10 comments/ 18034 views/ 19 favorites No Longer Alone By: pmpkty If you are looking for straight sex right away please step away from the story. There will be a follow up to this story so please don't hate me too much at the end. -------------------------------------------------- I sat quietly at the table. My very last single friend was getting married and now I was the only single one, the very last one, the spinster. They were all giving me the look, and I knew if one more person asked if I was next I was going to fucking snap. Mel, my best friend, was absolutely beautiful walking down the aisle. I wanted a man to look at me the way Danny looked at her as she came floating towards him. I wanted the whole damn package and I refused to settle. I went to the bathroom to check my makeup and hair to make sure I still looked the part of the beautiful maid of honor. While I was using the facilities I could hear a few women come in. My blood starting boiling when I heard one of them say, "Did you see how pitiful she looks here alone? I think she is the only friend in the wedding who isn't married. I swear if Monique keeps going the way she's going she will be alone forever." I couldn't believe it; it was like a scene out of a fucking movie. I couldn't believe women still talked trash in the bathroom. Being a woman filled with charm and crazy southern fire I had to let them know how I felt about their comments. I flushed the toilet, and then walked - no fuck walking- I swaggered out of the stall and pushed them out of my way so I could wash my hands. As I checked my make-up, I looked at them in the mirror and said, "I'm 24 fucking years old. I'm single because I am just starting a career; and unlike you I'm not trying to fuck every guy I come across to get someone to take care of me. I may be alone, but I guarantee when I do get married it will last a whole lot longer than your 20 minute marriage." Then I strolled out of the bathroom without looking back. I went back into the reception wearing a smile for my friend, but sadness in my gut. Two years later... "Mojo I want you to come to dinner at the house. You hardly ever come by anymore and your god daughter wants to see you. She's always asking for her Mojo." I sat back laughing as Mel called me by my childhood name she'd given me. My name is Monique Jones so cleverly she took the first two letters from my first and last name to come up with Mojo. Now her little two year old monster was running around yelling Mojo and I found I couldn't love her more. "Fine, I will be at your house at 6 pm on the dot for dinner, but please no set ups this time. The last guy kept looking at my braces as if I was some kind of freak. Adults get braces too, damn!" We disconnected the call before I realized she hadn't actually agreed there wouldn't be anyone there for her to set me up with. I knew how she could be, but I made up my mind, I was going to see my little squirt, eat dinner and then leave. I rang the doorbell a little after 6 and I heard little feet running towards the door and a small voice saying, "Mama, can't reach, hurry." As soon as the door was open a little blur jumped out and flew into my arms. I felt little arms wrap around my neck and start to squeeze. She was closer to four years old and speaking very well, but there were some things her little vocabulary didn't quite get out. "Mojo where you been? I learned to count, wanna hear?" Before I could say yes or no I heard, "One, two, free, foah, fi." She gave the biggest smile I'd ever seen and I was in love all over again. "Honey don't you mean three?" "That's what I said mama, free." I smiled at her and carried little Joanna inside. She chatted along like so many little ones do and I didn't hear half of what she said, but I did catch "Unk James was there and she loved to ride his back." We walked into the dinning room and suddenly I wished I'd changed clothes after work. I spend a lot of time crawling around floors fixing computers and printers and I'd come right over after work. I'd only had time to clean the dirt off my face and wash my hands. The one time I didn't look halfway decent there is a hot guy sitting at the table talking to Mel's husband Danny. I could see how much the two looked alike. Both were taller than my 5'5" height and with nearly identical chiseled features. Dan had sandy blond hair with sky blue eyes. He had that all American football player look, except his muscle tone was more like a swimmers. The person he was talking to had black hair and the same blue eyes. He was too beautiful to be single, so I just walked in and gave Dan my usual greeting and sat down. I was introduced to James and little Joanna leaped out of my arms and ran to his. I was about to say something when this blond bombshell walked in and walked over to James to give him a kiss and sat down. It was just as I thought. He was engaged to be married when his fiancé caught