Bless the Broken Road.

Chapter Two

An hour later, Taylor was sat by the window in Starbucks writing an email to her publisher while Chris was sorting out their drinks. Taylor had changed her outfit by this point and was wearing a charcoal black turtleneck sleeveless top and white ripped skinny jeans with black stilettos. Her blonde hair was over one shoulder and the sun kissed curls fell carefully like a waterfall. Chris watched her from the counter and smiled. "Your girlfriend?" The man behind the counter chuckled lightly. Chris snapped his head round to face the man. He shook his head and chuckled, "I wish. She's a client of mine. I'm her editor." The man from behind the counter laughed and handed Chris both the cappuccinos. Chris walked slowly back with both drinks and sat down opposite Taylor. Chris was wearing a light blue cotton shirt, beige chinos and brown leather brogues. His hair was a lovely warm, chocolatey colour and his beard was dark blonde with little tufts of dark brown being revealed. His teal-blue eyes were his best feature. Taylor sighed and shut down her MacBook and smiled as Chris sat. Chris exhaled loudly and tapped his fingers on the table. "You're nervous." Taylor spoke softly. Chris turned to face the beautiful blonde who sat opposite him. Chris could never keep secrets hidden, especially from Taylor. They had known each other since the first day of high school and been best friends ever since. He had a crush on Taylor when they were in high school together but that crush grew over the years and Taylor was completely oblivious. To mention, Taylor did get a lot of attention from both sexes during their time in high school. Taylor was still sat there waiting for a reply when her phone buzzed. She whipped out her iPhone 6 and answered.

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Ms Gilbert was sat in her armchair when Frances came into the room. Frances was a family friend of the Gilbert's. She had been at the same high school as Emmett and had been good friends. Frances was wearing a pair of shorts and a white shirt. "Oh hey Ms Gilbert." Frances said as she sat down and twisted her engagement ring around her finger. It had been Emmett's grandmother's ring. Ms Gilbert smiled softly at Frances and chuckled, "You have hay in your hair my dear." Frances smiled as she started plucking out the loose strands of hay in her hair. Frances was a very pretty young lady. Her porcelain complexion made her fire-like hair even more red and her freckles stand out.

Just then Emmett came into the room and plopped himself down next to his bride. He'd been out all day with the horses and he had just finished brushing all the mud off of Jeanie. Frances wrapped her arms around his waist and rested her head on his chest and breathed in the familiar smell of slight sweat and coffee. Soon both Emmett and Frances were fast asleep in each other's arms. Ms Gilbert looked at the young couple fondly. She felt tears come to her eyes but she would not let them pour. She was remembering of the times; she and Mr Gilbert would be asleep on the very couch in each other's arms. She was remembering the day before her wedding. She was remembering the day Emmett was born. She was remembering it all. Remembering was all she needed.