Being With Brooklyn

30. The Disaster Dinner Sequel

30. The Disaster Dinner Sequel 

Life doesn't come with a manual, it comes with a mother. 

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Hudson's P.O.V

I checked myself in the mirror and concluded that I looked pretty decent. It was dinner at my Dad's house, it wasn't exactly a special occasion.

Therefore, my khakis and my white button up sat fine with me. Brooklyn and I just came back from our honeymoon two days ago.

The past week has been....I don't know how to explain it.

Different, interesting, clarifying in a way.

My feelings for Brooklyn that I've tried really hard to keep down for a while came bursting out.

Somewhere in the back of my mind, I knew how I felt about her. I knew what was happening. I was doing something and that something was a big deal I don't think I was ready to think about yet...

I knew I cared about her, I knew I admired her, she was beautiful, even though i'm not sure if she even knew it.

I've come to notice how much I've noticed the little things about her. Maybe to other people they meant nothing but for me they were cute little things that kind of set my mind into a frenzy when she did them.

She would ask 'Huh?' In the quietest voice, whenever she was confused, or taken off guard.

Or the times when she would make faces at certain things she heard about.

How she would play with her bracelet when she was extremely uncomfortable.

Her smile was the most exquisite thing i've ever seen.

Her laugh sounded like that of a three year olds. Her eyes would close slightly as she laughed and it seems natural for her to roll her head back.

When she would mumbled thoughts out loud unintentionally.

Since the signing of our contracts, things are different.

We're used to each other now, we're apart of each other's day now. We're closer.

She knows things about me that I haven't told anyone. Not even my closest friends. I know she has me figured out, in a way without completely digging in.

It's like the more I think about her, the more I...

You know.

I came out of my thoughts and was instantly staring back at myself in the mirror.

My green-Brown eyes staring back at me.

My mother had the same color eyes. She said that she loves my eyes. She would tell me they were beautiful and that they matched my soul.

Beautiful.

Brooklyn thought they were Luma. Awe, Brookie.

But I think I would have to debate when I say i'm the one with beautiful eyes. Brooklyn has the most amazing set of amber eyes.

But, since we've been back to New York, she caught a cold. That day when she was out in the cold- which I still feel guilty for- then came in and sat in front of a fire for a couple hours and then the next day, went into the pool.

I mean, I should've seen it coming. Christmas was yesterday, and I was pretty jetlagged to even celebrate.

I walked out of my bedroom and into the kitchen making sure to have my phone tucked in my pocket. I haven't been back to work yet, I should tommorow. I have a lot to catch up on.