sight of me her smile dropped. I felt like a leper or something. I got through dinner that night and escaped quickly saying I had to work early the next day. I gave my little Jojo a hug and kiss and she happily slobbered down my cheek in her little girl kisses. When I got home I took a shower and stood in front of the mirror naked. I hadn't had a date since I got the damn braces. They made me look more like 16 instead of 26. For the first time in my life my skin was a smooth brown color and I was no longer fighting the battle with acne. My hair was mine, and it ended right between my shoulder blades. People always commented on my eyes, asking if my lashes were real and if my eyes really were black, until they got close and saw the dark brown hue. I was a little curvy. My breasts were small, but they were perky; my waist was small even though I had a small pouch to my belly, and my hips flared out just to add a little more weight to my butt. I wasn't perfect but I wasn't a monster either. I thought about the story my great grandmother told me when I was younger. She was full bloodied Muskogee and said with great pride, "Our people come from wolves, one day you will meet the mate of your heart and his love will burn for you brightly. You will want mark him as your own and he will want to mark you too. This is the way it has always been. Your mate will find you when it is time." I lay in bed alone thinking of what she said and hating this time of night; the time when the loneliness crept in and took over. The time when I didn't want to dream about someone lying next to me because in the end it would make me feel lonelier. Some days I wanted to cry at my inability to meet someone, but in the end I would just switch my thoughts to my side projects. I was a part time florist when I had time. Usually I would do events for my friends and I also worked more around the holidays. It was one of my passions. In one job I held a screwdriver and in the other cutting shears. I was a complex woman, a woman men didn't want to get to know. I wasn't needy enough; I made my own money, had my own place, and drove my own car. My reoccurring thought was men want an independent woman until they meet one... I went to bed dreaming of him again. A similar, if not the same dream, for the past 6 months. I was walking down the aisle, only this time I was the bride and all eyes were on me. I felt someone staring at me and it made me get chills all over, but it was the excited chills. I looked up to see him, but I couldn't make out his face. I only knew he was tall, muscular and white. That shocked me because I'd never dated a white guy before. It was just a dream anyways, it didn't really matter. I woke up the next morning and because it was Saturday I got ready to go out to the flower shop. I combed my hair down and took the time to curl it a little and put on a little lipstick. I dressed in a pair of fitted jeans and a top to show off what little curves I had. I put on some slip on heels and went out the door coffee in hand. The little shop belonged to my mother and she left it to me when she died. I still have the little rocking chair sitting in the window of the shop, hoping one day I will sit there with my little girl and teach her about flowers. I got to work opening windows and watering flowers. I turned on my mp3 player and started to sing and dance around while I started on the orders I had set for the day. At 10 I unlocked the doors to welcome any business that might come my way. I heard the old fashion bell ring from the door but most of the people were regulars and had caught me singing and dancing before. I spun around to see a stranger, and I dropped the watering can on the ground. I picked it up and turned the music down. Smiling I turned to him and said, "Welcome to Honeybee's." He was gorgeous. Standing about 6'2" with a muscular frame, I'd say like a football player. He had long black hair and eyes so dark I could have sworn they were black. His skin was tanned from time spent out in the sun and even though his eyes were so dark they sparkled with laughter. He started talking and after a few moments I realized I was staring and hadn't heard a word he said. "I'm sorry... what?" "Hello, my name is Braden. I hear this is the best place to get a flower arrangement. I was told every arrangement is unique and if I catch you on a good day you can do it while I wait." I thought for a moment, I could have been busy with 10 weddings and some other event and I would have stopped to do whatever he wanted. I went to my notepad and started asking the usual questions. "Who are they for?" "Mom" "What is the occasion?" "Birthday" "What kind of flowers are you looking for?" "Something different, exotic, nothing ordinary like red roses" "What is her favorite color?" "Green" "Where are they going?" "To her house" I looked at him and saw the laughter ready to burst, but I beat him too