Spookychild’s writings

Later Brooke and he would go for walks, or just sit at the park. It was that week, the first time they had kissed. They had spent the day together, volunteering first, and then she had taken him up on the other side of the valley and showed him another view of the city. She had a cute little camouflage hat and shirt.

James hadn’t been able to focus on the view. He was staring at her instead. His arm was wrapped around her in a side hug. Finally she turned to him, “ you aren’t paying attention.” She said accusingly.

James smiled at her, sending waves of stomach twists. “Yes, I am paying attention to the most important thing on the earth.” And he turned and put his other hand on her waist. “You, country girl.”

She pouted, but allowed him to draw her into a hug. But she added. “It’s just I brought you up here. I thought you’d like to see the view.”

He pulled back to look into her face. “The view is stunning.”

She blushed. “I meant that,” She pointed to the valley below, “not me.”

“Oh, but that is just a city, you are my heart.” he whispered.

She bit her lip. “Why do you care about me so much. I am not that pretty, and my hair is frizzy and I can’t get my stomach flat, and my nose is too big, and …..” he put a finger to her lips.

“Brooke, you will always be perfect to me, and I love you the way you are.” And when he moved his finger he leaned down pressed his lips into hers, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her close. They had stood there for what seemed like an hour. 

Brooke fell to sleep. She dreamed of her babies; she was home alone, taking care of them, holding them, and kissing them.