Loving Him

A Second Dance

Chapter Twelve -

-Megan's Point of View-

This is now my favourite room. I love this place, everything's so colourful, I'm in love. It's not too big and not too small. All my favourite colours are here too. I convinced Jay to let me decorate this room during 'shark week' and I'm quite proud of myself if I must say.

Jay almost ruined it for me though. He came in after I had just made the finishing touches and thought I made the nursery. He laughed and said, "so you do want my babies?" I had the urge to get the measuring tape, wrap it around his neck and pull ever so tightly.

Now he thinks I'm a five year old stuck in a twenty four year olds body. Excuse me for wanting a cute room. Every other room in this house is cream or plain white. It isn't the room I sleep in though. I still get the masters bedroom. This is sort of just step one in keeping my sanity from leaving my body for good.

I sit down on one of the teddy bear couches, I smile to myself. I did a fine job here. Then my smile fades as I realise I'll never have that. I've always wanted to be a mother but not with Jay. We're just not meant for each other and it pains me to know I'll be spending half of my life living in an empty house with a man I hardly know. Tears stream down my cheeks again and I don't even bother to wipe it away.

But I promised my granddad before he died I'd keep my mother happy. He and I were extremely close. My grandfather was the reason I survived all those years with my mother. She wasn't always like that. They're the effects my father gave her many years back.

My granddad was there with me through all of it and I thought he was a real superhero. In a way he was but the only thing was that he could get defeated and he did. He got diabetes and complications and heart problems and it was all sort of a blur. I would've probably gotten through it better than I had if Ryan was by my side the whole time but like every good person in my life, he's been taken away from me too.

We were in a room almost identical to this one. He held out a fragile hand and we danced to his favourite song. "Keep her happy," he whispered to me. I knew he was talking about my mother. If there was anyone that man loved equally as me, it was my mother. She'd broken down one too many times for it to be normal. She tried to busy herself with business and raising a perfect daughter to forget to be human again.

She went through a lot more than I ever did so the least I could do was keep her happy. Satisfied with life at least. Then two days later, my old man passed away and it tore every hanging piece left of me and burnt it just to be sure I was gone forever. Then I'd wake up and realise I was still here. I was always still here, always the one left here with the memory of the person I love being ripped away from me. They were gone forever and I'd just be alone forever.

That's when my wonderful mother thought of a great idea. After my grandfathers death, she wasn't able to concentrate very well on her job and let's just say her company was crashing down like dominos. Luckily, her friend had a cousin whose husband had a proposition. Apparently they'd wanted to have my mother as a business partner for years but our company always wanted to be independent. They were afraid of betrayal that would slap my mother right in the face.

To make sure that wouldn't happen, they put their son on the line. Jay. Jay and I would marry, merging our companies. That way, if there was any disloyalty, their company would go down the drain too.

My moms company was what kept my mother going. I promised to keep her happy and I did.

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I wake up when Jay repeatedly taps my shoulder. I know the drill, I wake up, we eat and I go to bed.

We get to the kitchen and my mouth drools when I see the pizza boxes and ice cream on the counter. "Pizza!" I scream out and Jay laughs and shakes his head.

"Five year old," he mutters under his breath.

"I heard that, shut up and eat," I grab one of the boxes and confusion spills over me when I open it. 'Date night?' is written on a sticky note stuck on the inside of the box. I giggle and look at Jay.

"Really?" I pick up and show him the note. He nods his head and pops open a can of beer.

"Okay.."

We bring the pizzas over to the movie room and he tells me I can pick any cheesy, romantic film I want to watch.

I choose The Hangover. It's a classic.

"You're such a retard," he laughs, making fun of the interesting way Alan says the word. I can't help but laugh too. Who doesn't laugh at The Hangover.

"Bradley is sexy," I say.

"I'm sexier," he smirks back.

I grab a piece of candy and throw it at him, "don't ruin The Hangover for me!"

When we're finished with our healthy dinner, he takes out wine glasses and I turn on some music. I was hoping for a Katy Perry song but the song that comes on makes me pause in my spot.

"Remember this song?" Jay's asks from behind me. I nod and get lost in the calm sound of the song.

"Our wedding song.." I say. It was an arranged marriage but hey, I got the wedding of any girls dreams.

"May I?" Jay bows in a mocking way and I bite back my laugh but fail as he raises his eyebrows repeatedly.

"No! You can't even dance!" The memory of our first dance as husband and wife flashes in my mind and I laugh even harder.

"Everyone deserves a second dance, Megan," he takes my hand anyway and rests his hand on my waist. I lay my head on his chest and close my eyes. Decorating that room took all of my energy away from me.

Jay lifts my chin up to make me look at him. He surprises me by placing a soft kiss on my eyelid, "don't ever cry again, sweetheart," he says equally as soft his kiss. I look up at him again, this time with tears in my eyes. He wipes them away and rests his forehead on mine.

"It'll be alright," he whispers reassuringly as he completely takes me off guard, smashing his lips on mine.

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Hey people! This chapter is really short but has huge paragraphs. I'm like on the twelfth chapter and my kindle keeps playing up when I want to upload a new chapter, but I'll figure something out.

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