Welcome back! I must say this story is coming along quite nicely! I am falling in love with Jared & Angela. I am really enjoying writing them, & I sincerely hope you enjoy reading them as well. Today, I used Theresa’s prompt ” We are just getting started.” It wasn’t exactly a sentence starter, but who am I if I don’t rebel a little? 😉
Blue Haven, Part 3
The rest of the week carried on much the same. Jared and I would have breakfast, we took turns cooking, he even made eggs benedict which is another one of my favorite breakfasts, and I just kept falling harder and harder for him. We bonded a lot while working on the boat and spending evenings sitting on the porch. Today finally felt like November, it was still unusually warm for this time of year, but there was an autumn chill in the air.
Jared had requested some new bed linens and towels and I felt like a teenager who had managed to sneak into her crush’s bedroom. The sheets smelled like him, he had a copy of a book of poems by Robert Frost sitting next to his night stand, a Fossil watch, some loose change, and a leather bound journal. I was even swooning over the items he had on his nightstand! “Get a grip, Angela.”
My cell phone started ringing, bringing me out of my reverie.
“Hello!” I answered, cheerfully.
“Happy Birthday!” My aunt shouted through the phone. “How are things?”
“Great, but I have a question for you.”
“Uh oh, I know that tone….”
I chuckled. “Why haven’t you ever mentioned Jared to me?”
She laughed “My dear, sweet niece, because sometimes it’s good to just let things happen naturally, but I was hoping he would choose early November to visit. I’ve gotten pretty good at guessing when he’ll arrive.”
“You did this on purpose?”
“Well…” She said, her voice raising a few octaves higher than usual. “Yes and no. I hoped, but I didn’t know for sure, and I really did need to come spend some time with Kaitlyn.”
“How is she?”
She sighed. “I could kill Andrew for hurting my baby girl, but she’s doing okay considering.”
“Oh, please give her my love.”
“I will, sweetie. Now, tell me about Jared, do you like him?”
“Oh, Aunt Tara, he’s the sweetest, kindest, & most gentle soul I have ever met. I have fallen in love with him. I didn’t think it was possible to fall in love again after losing Nick, but there’s something about Jared, I feel like our souls have been connected for centuries. The moment our eyes met I knew he was different. I knew he was going to find his way to my heart & I’d never be the same.”
“Oh, Angela! I remember when I first met him, he was so polite, a true gentleman, and I thought to myself he’d be perfect for you. He saw your picture, the one on the bookcase. You’re wearing that blue dress, you have cake all over you because you & Kaitlyn had started that food fight at Gina’s birthday party.” We both laughed at the memory. “Your head was leaned back in laughter, you were laughing so hard, & everyone around you were looking at you with smiles on their faces.” She pauses for a moment, & I can hear her smile. “I could tell by the look on his face he was enamored, just as we all were. I told him the story & how your laugh is so real, & genuine, & great. He looked at me and said, ‘she’s beautiful,’ & I knew then I’d have to find a way for him to meet you.”
I placed my hand over my heart, “Aw, how is it possible for me to just keep falling for him?”
Aunt Tara chuckled, “I’m going to love having him for a nephew. Has he made you French toast yet?”
We continued to talk for another twenty minutes about Jared and my feelings for him, but what I hadn’t realized was that he had come back, and while he didn’t eavesdrop on our entire conversation, he heard enough. Enough to give him the confidence he needed, enough to hear my love in the tone of my voice, & enough to realize that it was my birthday. I had the best birthday of my life that year!”
I carried on about my day, there were many calls for reservations around the holidays, but Jared & I still had the place to ourselves, for which I was grateful. I was searching the pantry for something to make for dinner when I heard him enter through the front door. I walked out to greet him, but he made a mad dash up the stairs.
“Well, alright then,” I said to myself, making my way back in the kitchen.
I had just decided on what I was going to make and was about to start throwing things together when Jared bounded down the stairs. He rushed into the kitchen so quickly, he slid across the linoleum floor in his socks, & had to grab onto the counter to keep himself from running into me. He took the bowl from my hands and started putting all of the ingredients back in the pantry.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
“You’re not cooking tonight.”
“Okay, what are we doing?”
“Were you not going to tell me?”
“Tell you what?” He had me so confused.
He walked over to me, giving me that stern look that made me weak in the knees, but with a sly smirk that let me know he was being playful. He handed me an envelope, then turned on his heel and walked away.
I stood there for a moment, wondering what had just happened but then I heard him shout, “Just open the envelope, Angela.”
I had to chuckle, he already knew me so well.
Inside the envelope was a note. He had given me a hand written note, a forgotten art, but one that was full of romance, tears filled my eyes at the romantic gesture, & I hadn’t even read his words yet.
My dear Angela,
I learned that today is a very special day because it is this very day that God decided the world needed you among many of His greatest creations.
I realize our time together has been short, but the feelings I have for you are already so strong my dear, and I’d be lying if I said it didn’t scare the hell out of me. Thoughts of you consume my mind throughout the day and I can’t help but wonder what it would be like to experience certain things with you. I want to watch your reaction as you see your favorite band take the stage, I want to watch the sunset in your eyes, I want to dance with you beneath the moonlight. I want walks on the shore & picnics in the park. I want to stay up late & watch horror movies, I want it all, with you, Angela.
I may not have been your first, I may never get to experience any of your firsts, but sweetheart, I’m begging you to give me all of your lasts.
I have something special planned on this special day, so get ready sweetheart, we are just getting started.
Happy Birthday, sweet one!
To be continued……
Kristian L. Weigman