His eyes finally adjusted to mine and he stalked towards me, casually rolling up the sleeves to his crisp white dress shirt to above his forearms. He had gone for just the classic look: white shirt tucked into his fitted black pants and rounded off with a thin black tie, utterly sinful. He boxed me in against the freestanding island and darted out a tongue to wet his lips and then looked deeply into my eyes, “Hi honey, I’m home,” he acknowledged through a grin. My heartbeat was still steadily accelerating as it often did when we found ourselves in that position. I brought my hands forward to loosen up his tie around his neck and opened the top two buttons of his shirt, exposing a smattering of chest hair that I loved so much. With one hand still connected to his tie, I pulled him towards me and just before our lips connected, I whispered into his mouth, “I’ve missed you today,” and then closed the distance between us, capturing each other’s mouths in an extraordinary welcome home kiss.
We continued on with our intimate embrace until we heard the garage door slam and Norah running into the kitchen yelling, “Ew! Oh my gosh, go get a room!”
“I agree, I didn’t come here to see that mushy shit!” Dean added.
Baylor was the first to break away but immediately leaned his forehead against mine, “I honestly don’t recall you being invited, Dean, so your opinion is moot,” he retorted, but then pushed off of me and flashed him a smile to assure him he was just joking.
“I think it’s cute actually, kinda romantic,” Norah added with a dreamy look in her eyes.
“Then why did you gross out when you came running in?” I asked, heading back to the noodles and giving them a quick stir.
“Hey, I’m twelve, speaking before thinking is a part of my everyday life. It happens…” She turned to look at me, “When will dinner be ready, Mom?”
My entire body froze, including my face, halting my smile in place. I was sure I hadn’t heard her correctly, did she call me Mom? I darted my eyes over to Baylor, who had almost the same expression on his face as I’m sure I had, confirming my suspicions. The onslaught of tears was mere seconds from spilling free. I looked back at Norah, who was none the wiser, as if her calling me Mom was a normal daily occurrence.
“Uh,” I finally was able to find my voice to answer her question. I cleared my throat and continued, “Dinner is almost finished, about five more minutes, ten at the most.” The rest of the house was eerily quiet and I wished that someone would start talking or the tears were really going to start flowing.
She shrugged a shoulder and a smile appeared on her face, “Cool, I love your cooking. Don’t get me wrong, Dad tries his best but it isn’t on the same level as yours.” She spoke as if she wasn’t just insulting her dad right in front of him. She began heading into the living room before pivoting on her foot facing towards me again, “Oh and Mom,” she paused, “thanks.”
I had to clear my throat once more before I could answer, “Anytime, Norah,” then she disappeared into the living room and sounds from the TV floated in from the other room. That one word, thanks, was all I needed. It reaffirmed that I was right where I was supposed to be in life. That thanks let me know that she was thankful in all aspects of her life, making her dad a whole person again, and bringing a motherly figure into her life that loved and cared for her without making it an obligation. I glanced back to Baylor who at that moment knew exactly how I was feeling.
Dean, Baylor, and I continued to stare at one another before we just burst out in laughter. The melodic sound filling our house was more than I could’ve ever hoped for in life. To think that these two men who were now constant fixtures in my life, just a few short months ago were nothing more than a distant memory. We would continue to make new memories while holding the ones of the past close to our hearts and never for a second letting them be forgotten.
Baylor came towards me once again, closing in the distance between us and placed a brief kiss on my lips. “I love you, Eden. The sooner I can make you Mrs. Jenkins the happier I’ll be. I know I’ve said this before, but it must be said again, you were always supposed to be more than just a memory and I’m so thankful we were given our chance.”
He said it absolutely perfectly, I didn’t think I could’ve said it better myself. But he wasn’t quite finished, “I’ve heard before that memories are referred to as treasures of the heart with the hopes that over time they won’t diminish. But with you, the memory never faded. You are my heart, my own personal Eden, my paradise on earth.”
About The Author
Amber is a stay at home mom currently residing in Southern Indiana with her husband and two beautiful daughters. If she's not shopping, going to concerts or on road trips, or having her nose stuck in a book, you'll often find her at the ball field watching one of the numerous sports that her girls are involved in.
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Acknowledgements
I always feel as if I’m going to end up either rambling on or leave people out, so here goes...
My family:Jarrod, Alexis, and Olivia- I say this each and every time but it still holds true. Thank you so very much for believing in me and continuing to stand behind my decision to write. I love you three to the moon and back!
Savannah Stewart: My traveling partner in crime. I am so very blessed and thankful that the Indie Community brought us together and that I can call you a friend. I look forward to our daily chats and I absolutely can’t wait to see what type of Shenanigans we can get into in 2015. Love ya girlie! #Gnomesaying
Annalisa Nicole: My author twin. Again, another home run for the Indie Community! I am so grateful that our love of books and writing has brought you into my life. Love ya lady and can’t wait to see your part of the US in February!
My BETA’S: Mayas Sanders, Savannah Stewart, Chelsie Leverette, Delisa Lynn, and Ashley Volk. Thank you so very much for your continued encouragement and support, I appreciate y’all more than you know!
Najla Qambar: Thank you for creating such an amazing cover! I absolutely love it!
Jen Akers: I am so thankful that I was referred to you and was introduced to your amazing editing skills! I hope to continue to work with you in the future.
READERS, AUTHORS, and BLOGGERS:THANK YOU SO MUCH for taking the time to read and review More Than A Memory and for taking a chance on Baylor and Eden! MUCH LOVE!