His Chance

Hailey - Chapter 2

I'm married. I'm Mrs. Chance Thompson. Wait, what? How did this even happen so quickly. After all, I didn't even know that this beautiful man even existed until a little over a month ago.

Let's see. The first time I even heard his name was when my sister told me that her husband Drew's cousin, and client, had gotten into some trouble and that is why she had to leave London by herself and return home from her trip early. I heard his story and saw his picture and I have to say I was instantly intrigued by him. It wasn't until a few days later, though, that Drew brought him home to North Carolina, and I actually met him, and that's when I started to fall for him.

I mean, what's not to love about him. He is absolutely gorgeous, let's just start with that. His dark hair and green eyes are an amazing combination, and his dimples, oh yeah, those dimples.  To be on the receiving side of his smile that involves those dimples is honestly one of my favorite things in life. And his sexy British accent, and oh yeah, the way he smells. And he's a gentlemen. The first time he met me he kissed my hand and a bolt of electricity went directly to my core. He's tall and athletic; he looks like a model for heavens sake. Having said all that though, the most attractive part about him is the man that was hidden inside that beautiful exterior. That's the man that I love.

Like I said, I was attracted to him right from the start. He was very friendly and a little flirty but honestly I didn't think that he would be interested in someone like me. After all, he's a famous British football player who could have any girl that he wanted, and believe me, he's had them. I certainly didn't think I was his type. I definitely wasn't. First of all, I had never once watched a single match of English Premier League football, so I didn't even know that what he really plays is soccer, or at least that's what we call it here in the States.

Also, I'm very conservative. I'm a Christian girl who loves the Lord. I haven't dated much; just a little bit in college. I had set the bar pretty high in what I was looking for in a man. I wanted someone to love me the way that my Daddy had loved my Mama and well let's just say that not one of the boys that I dated had measured up.  I was sure that Chance wouldn't even notice me. After all, I'm nothing like the girls he's used to being with. I'm a 25 year old virgin for goodness sake, I was most definitely not his type.

Yet somehow, we just hit it off. Honestly, I felt so close to him right from the start, as if I'd  known him my whole life. He gave me butterflies though. That's the thing. I was so comfortable around him yet so nervous too.  I immediately started having feelings for him that I'd never experienced in my life.

We've spent some amazing time together. We had a really great day in Santa Monica where he asked me to be his girlfriend. Our time together there was ruined by the paparazzi though and I wound up leaving and Chance flew back to London. We worked things out though; it turned out to be a huge misunderstanding. He promised me that I could trust him. He said that things were different with me, that he had feelings for me.

He was able to sort out his legal issues while in London and then he came back to the States with Drew to surprise me.  I even gave him the opportunity to change his mind about us when I shared with him my medical results that revealed that I'm carrying the BRCA1 gene mutation just like my Mama and older sister, Grace.  It's something I learned while we were apart and I wanted him to know this because of the painful experience that he already has had dealing with breast cancer in his life. I wasn't sure if he would want to be with someone like me who has such a high probability for contracting this terrible disease and I also needed to share with him the very real possibility that I may be having a preventative mastectomy someday soon to give myself the best chance to avoid breast cancer all together. I didn't know if he was up for such a complicated relationship and I feared he might not be. It turns out though that he really does love  me and wants to be with me despite my diagnosis. He came back to the States with Drew and we have  been together every day since then.

I don't know how to explain it but I just know he's the one for me. Knowing that my body has failed me and that I'm not always going to be as whole as I am right now has caused me to rethink some of my views on sex before marriage. Chance has been amazing about letting me be the one to set the parameters around our physical relationship. We have been so close in many ways  and it has been so exciting.  We've touched and kissed one another in the most intimate places of each other's bodies. We've been completely naked and showered together and have actually slept next to one another on a number of occasions. We haven't ever actually made love in the most literal sense though; I'm still a virgin as far as that goes. I know I want to be with him though. He's the one I want to give my whole heart and body to.  I've known that it would only be a matter of time until that's exactly what I did but Chance surprised me with a marriage proposal after us only knowing each other for about five weeks.

You see, he just resigned a football contract with his former team, West Ham, and will be returning to London soon. He told me that he cannot imagine his life without me going forward and even though I am unable to move to London with him now because of my Mama's illness, he wanted us to make the commitment to one another about our future. He wanted me to know just how much he loves me and wants to share his life with me. All of this has led up to this very moment right here, right now.  I am standing in my sister's living room, having just married this amazing man that I am completely and hopelessly in love with.

He has my hand and my heart and he just kissed me again and called me Mrs. Thompson. Yeah, I like the way that sounds.

"You look absolutely beautiful today, baby", he says to me. "Your mum's dress was a really good choice. Don't tell her, but it looks better on you".

I smile.

Just then, Felix and Grace walk into the living room, followed by Drew, the twins and Mama. Felix sees the two of us holding onto one another and kissing and says, "For fucks sake, get a room already you two". He's laughing. My sister slaps him and says, "Leave them alone, and watch your mouth ", as she points to the kids. She's laughing too. Felix apologizes.

Josh says to Felix, "That's a bad word. You said a bad word. You have to put a dollar in the swear jar". Everyone laughs. Felix pulls out his wallet and says, "I don't have a dollar. All I have is a $20".

Josh takes the $20 bill from him and says, "That's ok. I'll take that", and then he runs to the kitchen and puts it in the swear jar. Everyone continues to laugh.

"This wedding is getting more expensive by the minute", Felix says. "But seriously, I couldn't be happier for you brother", he says to Chance, "I wouldn't have missed this for the world".

"Thank you", Chance answers him back. "It means a lot to have you here".

"And this one", Felix says as he walks over and kisses me on the cheek, "you look beautiful, as always, Carolina. I promise I'll look after your boy whenever you're not around".

"Thank you.....I think", I say to him. "Honestly, I think he will be the one keeping an eye on you".

"True......but I promise he'll be ok", he says.

I smile.

"Well then, thank you, Felix. We'll look after him together".

"Yes ma'am", he says, "now let's get this party started", and that's exactly what we do.