Those Blue Eyes

Chap. 66: And There He Stands

(Picture of Evan Taylor Above *WARNING: heart breaking that is fuzzy and happy*)
*Brooke's POV*

               There he is. Like a daydream I've been picturing for the past 3 years. Evan stands there screaming at the police officers. His hairline has decreased, his balding showing a bit. From across the room, I can see that his hair is lighter too. His beard is till bushy though. He's still as handsome as the day I married him. The sound of his voice makes takes me back to a time when I knew I was safe. Where I would be taken care of in every possible way. Emotionally, mentally, physically, financially, sexually—and more.
             I am frozen in my spot. I feel like tuning back into the bathroom and hurling. I've been dreaming and preying for this day when I see my husband again. Even when I didn't remember his name or face. I knew I had a husband and he would miss me. I knew I would find him again. And there he stands.
           Drew and I lock eyes for a brief moment. His face flushing white. His hands slap Evan's shoulder repeatedly. Evan glares at him, screaming. I can barely suck in my breath.
           "What!?" The room has gone silent.
            Drew points to me, the small hairs on my arms raises up. I think I may pass out or hurl. Or shit my pants. Evan whips around to me. Our eyes lock, my heart skipping every three beats. My chest hurts. Tears escape down my cheeks. Evan looks EXHAUSTED! He must not sleep very well anymore. My poor Baby!
                My lips twist into a smile. "Evan."
                 Evan rushes towards me, his feet marching towards me. I can barley feel my legs, they've gone so numb. I mentally scream to move. To run to him, to skip, to laugh, to do SOMETHING! But I am frozen in my spot. As he walks up, I can feel my hands shaking. Renee lets me go. I break our eye contact. I feel so ashamed and stupid and ignorant and naive. The last time I saw Evan, I told him that he was an arrogant Son of a Bitch for letting Bonnie come to MY wedding. She just showed up and told me that I looked pretty and congratulated us on our big day. It ruined everything for me that night. I should have just kept my mouth shut m but I chose to fight. I ruined our wedding night. I ruined our lives. I feel as if a HUGE weight has been put on my shoulders.
         Tears escape down my cheeks, dripping down my chin and onto my white jumpsuit. God, I look like a prisoner! I look horrible in front of Evan! In 3 years and I look this bad!
           A firm, warm hand lightly touches my chin, effortlessly lifting my chin up. My eyes slowly follow up a nice pair of dress shoes and up jeans and pat the cute button up shirt and finally, to Evan's eyes. His thumb rubs my tear stained cheek. I still can't move a muscle unless I want to be on the floor numb. Maybe unconscious.
            Evan's blue eyes stare deep into mine. My hands violently shake. God, Evan's right here! He's in front of me! I can smell him! His old cologne that smells like sandlewood and worn leather and some type of spice! It fills my nostrils, making me want to drown in the smell.
            "E-E-Ev-Evan." I can barely get out, tears pouring down my cheeks.
             My numb body is roughly pulled into Evan's chest. His hands hold me tightly against him, his hand on the back of my head and the other grasping the back of my jumpsuit. I melt into him, holding him tighter against me. I begin to loudly sob, losing control of my emotions and tears. My emotions pour out like a waterfall as Evan cradles me in his arms. His lips repeatedly brush against the top of my head.
            "You're alive!" Evan's voice is choppy and broken,  I feel drops of water hit the top of my head. Tears. "Oh, Gooooooooodddddd!"
             Suddenly, his warm lips brush against mine. His hands grasping me harder, his hands shaking violently as my hands. I slip my hand under his arms and slide up his stomach and to his chest. Softer than what I remember but it's still Evan. He taste like some alcoholic drink and minty toothpaste. My hands slide up to his neck. He separates our lips, our hot breath mixing. I sniff as his hands roughly brush my tears away.
                 "You were right!" My voice is uneven, he continues to rub my tears into my skin. "It was my night, not Bonnies! You married me and not her!"
                 Evan cracks a tired, worn out smile. His sad face twist into that familiar 'Aww' expression. His pointy nose bumps against my round one, his arms cradle my head as his other presses me closer.
                  Evan sounds like I used to when we would flirt. The light toned voice that is nearly a whisper.
                     "Baby..."