Rain. I love the rain. I love winter. The snow. The chill. And the hot chocolate Mom would prepare for us. I could bet my whole life on this. My mom made the best hot chocolate in town . . . no, in the whole universe. What else would one want on a nice rainy Sunday afternoon? Mom preparing hot chocolate for us, while Dad would be teasing Mom. My brothers were somewhere around the house- Eyal was probably constructing that treehouse of ours, the roof had been leaking these past few days. Damien must be in his room studying for his finals and Nathan is with his wife. They had come over to the house for the traditional Sunday lunch.
Nathan got married last year, to Natasha. She is such a sweetheart. I wonder how she got stuck with my loser brother. And now she is pregnant. I'm soon going to be Aunt and there's still the fact that they nominated me as the godmother. I'm so excited. Nathan told me that he had also found the godfather but he said that it was a secret. That he was going to tell us once the guy would come to town. One thing was clear, the godfather was not in town right now and no matter how much I tried, even investigated on my level, I wouldn't be able to find out. Not unless Nathan tells me.
Even Eyal is engaged, to Marylin. His high school sweetheart. They were to get married this year, the next month precisely. So much work needs to be done, the bride had still not found her 'dream' outfit. That was the main thing, other than that everything had been taken care of. Me being their wedding planner and designer, I did the best I could for them. The best decoration, flowers, cake, venue. All of their choice. This was my gift for their wedding. I gifted them the venue. I knew that at some point in the future weeks to come, Mom and Marylin would drag me along with them for the dress shopping. I hate shopping, so much that I yet had to buy my own dress for the wedding. Thank God, no one asked me to be the bridesmaid. I hate dressing up. I could even show up in my sweat pants and shirt if Mom hadn't threatened to throw me out of the house if I did so.
And I'm sure you noticed. I have three brothers- two older Nathan and Eyal, then Damien the youngest of all. I'm the third child and being the girl, I'm the most pampered and have to bear with four over-protective males in my life. My father too. What fun . . . Oufff . . . The worst has been my high school years. No guys were allowed around me.
For my first year, Nathan and Eyal have been "body-guarding", who was in last year and second year respectively. As the years went by, Nathan left and Damien replaced him. They were unbearable sometimes. Always scaring off the boys from my life, sometimes by threatening them, telling them how they would find themselves hanging by somewhere all naked if they even looked at me. The fact they were all lanky-built and obvious gym addicts didn't help. Gym did well to them.
My last year was the best one. I had only Damien who was with me at school and him being the youngest, I could boss him around. Damien was not a major problem. He knew exactly when to intervene and I loved him so much for that. That was the same year Ian came into my life. My first incomplete love.
"Kayla!" mom snapped her fingers before me.
"What?" asked, still in reverie.
"Your hot chocolate is turning cold... drink up, sweetheart", mom coaxed.
I nodded.
"Something bothering you?" she asked.
"Not really", I lied, not meeting her eyes.
I always felt that strange pang of pain whenever I thought of him. I know I should not. So much has happened ever since but here I am, still dealing with the pain.
I took a deep breath, faked a smile, and resumed watching mom who was being her usual self of being mom, that is, cooking, leaving that perfectly sweet cinnamon buns to smell that was in the oven right then, and doing all those things that keep us all together, as a family.
Of course, I was trying to ignore that pat dad gave to mom's ass as well.
So, this is it.
I'll be posting a new chapter every two days, so stayed tuned in.
Next chapter on Sunday.Hint- Chapter 2 : Ian
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