Coincidence or divine intervention??
~Slade’s Point of View~ When you have the same dream every single night of your life, it’s nearly impossible to wrap your head around it standing in front of you. I had to be hallucinating, maybe I died when I fell in the pond. That must be it. I hit my head on that downed tree and not my shoulder. “Fuck,” I groaned, as the woman in front of me examined my arm. That got my attention. “So? I’m sure this was a hell of a story,” she said, sniffing. “What the fuck that smell,” she continued, wiggling her nose. Don’t get hard right now Slade. Fucking Christ, please don’t. How could I not with her hands on me? Granted she was wearing purple gloves but still. Her cute little nose, she’s so expressive. When she speaks she does it with her whole face. Holly Anderson. My Holly. She was my Holly for nearly ten years. More than a third of my life. “It’s uhm, pond water,” I mumbled. She raised her eyebrow, the way I’d seen a thousand times. The way she always did when I did something
If you loved reading about Lukas, then you also got to know even more about Slade and Holly's relationship as teenagers. What happens when they meet again as adults and they're both single?? Holly is in a very unique position as she has the blessing of someone very important, working in Slade's corner. Can they overcome their past and have a future? How To Forgive is the story of regret, understanding and above all ... the idea that true love can stand against any obstacle! Please check out the final book in the Feisty series, now out and exclusively on Good Novel! ~Saree Bee Writer
~Lukas’ Point of View~BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP“Oh shit,” I mumbled, trying to get to my phone. I quickly saw that it was actually the third alarm, which was weird since I didn't hear the first two.Something was on me, holding me down. I quickly realized it was a female’s arm and I groaned. I hadn’t meant to spend the night, that always makes them think something more is brewing. For me, there’s never anything more. And that’s why I always try to get busy at their place, or a hotel. I used to bring chicks home all the time, but they started getting crazy. I had one just go and change the curtains, put up pictures of her family and that was a wake up call.I vowed years ago not to have any women outside of my actual family in my place. Too risky.“You’re leaving,” I heard, as I pulled on my pants.“Yeah I got a thing across town, I’m late,” I groaned, looking for my shirt.My band was currently off tour, but our manager was getting us into a bigger picture situation. Thanks to Slade
~Natasha’s Point of View~When meeting artists out in public I used to go all out, really dress up. Hair, make-up and all that. I wanted to look good next to them, especially as I got older. Well … father time creeping up into my life is what got me knocked up in the first place. It was like after I turned 30 my ovaries started fucking with me.I met Lukas on the sidewalk, just outside a hipster bar I’d never normally be caught dead in, and the way Lukas looked at it told me he felt the same.I took in his navy blue t-shirt with dark blue jeans with black Jordan sneakers on his feet. Not at all dressy, but he pulled it off well. His shaggy hair was kind of curly, still damp from the shower. He had it a bit shaved up on the sides. It was obvious he hadn’t styled it and I nearly caught myself wanting to reach up and touch it. He had the boy next door cute little vibe complete with dimples and if not for the reputation that seemed to walk a foot in front of him he’d be I dare say adorabl
~Lukas’ Point of View~I really had little interest in being a father, but seeing Tasha about to bring new life into the world was pretty cool. I’d asked her if I needed to call someone for her, but she insisted she had it under control. She even said I could leave her car at the studio tomorrow and she’d have someone get it. I’d have to get it cleaned for her, she had the same OCD I did and I knew it the minute she made a comment about getting her seat wet. I’d thought about it too but wasn’t about to point it out.It was like … I was super needed for twenty minutes and now, she didn’t need me. I shouldn’t care. I really shouldn’t. But it kinda sucked. It wasn’t even really that I wanted to see the baby, I just wanted to help her. It was clear there wasn’t a man here, and I really did wanna know why. Maybe she chose to keep a one night stand, maybe it was a bad break up. Either way, it sucked. She seemed ready though, like she had her life together. I wasn’t totally sure what to do
~Natasha’s Point of View~ “I just can’t get over how quickly you had him, that’s not common for your first pregnancy I don’t think,” Nadine said. I smiled down at my little baby Louie and pretty much ignored my twin sister. I rubbed his little soft patch of light brown hair. I was so in love. Any reservations I had, especially about doing this alone, were gone. At least for now, easy to say when I was still in the hospital. She’d been married for about nine years and had three kids so of course she’d been trying to tell me everything. Some stuff I did appreciate but for the most part I was ready for her to get the hell out. Our mom had passed when we were ten, and our father, who'd been like our hero, had a massive heart attack a couple years ago and didn’t make it. She was all I really had, though there were some cousins on the east coast. I wasn’t at all close to my aunts and uncles. “I just can’t believe you’re really going to do this alone, Tash. It’s really fucking hard. Lik
~Lukas’ Point of View~ I stared back at the door that had just shut in my face. I was fuming. She was absolutely out of her mind if she thought she was going to ruin my sanctuary with a screaming baby. No fucking way! When I moved in I bought three units and made them into one. I fork out a small fortune to pay for six parking spots when I only need three. I pay far more in HOA fees than anyone else. Not to mention I’d been here way longer than her. Surely the building owners would rather keep me happy. I stormed back to my place and took a hot shower, then ordered some lunch. While I ate I gawked at the far wall which was next to my bedroom and likely shared with her living room. It had always been so peaceful here, sometimes too quiet. There was no way in hell I could stand a freakin’ baby ruining that. It was Saturday but I still had some things to do at the office and it killed me to call it that. I had an office. So fucked up. But I had to keep reminding myself of the big pi
~Natasha’s Point of View~ Lukas messaged me multiple times after “the incident” and even left a couple voicemails. Good … just let him sweat! Yeah the last thing I needed was to be banging on HIS door at four am looking like a shiftless hobo in front of some hot little young thing with perky tits who looked freshly fucked. I hated to admit that the whole thing got to me, not her comment necessarily but just seeing him with someone. It was completely irrational, I more than knew his reputation. I more than knew how he felt about me having a baby. Don’t hope, you idiot. There’s no point. It's obvious what he wants. A paper thin, dime a dozen club girl. The very girls I hated in college, frat mattresses. I’d gained thirty freaking pounds having Louie and how much had I lost? Eight and a half pounds, exactly what he weighed! But that was another frustration. Nobody tells you that when you breastfeed and pump you’re fucking ravenous. I wake up sometimes ready to eat my hand off, I'm