it. He looked at me in a way that I'd never seen before and he said he would be delivering them. I pointed to the cards and told him to pick out what he liked and I got to work on the arrangement. I pulled out some green spider mums and bright orange stargazer lilies and made the best arrangement to date. By the time I was done he was singing my praises and he promised to return. I secretly hoped he would ask for my number, but he didn't. Oh well, as the song says, another one bites the dust. I went about my day taking orders for upcoming events and just as I was about to close up shop the door opened and suddenly there was something wrapped around my legs. I looked down to see my little Joanna with her beautiful grey eyes full of tears. I picked her up and carried her to the rocking chair and sat with her head against my chest waiting for her to tell me what happened. "I was playin' with 'nother gurl and Unk James say time to go. I wanted stay at the park and play. He gots me and we went to the car and he said we was late and couldn't get ice cream." The little tears came faster and faster. I carried JoJo to the little fridge in the shop and pulled out the last Popsicle I had saved just for the little brat in my arms. The door opened again and I thought it was James so I turned holding her up and said, "Aren't you missing something?" I heard a laugh and then a voice rumble, that's when I saw him again. Braden. "She's not mine, but she's so cute I just may ask to keep her." I started to speak when I heard a little voice say, "Who's you? You know my Mojo?" "Mojo?" "Yes honey, he knows me. Now where is your Uncle James? Didn't he bring you here?" The door opened again and James walked in with his bombshell. She looked at Braden like her panties were going to melt off. I passed Joanna back to her uncle. I didn't want to be rude, Braden had gotten there first. I looked at him and asked if there was something wrong with the arrangement. He shook his head, "No. I told you I would be back. I did forget one thing while I was here earlier. I know its late notice, but are you free for dinner tonight?" I was shocked. Just like with all hot guys I assumed there was someone he was anxious to get back home too. I looked over at James and saw the smile on his face. Beside him his blondie was shooting me daggers with her eyes. I really did have plans that night, but nothing so serious that I couldn't go out to dinner with a really hot guy. "I would like to go to dinner with you. Could you give me some time to go home and clean up? It's about 4 o'clock right now. I can be ready around six if that's ok? How should I dress?" "Six works fine for me. Dress is causal; something similar to what you have on would be fine with me. I'll see you later." I wrote down my address and handed it to him and gave him one last smile before he walked out the door. I turned to James and his fiancée Katie to find out what they were doing in my shop at closing time. They'd come to ask me to do the flowers for their wedding. I asked them to fill out a question sheet for me so I could get a general idea of what they were looking for and let them know they could email or fax it back to me if they preferred. I went home super excited about my date. It was my first date in months. People kept saying how pretty I was or that I was beautiful, but I hadn't been able to get a date for months and I'd lost nearly all hope of ever dating again. I jumped in the shower, trying to focus on cleaning, but I kept thinking about those dark laughing eyes staring back at me. I got cleaned and dried off while I tried to decide what to wear. I slipped into a pair of blue jeans and a yellow spaghetti strapped shirt with some heels to complete the outfit. I curled my hair again and applied some lip gloss and mascara. When I was done I heard the doorbell ring. I took a deep breath and opened the door. Standing there with a big smile was Braden. He looked really good wearing blue jeans and a green shirt. "You look really nice. I'm glad you could join me for dinner. Is there anything you don't like to eat?" "Thank you. I'll eat almost anything. What did you have in mind?" "Well I'm a big man and I like to eat so I was thinking about a steak. How's that sound to you?" "I'd say it sounds fine to me." He opened the door for me and I took a step up into his truck. We made comfortable small talk on the way to the restaurant. I learned that he was a high school teacher and coach. He taught classes and coached football. He was 31 years old and his family moved to Florida when he was a teenager. We exchanged a lot of small first date info and I had a great time. He was impressed by the fact that I ordered a steak as well and not a salad. Before I knew it hours had passed and people were filtering out of the restaurant. He paid the bill and we left. On the way home he asked me about little Joanna and I explained about her