1001 LOVE STORIES(book Of Oneshots)

motives (68)

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You ever see someone and it takes your brain a few minutes to process them.

Like your body doesn't even know the emotion you should be feeling.

Best described as that scene in SpongeBob when forgot his name.

So you just stand there like a glitch in the matrix because neither your brain heart spirit or body can agree on how you sould react.

That's what it was the first time I saw him.

The next moment was my life flashing before my eyes. Like you think in cartoons when they see someone and they see themselves growing old together.

Well that happened in a span of twelve seconds I saw our first date, first kiss, my proposal, wedding, first house, pet, family, day to day, retirement death.

Then it hit me. That I had instantly fallen in love and not that lust I can't wait to get you in bed love. But a I want to argue and make up. Plan vacations and tell you corny jokes, I want to pick you up and spin you like they do in movies. I want to thank the Lord everyday that he hand delivered you to me.

In the span of thirty seconds. I went from a play boy who couldn't care less to a family man who only wanted to come home to his amazing wife and we haven't even spoken yet.

"Daddy!" A little girl screams and his face lights up as the little blonde girl with messy blonde hair runs over to him from the school we stood outside.

My heart instantly drops ten feet as he picks up her.

I turn back to the man. With the messy blonde hair and pink shirt with a bunny logo as he smiles happily.

And even thought I realize my changes were destroyed I still want him. I wanted to kiss her head as she ate breakfast in the morning at our over sized table. I want to kiss him as I leave out the door.

I want her to run over to me with that same glee and I want him to try to keep from doing the same.

I want to see us in the drawings she made and go to parks and Disney land and get those Mickey mouse ear hats. I want to stump in puddles during rainy days and cuddle up in the living room with freshly baked cookies and warm blankets during rainy nights. I wanna kiss while cleaning up blanket forts. I want to carry her in the house after long days. I want them.

I want to be apart of their family.

There's a moment where you go around the bend and common sense becomes a foreign sport.

Yeah for me that moment happened a moment he looks up and sees me. No doubt staring like I knew him in a past life and he smiles.

A wide slightly rectangular smile.

At that moment it was no longer a thought. No longer a wish but a mission.

Make him mine.

That night I sat at my desk Google searching the question

How to steal someones husband and finding a very helpful wikihow article.

I just need to add myself into his life.

Then something dawned on me.

I would be a home wrecker. The thought of taking my future daughter away from her current mother made me feel terrible.

But even without even knowing him. I knew I wouldn't be able to live without him.

I just don't know how I should feel. I want to be apart his life. I want to be family. But would that even happen?