After long hours of negotiation and the use of a very skilled tongue, he talked me into moving back to Jalapa, Indiana. The university offered me a permanent teaching position when the professor I was filling in for decided she wanted to stay at home with her new baby.
My kids were happy to see me happy. They liked Kohl and he was an amazing grandfather to my grandbaby.
My friend, Erika, dropped the phone several times when I explained I wouldn’t be coming back and the reasons why. She gushed with joyful tears for over an hour about how ecstatic she was that I had found my ‘lobster’, the woman really needs to stop watching reruns of Friends.
He proposed on New Year’s Eve, in the same room we shared all those years ago. We snuck away during the annual New Year’s Party at the Mayor’s Mansion, the party Ronnie continued to have every year.
Naked, on one knee and holding a perfect ring, “Tensanne Craig, I’ve worshiped you silently for twenty-years, begging every deity in the heavens for one more chance. I want to be the first thing you see when you wake-up, the last thing you touch when you go to sleep. I want your worries, your smiles, your laughs and your random thoughts. I fell in love with you when you were a girl and I’m still in love with the woman you have become I don’t want to waste another second of our life. I want to love you until the end of our days and beyond. Even in death, I will never let you go again. Will you marry me?”
We married on Valentine’s Day, my birthday, in a small ceremony at the mayor’s mansion all done up with pink and white. My mom, smiling with tears streaming down her cheeks, as my dad handed me off to Kohl.
My mom and dad got back together shortly after I moved back home. They both apologized repeatedly to me for not being there when I needed them. I didn’t need their remorse, there was nothing to forgive. I understood probably better than anyone how life throws you curves and if don’t learn how to bend, those curves keep swirling you in circles until they break you in half. I’m glad they found their way back to one another and found their forever.
I don’t know what became of Wren. I can only hope karma kicks his ass in the end.
There was never a potion to make me perfect. I held the magic inside me all along. A few drops a day helped me find the love within myself. Once I found that love, I could give it all to Kohl. Even though we lost what we had and a magical fairy told me I would never get it back, we found it again. Twenty years later.
THE END
THANK YOU!
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Did you enjoy the visit from Shayden? Just a little easter egg I put in there for all you Birthday Witch lovers. If you haven’t met Shayden you can find here in my debut release
Birthday Witch—Shayden and Luke’s story
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Princess Witch—Bryenna and Declan’s story
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About the Author
BILLIE DALE IS small town lady that lives in BFE Indiana. A little village that has absolutely nothing in it and is at least thirty-five minutes from the nearest Starbucks. She’s a coffee loving mother of four amazing children and a grandma to one feisty little red headed baby girl.
She spends her days talking to the voices in her head when she’s not fighting the battle of the bulge in her daily workouts. She’s an avid reader of romance, young adult and anything that sparks her interest.
She’s has been happily married to her very own version of a book boyfriend for almost fifteen years.
She’s been a reader since she could understand the words. Loving the adventure and being able to get lost in words. A year ago, the characters finally screamed at her long enough and she gave in to their demands. That’s how her first book was born.
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Acknowledgements
I WAS DEBUT author just a short time ago I’m humbled by the support I received. It honestly takes a village to get out there in this world.
This story is one that really hits home for me. Being bullied is no joke. Tensanne is modeled after myself and my daughter. Obviously, this is a work of fiction but I want this story to show my beautiful girls and any other women out there that you are fabulous just as you are. Someday my girls will be able to read these words and I want them to be comfortable in their own skin. Just because the haters of the world think you’re not perfect, screw them. Be you. Be strong. Own it.
I want to send a huge hug to all the bloggers that took a chance on a new author and continued to take a chance with this read. You seriously do keep the book world spinning with your love of reading.
Rachel Cagle, I have said it before and I will say it again, I would be lost in this world without your help. You have talked me down off that ledge, read and reread every time I became neurotic and you are amazing!
Cat Mason, Tobi Beaty, & Tina Morgan you have helped me beyond belief.
Thank you, Sybil Bartel, for telling me