being my god daughter and her being my Jojo and me being her Mojo. When we got to my door we continued to talk and I really wanted him to kiss me. I'd felt this pull all night. When he finally did it reminded me of those cartoon characters with steam coming out of their ears. My toes curled and my arms went to his hair, it had come loose and I wanted to run my fingers through it all night. When the kiss ended he smiled and said he would give me a call the next day and then he left. The next few days were filled with phone calls from him and work. The conversations went long into the night and he asked me out again. Soon weeks had gone by and we'd gone on several dates and were still talking on the phone for crazy hours. Women would stare at him when we went out and they would give me looks like they were wondering what the hell he was doing with somebody like me. I didn't let it bother me because he was out with me. A few weeks and several dates later I was having a great time with Braden. He made me laugh, smile, and incredibly horny. I thought about him constantly, sometimes it felt as if I would overheat with the thoughts I'd had of him. I thought about him shirtless, then in just underwear, and then naked and I got very excited. Our kisses were longer and more heated and I hoped he would make a move, but so far he hadn't. I went over to Mel's house one Friday to talk about it. I wasn't sure if I was doing something wrong. I'd never tried to seduce anyone so I really needed some help. Once I started having sex I knew what to do, but in previous encounters the man always started everything. I knew what I wanted but didn't know how to say it. Danny opened the door with his usual smile and I waited on the little big girl to come flying out at me and into my arms as usual. This time I got a laugh from Danny saying she was with her Uncle James for the day. I walked into the house and Mel came down the stairs looking like a super model as usual. I'd always wondered why she didn't want to become a model. "Hey Mo, how are you today?" "I'm fine hun, are you ready to go?" "I'll be ready in just a minute I've got to find my purse. You go on to the car and I'll be right out." I still found it funny that "I've got to find my purse" still meant "I have to make out madly with the man in my life." It's always been like that for as long as I could remember. She's the kind of woman that has lojack on her purse so I knew I would be waiting a few minutes for her to kiss her husband and pretend like she was actually looking for the bag. We went to several stores that day and looked at a bunch of stuff. Some of it was either too trashy or too virginal. I needed something with a happy medium that would make him want to drop his pants. We came across a small store in Winter Park and I never would have thought it to be a lingerie store. As soon as I walked in I saw exactly what I was looking for. It was a purple Brazilian lace baby doll nightie. I'm a slightly curvy woman, sporting hips and a small waist, I'm not very busty but I have to show that I am a woman. I just knew the purple would go with my chocolate brown skin and I was very excited to try it on. I felt the lace slip over my body and I turned to look in the mirror and my mouth dropped open. My waist looked impossibly small and my breasts more full. I felt incredibly sexy. I changed back and was excited about the night of seduction I had planned for Braden. Mel and I spent the rest of the day shopping for shoes and other nice things. I dropped her off at home and little JoJo met us at the door. "Hey Ma! Hey Mojo!" We both said a hello and got a hug. Then she gave us this look like she wanted to ask something but she was afraid to. That curious look little children give. "What is it JoJo? What do you want to ask me? You know you are my favorite niece and you can ask me anything." Rolling her little girl eyes and with the cutest giggle she said, "Mojo what does cheatin' mean? I heard Unk James gerfwend say, 'I'm alweady cheatin on James I don't know if I can steal his money too.' She sounds different though. Why do she sound like cawtoons and then like a big girl? I asked Unk James, but he never answered my question." I sat there shocked for a minute unsure of what to do. I looked at Mel and couldn't say anything. That's when we heard the yelling. "You fucking whore! My niece came to me and asked what cheating was and told me what was going on. Get the fuck out of this house now!" Mel responded calmly as if nothing ever happened. I was about to say goodbye and go home, but what she said stopped me. "I knew he should have met your first. We wanted you two to meet and get to know each other. We were sure you two were going to hit it off and then we found out about her. You two would have been a perfect match, but I'm glad you've found someone you like. Why don't we go inside and deal with this. I don't want to face it