“What do you think about the name Levi if it’s a boy and Charity if it’s a girl?” Tucker asked in all seriousness.
I paused for a moment, contemplating his comment. “Hmm, naming our baby after a character in a book? Not a bad idea. What do you think my mom will think?”
“Umm, that’s easy. She’ll hate it,” he responded.
“Let’s do it,” I retorted without hesitation, causing us both to burst into roaring laughter.
I was so proud of Tucker. Once he made a full recovery, he approached his father and asked if he could have a team to help him build a beautiful and well-constructed building for the lower income families in the area. He said the idea came to him while in surgery and that he recalled it soon after waking. His father was so happy to have him back again that he agreed to his ideas, giving him all the freedom he desired. He had already touched many lives in the hospital with his story, now, with his new ideas, he was changing the world around him. And I loved him more today than I had ever loved him before.
It’s funny; I thought I had a lot of fixing to do to myself before I was good enough for someone. I know I surely wasn’t looking for love, but fate had another idea, and love found me when I wasn’t even looking for it. I guess I should say that Tucker found me, and he was mine, and I was his—Forever June.
Tucker’s POV
I couldn’t help but study June as she lay so peaceful beneath the tree, her now shoulder-length hair fanned out on the blanket around her. She was wearing a contented smile and her growing baby bump was only barely visible under her blue sundress.
She had not changed much since the fateful day of our first meeting almost a year and a half ago. She had grown more beautiful, if that were even possible. She was still addicted to coffee and sugar, but her clutter had lessoned and came into a healthy balance. She was now a successful artist, having had a profitable exhibit debut at the art gallery. As a result, her paintings were on display in many galleries in other areas.
I glanced over at Felix who was stretched out in an unnatural position on the blanket beside us. I still wasn’t convinced he wasn’t possessed. Perhaps this had something to do with his daily attacks on my newspaper (while I was reading it!) which scared me every time even though I knew to expect them. June didn’t believe me when I told her he would wink at me afterwards. So yeah, we still disliked each other, but I guess you could say that we had come to tolerate each other’s presence. This pleased June very much, so I guess it was worth the effort.
After our small wedding in Kennedy Park, I moved my things into her cozy cottage on the beach and that’s where we planned to stay until we outgrew it as our family continued to grow. She wanted six kids, I wanted two. I figured we’d meet somewhere in the middle, like always. Yes, life with my June was pretty sweet indeed. We had been given as second chance and we planned on making the most of it.
I pulled her into my arms and planted a seductive kiss on her luscious pink lips. As we snuggled intimately on the blanket canopied by the giant towering oak, we gazed at each other and chuckled, enjoying every moment of the rest of our lives together. I was hers, and she was mine—my Forever June.
About the Author
DeAnna Kinney, in addition to writing, loves to read, the color purple, Star Wars, decorating on a budget, and dancing while she cooks. She believes whole-heartedly that chocolates and a good book go hand and hand. And, having experienced it first-hand, believes utterly in the power of true love. She lives in North Carolina with her husband, three children, and a fish named Hector.
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