Hello fellow readers! I just wanted to announce that I have a second book coming out soon :). For those of you who have enjoyed Fated Love you're going to enjoy Soulmates. I would love to hear any feedback as long as it's not rude. I know I have typos and plan to fix them later.
Soulmates so far has four chapters. I will be writing both books at the same time. I will do chapter for chapter, meaning I'll write a chapter for Fated Love and then one for Soulmates and so on and so on.
Stay safe this summer. Happy reading!
Shawn's POV Melanie and I installed cameras around the house. The police department has direct access to the feed, should there ever be an intruder while we're working, a car will be dispatched immediately. I'm not taking any risks of Greg showing up and harming anyone while I'm not there to protect them. It's been a few weeks and thankfully he hasn't tried anything. I came down for breakfast before work and Melanie wasn't in the kitchen. I look at Beth and she shrugs. She was swaying with Michael in her arms while warming a bottle to feed him. I look at Abbigail, she was eating her breakfast and shakes her head. I head back upstairs and find her sitting on the floor of her and Beth's bathroom. She had tears in her eyes, looking up at the sink. I spot a pregnancy test and take a look. It was positive and I sit next to her on the floor. She comes in my arms and lets out uncontrolled sobs. I rub her back in comfort and she lets out a calming
AbbigailI woke to Beth and Joyce's perfume. Melanie was still asleep, snuggled up at my back. Joyce kisses my forehead and gives my stomach a rub. I let out a relieved breath as their kicking calms down. "Sweetheart," Joyce asks with concern. "They've been kicking hard since we watched her shootout with Greg. I didn't get much sleep," I choke in a tired whisper. "Come here," Shawn says in a soothing whisper. Joyce helps me out of the hospital bed and Beth takes my place. I climb in on Shawn's left side and carefully lay on her chest. The moment her hand touches my stomach, the twins stop kicking and I let out a relaxed sigh. "Get some sleep," Shawn says in a soothing whisper as she rubs my stomach the best she could. "Don't overdo yourself," I choke in a sleepy whisper and hold her hand in place. "This is all I need." I wake to someone gently shaking my shoulder and look behind me at Jordan. She looked like she'd been crying all night. I look up and notice Shawn is sleeping. Jor
ShawnFor me, being a cop is easy. Living my life is what's hard. I was bullied my entire life because I was different from the others. It was bad enough that after high school my parents moved us so I could start over. I ended up joining the military, serving for a couple of years before getting discharged for nearly dying on duty. I went on a dangerous mission and it left me hospitalized for nearly an entire year. There were only two other survivors, but we didn't stay in contact. I went into the local police force and have been a cop for four years. You're probably wondering why I was getting bullied, but I'm not going to tell you, at least not for now. It's just not easy for me to talk about. I'm just happy the place I live now, people are more accepting for what I am.My family have noticed that I've been at my happiest that I've ever been and are happy for me. I know they are waiting for the day I bring someone home, but I just haven't found her yet. To be clear I'm a woman. An
ShawnShe wanted to see her parents and her sister so I took her over for lunch. Her parents wanted to meet me anyway. To thank me for saving her last night. She put my shirt on over the clothes my sister gave her, keeping true to her word that she was keeping my shirt.I had to admit, she looked hot in it. She rolled the sleeves half up her arm and left the top few buttons undone, revealing her clothes underneath. Her blonde hair cascaded down her back, draped over her shoulders in tight, bouncy curls. The clothes my sister gave her fit snug against her curves giving emphasis to her breasts and her buttocks. I pulled in her parent's driveway and helped her out of my car. She held my hand as we walked to the door and rang the doorbell. Moments later it was opened by her sister, Ashlee. "Promise kept," I say with a smile.She smiled at our joined hands and says, "Come in, our parents are waiting in the living room. Lunch will be ready shortly."We're lead to a waiting couple who smile
Shawn's POV It's been a week since Abbigail and I both confessed our feelings for each other. It's also been as long since the nightmares have returned each night. I had thoughts of calling her, but didn't want to disturb her sleep. I called my sister and my parents, but none of them were able to help me calm down so I could sleep, not like Abbigail. I was sitting in my bed, rocking myself unable to calm down from my nightmare and no one is answering their phone. I really don't want to bother Abbigail, but I'm scared to sleep. I pick up my phone and it was nearly two in the morning. I end up caving, needing to feel her in my arms and call her. To my surprise she answers on the second ring. "Shawn? Are you having trouble sleeping," she asks with concern in a tired whisper. "I haven't really slept all week and no one else can calm me down like you do. I really don't want to bother you, but I need you," I choke in broken sobs. "No one else is picking up and I'm scared.""Come over," s
ShawnSix weeks have passed since my grandmother passed away and I possibly knocked up Abbigail. She hasn't really shown any signs but she still hasn't gotten her period. She made an appointment with her obgyn and I was going to go with her. She'd already explained to her doctor about my condition and that it's possibly my baby she's pregnant with. I was on the phone with my mom, sitting at a light and letting her know I was on my way to pick up Abbigail for her appointment. My light turned green and as I drive forward a car slams into my door, running their red light. My car spun into the car sitting at the light and my mother's voice echoed through my car. "Shawn, honey, can you hear me," she chokes, scared."I've been hit. My head hit the steering wheel hard and I can't feel my leg. I need to get to Abbigail," I say in a disoriented tone. "I need to see her, I need to know if she's having my baby.""Your father is calling an ambulance. Where are you?""I'm on Downs Street," I say
AbbigailA week passed since Shawn had her accident and finding out I'm pregnant. In that week our families helped move me into her place and Shawn is finally able to come home. Being that her lower leg had the double fracture, she was able to get a walking boot and a set of crutches to move about. She wasn't able to drive and even if she could she has no car. Her mother was picking us up and bringing us home. I've left the hospital long enough to shower but went right back to be with Shawn. I'm still getting used to the layout at my place with Shawn and didn't want to be alone.Before we could go home we had my first appointment for the baby. It's where we're headed now and I'll admit, I'm nervous. I was sitting in the back seat with Shawn and she took my hand in comfort. She brings my hand to her lips and I let out a calming breath. "I'm sure the baby is fine," she says in a soothing tone and I nod uncontrollably. She takes me in her arms and I breathe in her calming scent. "I'm w
AbbigailOur families were sitting in our living room, waiting for our dinner to finish. Our sisters were taking turns drawing on Shawn's cast. Our fathers were off in a corner talking about their common liking in sports and cars. Our mothers were in the kitchen and I was relaxing in my big chair.I was snuggling with my favorite teddy bear, trying to breathe passed the nausea. "Here sweetheart," Joyce says softly, placing a cup of tea in my hands. "It's an herbal tea, to help with the nausea.""You're too good to me," I say in a wavering whisper and she laughs. I take a sip of the warm liquid and and feel the nausea die down. "Thank you.""You're welcome," she says softly and sits next to me in my chair with my legs in her lap. "Shawn is sleeping. I think the pain killers are finally kicking in.""Good, let her sleep," I say quietly. "I know she's worried about me. I may not be able to see, but I can hear it in her voice.""She loves you Abbigail," Joyce says softly as I sip more tea