Pretend

Chapter Seven

Beau

Dork the Dog and Brooklyn was in the garden, running here and there. Brooklyn was soaked from head to toe after showering Dork. She was using the hose, spraying Dork as he chased Brooklyn around.

I picked up Brooklyn's camera and snapped down the moment. Ever since I met her, I began picking up the habit of taking down the moment. Photographs are priceless. They capture the right moment and you can keep it forever.

That's what Brooklyn taught me anyway.

We are going to dirt biking today with the family.

Family.

I was intrigued by the fact that Brooklyn is part of the family now. She was the one who made Danica and I realized Tania, the bitter witch was not going to let us rest until she dies. I am glad that we got out of her claws.

Brooklyn couldn't contain her excitement. She was almost skipping to the parking lot. I held her hand, "Take a deep breath, Brooklyn,"

"I can put the Go-Pro to good use now," Brooklyn said. I love her damn freaking smile. It gets to me every single time. I kissed her forehead, "I don't want you to get injured today,"

"I won't!" She crunched her nose and opened the car seat. Her smile got bigger when she saw what was on the seat for her.

I went out to get her favourite Iced coffee and chocolate. I know she doesn't like flowers, so I got her a new book. She picked up the iced coffee and book, "Beau,"

"Yes, beautiful?"

"You are spoiling me,"

I winked at her, "Told you, it's my hobby. Get in,"

xx

Its not easy to stay in control when your girlfriend is so fucking sexy, straddling the bike and doing all the stunts right.

Brooklyn landed on the mud smoothly and I heard her cheering for Danica who was right at the other end of the corner.

She was having so much fun. I could basically hear her smile on the other side of the arena.

"Damn," Donavan clicked his tongue, "She just learned that stunt minutes ago."

"She's a fucking fast learner," Deacon shook his head, "She just won't stop impressing people,"

Usually I would get really worked up when other guys talked about Brooklyn. But today, her happiness was radiating to everyone. My grin got bigger, feeling proud of Brooklyn.

Donavan glanced at me, "Look at you, wipe that grin off your face, Weston,"

I put my hands up, "Can't help it,"

"You are pretty serious with her huh?" Donavan drank his red bull, his eyes searching for Danica.

I thought about how I enjoy watching her asleep beside me. I enjoy just being with her. I shrugged, "Pretty damn serious,"

My heart leaped when Brooklyn landed on the mud not so smoothly. She swerved and loses her balance. I was going to help her when I heard her laughing with Danica. Brooklyn looked at me; she opened her visor and raised her voice so that I can hear her, "I'm fine!"

Danica shook her head, helped Brooklyn up. And the two girls resumed to their bike.

Brooklyn is a piece of beautiful art. On the outside, she is strong, determined and independent. On the inside, Brooklyn is a maze. She has secrets that she is not ready to tell me. I wasn't going to force her to talk. I wasn't going to ask her about the scar behind her tattoo even though I'm dying inside, waiting for her to tell me.