And then she'll pull me around to every store and again from the beginning, looks at it, try it on, asks me if its good on her, and then place it back on the rack. She does it until either her stomach or mine growls in hunger.
It's very difficult for her to find herself a decent clothing. On the other hand, I would just walk into any store, see something I like, maybe spend about a minute to see if I like it and then boom, I'll be at the counter paying for it.
So, shopping is the one thing I hate to do with her. But I can't turn her down when she gives me the eyes that she knows very well I can't resist to drag me shopping with her. So I ended up spending my beautiful Saturday dragging my feet into every store in the mall.
"What about this?" she asked wearing on a beautiful brownish-red, maroon sundress. She looked stunning. The dress accentuated the color of her blue eyes, my favorite part of her. I sighed dreamily knowing she is not going to buy it.
"What, you don't like it?" she asked pointedly with a pout.
"No, it's actually beautiful. I love it on you. It's a shame you're not going to buy it anyway", I said dropping my shoulders.
Smiling at me, she walked into the changing room without a word.
Shortly after, she came out dressed in her own clothes, she went straight to the counter and paid for the dress.
"Is that what I should have said to all the previous dresses you have tried on?" I asked in a shock with raised brows.
"Maybe" she said with a smug.
"What? wait, seriously? is that it?" I asked again unbelievingly.
"I thought you weren't paying much attention to what I try on. So I keep going into stores to make sure you see me when I try something on", my jaw was on the floor hearing that.
Laughing at my shocked expression, she lace her fingers with mine and brought us to a restaurant that served sushi.
Still shaking my head and pouting at her antics, I spoke, "I can't believe you thought that of me".
"I always put all my attention on you" I said disagreeing with her.
Now, it's her turn to raise her brows at me.
"Fine, in that case. What was I wearing when we first met?" she asked making me growl and shrug in embarrassment.
"That's not fair. Honestly, I don't remember that cause I wasn't even interested in you then and I was also in a very healthy relationship" I said looking down being embarrassed while she smirked making her point.
I continued, "but I do remember what you wore on our first date."
"That doesn't count, babe" she giggled at me staring back at her.
"What do you mean it doesn't count?" I was growing impatient now. She makes me look like I'm a bad girlfriend.
"It doesn't count because you bought me that dress and it was fairly recent"
"Fine. I may not be able to tell what you wore exactly but all I know is that whatever you wear, it will always look beautiful on you", at this she blushed and shook her head shyly. Finally.
The food arrived shortly and we were both engrossed in it. It's been a long day of standing and walking around.
Out of a sudden, the sound of clapping took our attention and when we looked out the window of the restaurant, a man was down on one knee, proposing to his girlfriend. It was cute and bold of him to do it in front of that many people, in the middle of a shopping mall.
I turned back to look at Meg and there was a look in her eyes. I saw the longing look on Meg's face hoping one day its going to be us but she sighs at the imminent future.
I quickly turned to look back at the food in front of me when I knew she was turning to look at me.
I heard her sigh and controlled myself from saying anything to upset her further.
I smiled silently patting the little box of elegance placed safely in my pocket.
David's P.O.V
Putting the prescribed medicines in my mouth, I chugged it down with a glass of water. Thanking the maids for the breakfast, I turned my wrist to look at the time on my watch.
8.25 a.m.
Alex would be here in about 5 minutes. She called me last night out of a sudden and said she had something to discuss with me this morning before we head to work.
I hope its not anything big. I'm so tired of handling the company and can't wait to hand it over to Alex once they get married.
And just on time, Alex walked in with a bottle of champagne.
"Are we celebrating something Alex?" I asked with a raised brow glancing between the bottle and my watch. It's too early to be drunk, plus we have work to do.
"Ahh...", she stuttered before placing the bottle on the table in front of me.
"David, I'm here to ask you something personal", she muttered out of breathe.