alone." No Longer Alone I saw the look on Mel's face change to her battle face and when she was in fight mode you either stood by her or got out of the way. James stood there yelling and his Barbie flew into a fit. She called Joanna a little liar and demanded that she be punished. I could see Mel was about to lose it so I stepped in to stop my best friend from going to jail. "Look. She doesn't understand what lying is yet. She repeats a lot of what she hears because she is a little girl." "No Mojo, I'm big girl now." "Sorry Sweets, she's a big girl now and I dare you to put your hands on her. I dare you. I've been known to whoop a bitch and will gladly do it right now. Sorry, JoJo baby, will you go to your room to play for a little while? Mommy and I will be up soon to play too." She smiled and skipped to her room and again all was right in her little world. "I hate gold digging bitches like you. That little girl told me what you said and I believe her so you can kiss my ass and get the fuck out of my sight. I got a bat in the car waiting on you bitch. Try something." She looked as scared as she should have been in that moment but turned and looked at me and said the most cliché thing in the world. "This isn't over; I'm going to get you for this." James sat quiet the entire time until her final words. "This is over and if you try to hurt my family in anyway I will make you pay. Get the fuck out here before I call the police to say you are trespassing." She scurried out of the house and I heard her car pealing out of the drive way. It was then I heard the itsy bitsy spider being yelled. Who knew such a little child could create such noise? I still had a night to get ready for and I felt the nerves coming back full force. I kept thinking "what if he doesn't find me attractive." I'm not a size 2, but then again he knew that. I was a little extra curvy but I didn't look bad. I went home to shower and then relax in the steaming hot bath tub. Using my favorite rose scented oils I lay there feeling the craziness of the day drift away. Seven p.m. was rapidly approaching and I needed to get dressed to be ready for Braden. Every time I saw him he took my breath away. Thinking about him made my heart skip a beat. I know Mel would say I was falling for him but it had only been a month, it was impossible to fall for someone that quickly. Wasn't it? I pushed those thoughts from my mind and started to get dressed. I wore a rose one sleeved mini dress. I matched it with white gold jewelry and black peep toe pumps. I curled my relaxed hair, put it half up and half down and swapped purses, then I was ready to go. At 6:55 the doorbell rang. Taking a deep breath I opened the door and all the oxygen left my body. He was incredibly sexy in black slacks and a green shirt. I stared at him, mouth gaping open, thinking about blowing off dinner and dragging him into my bed. I squeaked out a hello and suddenly his lips were on mine. I could feel the heat spreading throughout my body and the dampness in my panties. All too soon the kiss was ended and I was being pulled out of the door. Dinner was fantastic. Nothing too fancy, but it was very good. I took him to a restaurant owned by one of my friends. It's hard to get a reservation because they are always so busy. I'm not apart of the whose who crowd, but this is the place they try to get into on a Saturday night I excused myself after eating because, dammit I had braces and needed to make sure I was still presentable. I checked myself and decided that I passed and started walking back to the table. When our table was in sight I saw a blond woman sitting in my chair and that bitch was trailing her finger across Braden's chest. She leaned in to kiss him and I saw red. I was like a bull in a china shop. Somebody was going to get broken, but I wasn't sure who just yet. I stormed to the table ready to throw down when I saw Braden push her away. His face scrunched up into a frown and I had no idea what he said, but I knew the woman at the table was pissed. She stood up, pushing over the chair as I walked over to stand next to Braden. He was mine even if he didn't know it yet, and his pushing her away sealed that for me. His eyes grew wide as he saw me approach him and I went right for the napkin to wipe his lips where that nasty bitch kissed him. I turned to look at the woman and it turned out to be Katie, James' now ex fiancé. As shocked as I was I was even more pissed off. I wanted to choke this bitch and I would have if Braden hadn't snaked his arm around my waist. "I thought we had a conversation earlier today. Do you need assistance with something else?" "I don't need anything from you. I just saw him hear sitting alone and thought he might like some company." I wanted to wipe the smile off her face but I held back. "You know you shouldn't leave such an attractive man alone. You could lose him to someone more attractive than you. I'm