Eenie Meenie Miney Mo

American Man

A tall handsome guy with dark brown eyes and a bushy beard outlining his face, stood right in front of me. On my  doorstep.

I look down seeing my bare chest exposed. Realizing I looked unpresentable, I quickly tie it shut tightly, crossing my arms under my chest.

"C-can I h-help you?" I clean my voice trying to hide the fact that I've been crying all day.

He stares at me looking me up and down before answering, "Uh... Yeah. I just moved to the country, I don't live that far down from you." He says running his hand through his hair, pointing to what seemed to be his house.

I glanced at his hand as he points to his house to see if he had a ring on, which he did. I couldn't lie, I thought he was super attractive. But once again, when I seem to find interest in someone they always either turn me down, want me just for my body, or are already taken. 

He looks old enough to be married, probably to a beautiful wife and has at least two or three children already. The house he pointed to was big enough for a growing family to live in. The family that lived there before they sold it had more children than I can keep track of.

I pinch myself to get out of my thought, why am I coming to conclusions of this man I have no idea who he is. He just randomly picked my house to come to, to ask me who knows what anymore. It wasn't fate Adele, it wasn't true love, nor was it love at first sight. He just so happened to come to my house.

"So I don't know too much about England-"

"Wait, what. Sorry." I embarrassedly cut him off coming back to reality.

He stood there and slightly chuckled taking a deep breath, "Do you guys have a target or something like it here?"

Once again I'm taken far away from what's happening in front of me. This time his deep American raspy voice takes me into a daydream. So he's American? I've always wanted to marry an American man. He's got good looks and an amazing accent, but there's still one problem, he's married.

"Hello, excuse me." He cut me off once again, "are you not listening? Do you guys have a Target here?"

"Oh... Um," I shiver from the cool air that is escaping into my nice cosy house, "no, no we don't. But we have a Tesco, which is the best we can get to Target."

I could tell he was judging me by the way he kept staring at me and taking a while to talk again.

"Okay. Thanks." He slightly smiled making his cheeks true rosier than they were.

I awkwardly nod, getting the feeling of shyness in the form of butterflies in my stomach.

"Well, have a good night then." He chuckles with a smile still plastered on his face as I watch him walk down my driveway.

My eyes stay glued to him walk back to his house, his hands in his pocket. When he opens the door a little human, four I would guess, jump into his arms, and wrap her arms wrap around his neck. I slightly smile watching him kiss the little girls cheek.

He moves out of the doorway way letting a woman his wife I predict, out of the house to the moving truck in their driveway.

A really little boy comes crawling to the door, holding onto the side of it, standing up and trying to keep his balance.

My focus quickly focuses back on the woman. As she got closer I could see her big stomach, which looked as if she was carrying a child in it. When the handsome American man saw her struggling to balance two big boxes in her hand with a big stomach, he ran out to her and took them from her.

I didn't have to see her to know she has a smile on her face, why can't that be me with him, I frown thinking back to Alex and me; that could have been us in five years.

The woman makes her way back to the door and slowly leans over, picking up the little toddler boy who has fallen down.

I sigh, when can I have the privilege to have a great loving husband to expand my family with. She must be one lucky girl.

He shuts the back of the truck and glances up at me. I embarrassedly tuck my hair behind my ear and slightly blush as we make eye contact. I can see his face turn into a smile as I imagine a light chuckle escaping his handsome lips. He quickly waves at me before he turns around and walks into his house with his cute little family inside.

I slowly turn around and shut my door not letting the light flow into my once again dark house. Why was I spying on his family? I know I'm jealous, I wish I was happy. But once again my heart has been crushed. 

But why was that man, whom I don't even know his name make such a big impact on me? I literally just and still am going through a breakup, why was I looking at that man like that, I'm not ready to love someone again. Nor someone who has a family, and is married. That was wrong of me and I need to push it to the back of my head.

I slouch over to my couch and grab a blanket, I lay down turning on some depressing music to match my horrible mood.

Maybe I miss Alex, but now seeing that man and his family is making me miss the thought of what could have been Alex and I's future.

{Here you go @adele___legend_ she helped me with this idea soooo credit for her yeehaw}

Oh btw I got so many good new ideas and I'm so excited to keep writing this book yayayyya