(Completed, Sequel to Perfect and Beautiful Brokenness, Book 3 in Liadan Series)
It's been four years since Jordan and Lia Knight renewed their vows and re-committed to their love for each other and their family.
However, for their four children, th...
For fun for the play and family portrait, I decided to provide a general visual of everyone's outfits :)
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-MARIA-
"One...two...three, say cheese!"
"Cheese!"
"Perfect," Mom smiled widely as she snapped a picture of Grace and Nicky in front of the Christmas tree all dressed up in their adorable elf costumes. It was more than heartwarming to watch the two little cousins together and reminded me of all the happy times Nate and I'd had growing up together.
Nothing in my wildest dreams had prepared me for the Facetime call from my twin to announce to me that he had a son with his high school sweetheart. For a split second, I hadn't known whether he was joking or serious, but the overwhelming happiness that I had for him when I realized it was true was something I couldn't put into words.
All of my life, I'd shared in his happiness with him and there wasn't anything better than listening to him share his excitement and instant love for his son—and his reunion with the girl that he'd always sworn was the one that got away. Even when I'd tried to comfort him with the idea that maybe he and Michelle weren't meant to be and it was for the best that they'd split so he could find a new romance, Nate had always insisted that she was his soulmate.
In a lot of ways, I'd always understood where he was coming from. Although Michelle had been his girlfriend, we'd also gotten to know each other pretty well in high school and I'd always liked her. Nate was always the kind of guy who'd caught girls' attention and I'd had plenty of them come along to pretend to be my friend just to try to get to him, but she was different. She was kind and gentle and I'd always known just from watching her that her love for my brother was genuine—but it seemed to be even more evident now looking at my nephew that perfectly encompassed both of them.
I couldn't help but believe that in some grander scheme of things, they obviously were soulmates and fate had led them back to each other. The sweetness of that sentiment alone was almost enough to soothe my heart that currently felt battered and bruised as it beat in my chest and the painful cut on the bottom of my foot that smarted with every step I took as the painkillers I'd swallowed down wore off.
As much as I tried to block it all out, I couldn't stop replaying the ugly fight I'd had with the man that I considered my soulmate the night before. It'd been such a sudden, unexpected uproar that it'd taken me completely by surprised—to the point that I wasn't even sure if I should call it a fight. It'd been more of a gut-wrenching tongue lashing that I'd endured in a mix of confusion.
In the time since Antonio Holloway had shown up at my house with his "brilliant" plan to make a donation and get a photo-op with Grace, I'd decided to hand the situation off to my parents and see if they could make it all go away in hopes that it would be one less thing that Tony had to worry about. He had enough of a demanding work schedule that I didn't want to add any other tasks to his slate that would result in him having more things to do—and more reasons to be away from home.