not sure why he wants you anyway when he could have me." With a smile I said, "I find that funny because his arm is wrapped around me so I don't beat the shit out of you. Don't get it twisted, I really want to hurt you, but because he doesn't want me to I won't. This man thinks I'm very attractive and if he didn't he wouldn't have pushed you away. Yeah I saw that. If you are done we are leaving now." Braden got up and as we turned to leave I signaled the hostess who had Katie removed from the restaurant. She would officially be blackballed and what's even better was she didn't know I had the power to do that. On the way home from the restaurant I thought about the words of my great grand mother. I wanted him to be mine, I wanted to claim him and let the world know he was mine, but did he feel the same? I had no idea if his heart was the mate to mine, but I wanted to find out. We got back to my house and I invited him in claiming I had something to show him. I quickly let my hair down and ii fell in between my shoulder blades. I quickly changed into the purple baby doll nightie and heels and walked into the living room where Braden was passed out on the couch. I kicked off my shoes and gently shook him to wake him up. His eyes barely opened and I helped him to my bedroom. I undressed him down to his boxer briefs and took in every inch of his body. His body was hard muscle, but there was a softness to him that made him comfortable to lean into. I turned off all of the lights and made sure we were locked in and climbed into bed beside him. His arm reached out and wrapped around me pulling me close to him and with a sigh he fell back asleep. I was having that dream again. The one where I woke up and Braden was in between my legs licking my pussy, panties pushed to the side and his tongue stroking my clit. I just lay back and enjoyed the dream. I usually woke up before I came so I decided to just ride this out as long as I could. My pussy was flowing and I felt suction and I looked down to see him latched on to my clit while his fingers stroked into me moving upward reaching for something, but I wasn't sure what. Suddenly I felt something different, it was kind of odd at first and then it happened again and my body jumped off the bed. I was feeling new sensations that I'd never felt sleeping or awake. My body tensed all over I grabbed the sheets and pulled as my body strained with pleasure. My foot started to shake and that had never happened before. I looked down to see Braden's dark eyes staring back at me as he pulled back and bit me on the inner thigh while the most powerful orgasm I've ever had crashed over me. It was so intense I lay there and began to cry, unable to move. I realized this time wasn't a dream. Braden came up and swiped my tears away. Leaning down to kiss me I could taste myself on his lips. He'd turned on the lamp in my room and I could see him clearly. It was still dark outside. "I woke up in an unfamiliar bed so I turned on the light to find you here wearing this. I'm sorry, but I could not resist. I've wanted you since the first time I saw you in the shop and it's getting harder and harder to hold myself back. You better be sure this is what you want." I looked up into his dark eyes and with out blinking or turning my head, I reached for him. I wanted him in my bed, in my life, I just wanted him. "I want you too. I want you to touch me, and kiss me. I want to feel your hands on my body. I want you to be mine." I wanted to wear his mark and show others who I belonged too. I couldn't figure out where those thoughts were coming from, but the words kept repeating in my head, "One day you will meet the mate of your heart." In that moment everything made perfect sense. I was in love and the thought of that filled my heart with both fear and joy. I felt him nuzzling against my neck and decided to push the heavy thoughts for another time. This was the first time I would feel his strong body against mine and I couldn't wait. I was so wet from his earlier attentions that I wanted to skip anything else and feel him deep inside of me. Watching him undress was the greatest gift I'd ever received. He wasn't complete muscle, but he was big and strong. I could feel the heat of his body burning into mine. The thought of him pushing into my body overwhelmed me. Crawling back onto the bed, he looked as if he were going to devour me and I began to shake in anticipation. I waited as patiently as I could for him to touch me and he didn't disappoint. He traced the outline of my tattoos making me shiver even more and because kissing me on the forehead, nose, and then finally my lips. Every time he kissed me I felt like he was burning himself into my soul. I'd never experienced this before and it was all so new to me my heart thumping wildly in my chest, the excitement of what was coming but a nervousness too. He kissed me and my body started to