Total pages in book: 19
Estimated words: 17076 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 85(@200wpm)___ 68(@250wpm)___ 57(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 17076 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 85(@200wpm)___ 68(@250wpm)___ 57(@300wpm)
The first summer we spent together as a couple my sophomore year, we traveled all over Europe for the summer. We went from Britain, to Italy, to Greece and ended in Spain. It was amazing. The art, the vibrancy of each place, the life…it was unparalleled. I was sure nothing could ever beat that feeling of being free.
My art piece that I finished the right after we got back, titled: The Evolution of Love, turned into an entire motif of Trevor in various stages of love but seen through my eyes. When I looked at it, I never saw it as an art piece for a show. To me, it was my expression of what he has brought into my life. My professors and Trevor for that matter had other ideas and I won the outstanding newcomers awards that year with a fifty-thousand-dollar award.
From there Trevor and I pursued our art and passion without abandon and that passion included one another. Our love was…no is electric. It is all consuming and it surrounds us like a cloak of tapestry protecting our light. We don’t hide our obsession with one another, by look nor by touch, but it is our hearts and our absolute devotion to one another that shines the brightest.
Shortly after I moved in with him and spoke with Armstrong I finally told my parents everything. My new living arrangement, my discovery about who my biological father was and about my decision to be done with them. Of course, the moment they learned about Armstrong it was like I was the golden child, but it further made me want nothing more to do with them, so I told them I loved them, thanked them for giving the best they knew how and I hung up on that part of my life. It is so full, and I needed nothing else from them.
I graduated yesterday from college with a job already lined up for after Christmas as an art teacher with the local high school at a fine arts campus. Trevor who graduated two years ahead of me, is an artist. He has had multiple showcases in the MoFa and is now being featured in an art gallery owned by one of his own idols from Paris.
The truth is neither Trevor nor myself have to work a day in our lives so we are blessed in that we can follow our dreams. Like today. Today I am standing in front of the mirror in the bridal suite at La Pergae Amour, one of the most elegant hotels in the city, while my sisters help me put on my wedding dress, so I walk down the aisle on the arm of my father toward the love of my life.
“I can’t believe you are getting married six months pregnant,” my sister December says, sipping up the back. I smile at her through the mirror and rub my active bump.
Six months before graduation exactly, Trevor and I looked at one another. It was like we knew it was time. He had proposed a few months earlier and we had already planned the wedding for the day after I graduated, but something about me being pregnant, visibly so, when I walked toward him to pledge my life to him, was a huge turn on to him and me to be honest. So, he stopped wearing condoms and I was pregnant immediately.
“It was time, you know,” I answer shrugging my shoulders. Just then a knock on the door makes all twelve of us turn around.
“May I come in?” Armstrong’s voice sends hugs of warmth through me. He has been more of a father to me than the one who raised me ever was.
“Of course,” I answer, turning fully. He walks in smiling at each of us. One by one they kiss his cheek and then walk out of the room leaving us alone for a second.
“Wow. You look exquisite.” He sighs, holding my hands in his. I haven’t lost my shy nature so my face heats up and I duck my head, but then Trevor’s voice telling to never hide from my beauty rings in my head and pick it back up.
“Thank you, Pops.” The girls and I began calling him that shortly after the end of his presidency. We all reached as fast as possible for something normal in terms of a relationship with him and I was easy to come by. He and Hailey made it easy.
“No. Thank you for allowing me this honor.” I rush into his open arms and spend a second thanking my stars for finding him. “Are you ready? I was sent in here to tell you it was time.” My heart is now beating like a lunatic and like he can feel my anxiety, the little boy in my belly has decided to calm down.