Begin to Begin by Brown A.S

Author:Brown,A.S. [Brown,A.S.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2016-09-22T21:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fourteen

Marin

I decided to take the day off today. I didn't get home until late and there are a few things I want to take care of for Gwenn's going away party and I can do them from here. I also want to sit and think about everything. So much has happened in the past couple of weeks that it's been kind of like a whirlwind.

I brought my laptop outside and pulled a lounge chair under Benji's tree. I decided he deserves my attention today. As I sit here looking up party supply vendors on my computer I reminisce back to the day that we decided this was the house for us.

"Mar! Babe! Come out here and see this incredible oak tree," Benji yells from the backyard. I'm still inside checking out the cute but cozy kitchen with the realtor. It could use a little TLC but it's definitely livable.

As I walk out the French doors to the nice sized deck he has himself propped up on the tree like some male model from a calendar and I double over with laughter.

"Get down here and check this thing out!" I do as he asks and walk down through the yard to where he stand.

"It is a beautiful tree." It's probably the biggest Southern oak tree I've ever seen. Its trunk is at least three feet wide.

"You know what I see here, Mar, I see kids in this backyard. Maybe a dog. Birds flocking to this tree. We can hang bird feeders in it and plant flowers back there—" he points to the back corner of the lot "—it will be incredible." He pulls me into a hug and nuzzles my neck. "Maybe we can even have us some alone time under this tree." He waggles his eyebrows and I laugh.

"You're right, I love it all."

"So, are you sold? Should we make an offer?" I beam at him. His always happy demeanor can make the saddest person joyful.

"Yes! Let's do this!" He dips me back and kisses me deep on my lips and I can hear the realtor chuckling in the background. But I don't care. This moment with Benji is all that matters.

This is the first time a memory hasn't triggered tears. "Why is that, Benji? Have I cried all the tears I'm able to cry?" I look to my left at the branches of the stoic oak and notice my friend the hummingbird. He floats above the feeder then zips away, and before I know it, he is hovering again, this time facing me. He's still closer to the branch than me but ten seconds must pass before he zips away again. The crazy bird seems to appear when I need him the most.

I pack up what I was working on and decide to head back inside. I want to call Dalton or at least send him a message to make sure he got home OK and to see if we can meet sometime this weekend to talk. I

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