tremble. Holding me tighter I felt him probing against my wet entrance. I was beyond ready to feel him inside of me. Lifting my hips just a little was enough for him to slip inside of me. I opened for him and felt a fire burning inside of me. He continued to surge inside until I felt his pubic hair against me. We lay like that until I couldn't take it anymore; I needed to feel him moving within me. I started to lift my hips up and down and he looked like he was barely holding on. He growled at me and grabbed my hands in his and held them above my head. His fingers laced in mine and he leaned in to kiss me and started to move his body against mine. He surged in and out in short powerful thrusts and then changed to long slow thrusts; each one more intense than the last. His body moved against mine causing a friction against my clit and I felt the tremors start deep in my body. It really did freak me out because I'd never felt something so intense before. I'd felt great, but never this great. I felt him twist his hips and my mind stopped functioning. We spent the day in bed exploring each other only getting up to eat and use the bathroom. In the end we had to take separate showers because we couldn't keep our hands to ourselves. After seeing him naked I wanted to keep touching him and finding more spots that turned him on. Braden was the most amazing man I'd ever been with in every way. It all just seemed too good to be true. I think I was more nervous now that we fully committed to on another. This was a new place for me. A full blown committed relationship with someone I could see spending the rest of my life with. All I could think now was, Monique don't fuck this up. Days turned into weeks and weeks into months. I introduced Braden to my friends and my little JoJo. She loved him. Every time she saw him her grin would turn into a full blown smile and she would say, "Airpane airpane." He would life her up and spin her in the air. One day I started to imagine him doing the same with our children and it really freaked me out when I realized what I was thinking. There was no way he was thinking the same thing. I was really rushing things a bit. We lay in bed at his beautiful lake front home and he turned my face up towards his and looking into his eyes I couldn't stop the words. "I love you." Before I could say or do anything else he kissed me and looked into my eyes as he said, "I love you too." I was glad I said it; I really did love him and for some reason forever started to seep into my thoughts. It was now March and a very cute little girl was turning four. Mel, Joanna, and I dressed up in our princess gear and went to McDonalds. She was so excited in her little pink tiara and too big princess heels. She went up to the man and ordered her food. Soon she was off and I went after her as Mel paid for our food. She ran to a man and gave him a huge hug and started saying airpane. I looked to see Braden with a beautiful woman with stunning gray eyes. She looked to be of mixed heritage like coffee with a lot of creamer. Her hair was a light brown and that mixed with her eyes was a bit startling. She was absolutely beautiful. I looked down and noticed a little boy whose hair was as dark as Braden's and his eyes the same grey as the woman. I stood there shocked, not really sure what to say. I grabbed JoJo and started to turn away when he grabbed me and gave me the kiss of a lifetime. I wanted to kick him and run. Never talk to him again. He was sitting here having food with the prettiest woman I'd ever seen in my life. My heart was breaking as I stood there. I couldn't believe he would do this to me. Why did I start to doubt? Why didn't I trust him? Did she know about me? So many questions rolled through my mind and I realized I couldn't just run. If this was the worse then I was ready to kick its ass. "Hey sweets, I want you to meet my twin sister Ayden." I knew he had a twin, but I almost expected them to look more a like. I knew she got a boys name because they thought his mom was having twin boys so she picked boy names, but I hadn't known that this bombshell was his sister. I looked down at the little boy offering some of his fries to Joanna, which she took happily. I looked back and forth between the two and she smiled at me. "I know we don't look the same, but believe me he is my brother. So you must be Monique. My brother was just telling me about you." "It's a pleasure to meet you Ayden. I've heard so much about you. Mel, this is Braden's sister Ayden." "Hello, I'm not sure if Monique mentioned her birthday party in a few weeks, I hope you will be able to attend. Children are welcome because we will have a room for them set up so they can go nuts. I do hope you can make it." Mel and Ayden took over the conversation from there. I just sat in the seat looking at Braden and wondering how I got to be so lucky. Holding hands we sat quietly blocking the world out.