Beautiful Mistakes Book 1 - Worst Night Mare

Worst Night Mare : True Love, moves montains, wins wars and mends hearts

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Worst Night Mare : True love, moves mountains, wins wars and mends hearts



I sat in the pew again the serves had just finished but I decided to stay longer. I sat in silence watching as the candle wax dripped down the side, causing the candle to change shape slowly but almost beautifully. I hadn’t realised another person had entered the church until I heard his voice, “Chad told me you be here” I turned my head slowly, to look at Dan. Only half believing he was stood here. He had a pair of old jeans on looking warn but sexy, his grey top was painted with darker spots from where water was dripping from his wet hair. I then looked at his face; he looked pale and had black bags under his eyes. I wouldn’t usually feel embarrassed to check Dan out when he was watching me. But was looking me over at the same time, it felt like we hadn’t seen each other, in months no years, even though in reality it had only been a few hours.

Is this what true love feels like, you can’t live without the other person as if they were the oxygen you breathed, the water you drink or the food you eat. That if you are apart you count down the seconds till you see them again. You can’t go a day without hearing their voice, and if you do you call them up special just hear them say hello, if only that. Every time you look at them, you have to take a second to actually believe that you are with them and not just dreaming. That it doesn’t matter what they have done wrong, if they cheated, killed or lied you will always stand by their side and forgive them. You feel hopeless and ashamed that when you’re not with them you are no longer yourself but only half the person you were before. And I knew in that moment when I looked Dan over again it didn’t matter that my parents didn’t love each other, or that my mum walked out. It didn’t matter that every girl in the school currently had a crush on my boyfriend. It didn’t even matter that I was pregnant with his baby. The only thing that mattered was that my heart beat for Dan, and I couldn’t deny it any longer I was hopeless in love with him, and I could never be apart from him.

“Izzy…” but I didn’t let him finish I jumped up from where I was stood, and reached him at a run. Going up on my tip tops capturing my lips with his, trying to show all my love for him through the one kiss. He didn’t even take a second to kiss me back as if he was a dying man and I was the cure, his strong hands grasped my waist digging in to me, as if he thought if he didn’t hang on I would disappear in a puff of smoke. I let my hands find their way in to his silky hair, pulling the strands softly as to prove to myself this wasn’t a dream I was really here back in Dan’s arms. I felt Dan’s hot sexy tongue run over my bottom lip shortly followed by a nip, showing his eagerness to explore my mouth. I opened it wide allowing him full entrance; I moaned as Dan’s familiar tongue swept my mouth, I rubbed my tongue along his loving the shiver which ran down my back.

I pulled away for air but Dan didn’t let me get far laying his forehead on mine, breathing heavy. His warm minty breath washing over my head, making me breathe it in myself. “I love you so much” I was going to talk I didn’t think I could but the words came from my mouth without warning but I felt the truth behind them. Dan’s eyes opened from where they had been closed, “I love you Isabelle” he whispered, his voice was husky and his eyes stared unblinking into mine sending me millions of tiny silent messages. I hoped mine were doing the same; Dan turned his head up so he could reach my forehead with his lips. He brought his hand from my waist to run over my now very big baby bump. “I never want to fight with you again” he said looking over the top of my head, from the angle I was at I could tell a hundred percent but I had a suspicion feeling he was crying. “I can’t lose you Izzy, you are my life now” he looked down at me, and I was half surprised to see he was crying. Salty tears were running down his face with no sign of stopping anytime soon. I went back on my tippy toes to kiss on of the tears which had reached his chin. “I don’t want to fight either” he smiled even though the tears kept coming, as I watched them roll down his face, I felt my eyes well with tears to. They started to over follow out my eyes as I smiled up at my crying boyfriend. His chuckle filled the church like music “Why you crying?” he asked rubbing his thumb under my eye to rid my face of the tears. I shook my head, shrugging because really I had no clue; maybe it was the pregnancy hormones I didn’t know. “I could ask you the same question” He lips formed into a half smile at my question and he looked directly at me “I just got the love of my live back in my arms” my throat closed at his words and I felt another wave of tears start to form in my eyes, I went to go on my toes again to kiss him.