(DISCLAIMER: This story is fiction unless otherwise stated. I do not own the rights to images in this story. This story also has no bearing on the real lives of anyone in this story. Again, it's all fiction. No character changes will be made.)
A/N- I write my stories completely before publishing them. As this story progressed a perfect opportunity came up for a second story. I do not want to do a sequel so there will be a bonus story attached to the end of this one.
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~Xyla's Point of view~
My name is Xyla (Zyla my mom wanted me to be different.) Spensley. I am twenty-five years old. I am a mom of two incredible kids. Sophia is nine, and Austin is seven. I'm not married, but I have been with my boyfriend for ten years. I was fifteen, and he was seventeen when we met. I had Sophia at sixteen and Austin at eighteen.
Matt and I have been happy. We have made it through a lot; We were both young parents. We lived with his parents when we first had Sophia. My parents wanted me to have an abortion when I found out I was pregnant. His parents wanted me to keep it. I wanted to keep it. So, they moved me in with them.
Matt proposed to me two years ago. Every time I try to bring marriage up, he shuts me down. He still comes home, and our sex life hasn't changed. That has always been amazing. I have never complained about that. After Austin, I did go on birth control. Matt would have lost his mind if I didn't.
Matt went to college and got a good job. I didn't go to college because we had kids. I work at a local gas station. I go in after I drop the kids off at school, and I am off in time to pick them up. Matt carries health insurance on us all. I work to have something to do. Matt doesn't like it. He would rather I stay home. I got bored when the kids started school.
I don't mind taking them to school or dropping them off. There is a fifth-grade teacher that is hot as hell. I don't know his name or anything about him. I just know that he is sexy as hell. He is probably six four or six five. Perfect teeth, and I bet the man has a six-pack under his t-shirt.
I know better than to say I think someone is cute. Matt isn't controlling, but he doesn't want to know if I find another man attractive, so I keep it to myself. I don't check men out constantly, but that man is hard not to notice. Matt has no problem telling me he thinks another girl is pretty. There is a difference between matt and me besides the obvious. He is six-three, maybe one hundred and sixty pounds. He has some muscle but not a lot; I'm five-two and two hundred pounds.
Matt has never said a word about my weight. I assume if he had a problem with it, he would have said something. I mean, it has been ten years, and I have never been skinny. Never. I hear the bell ring, which means Mr. What's his name is about to come out.
I watch as he walks out and takes his place at the first circle on the pavement. I let my eyes linger on the masterpiece in front of me. I jump when the second bell rings, letting us know the kids would be coming out.
