Topsy Turvy Kinda Love
just to see my work. For so many years, I kept my most precious works hidden from the world; it’s nice to see them lined against the walls, hearing people talk about them like masterpieces. Each swirl, line, or circle just another worry of my past blending into the canvas of my life.I’d lived many lives through each of these paintings, being transported from one place to another just with the simple stroke of a brush. Almost as if each stroke was washing yet another sin from my body. Making me forget the past and the horrible people that came with it.
It’d been ten months since I’d had Wesley and Piper. Brooks and I had fallen into a pattern every day, and we’re enjoying every second of our little ones growing up. It’s hard to believe that our twins will be a year old in just two months. They’d come with us tonight, but Macy and Trevor offered to watch both babies so I could mingle with my guests.
Hip hop music plays softly in the background, and I sway to it from where I stand. Brooks comes up behind me, kissing my bare shoulder. “Here’s to you, Mia.” He holds out a bright pink drink in his hand.
“What’s this?”
“Well, I had the caterers make the new drink I’ve been working on for the bar. It’s called… The Topsy Turvy.”
“Mmm… it looks amazing, what’s in it?”
“A little grenadine, orange liqueur, a dash of simple syrup, sweetened lime juice, and Código 1530 Rosa Tequila.”
“You know what tequila does to me, right?”
“I like what tequila does to you.” He winks at me, and I can’t help but smile.
“So, why the celebration juice?”
“You mean, you don’t know? You’ve almost sold out, Mia.”
My eyebrows raise. “Really? People actually want to buy my pieces?”
“Yes, really. I told you they were amazing from day one. You just needed a little nudge in the right direction.”
“Thank you, Brooks. Really… for everything. Making me believe in love. Believing in me when I was fighting the one thing I didn’t know I needed. Letting me run, but always remembering to pull me back. Loving me in our crazy, unconventional way.”
“I think it should be the other way around. I should be thanking you.”
The corners of my lips tip up into a smile. “Thanking me for what?”
I notice that all of our friends have started gathering around us, and I wonder if this is finally the moment that Brooks is going to make good on his promise. Macy and Trevor bring over a sleeping Wesley and Piper. I smile. I love them to pieces. No matter how many sleepless nights or diaper changes we have along the way.
My attention turns back to Brooks.
“Thank you for asking a guy you didn’t know very well to move in. Giving me a chance to prove to you that I’m not like every other guy before me. For giving me the key to unlock your past and let me into that beautiful heart of yours. For allowing me to love you and for loving me back. For allowing me to raise our incredible twins with you. For making me a father. Words will never truly express how incredible our journey has been, and I can’t wait to see where it takes us next.”
My eyes start to water. The man in front of me came crashing into my life like a wrecking ball and spun everything I knew upside down. A gasp grows amongst the crowd, and my heart stirs loudly against my chest. Pounding to be let out so it can pour itself out to the man standing in front of me.
“Mia,” he whispers before dropping down to one knee. “Be my wife. My partner. My love. Through schooling, art shows, the bar, and everything in between, I want to be with you and no one else until my dying breath. I want to have a house full of kids. I want to make you the happiest girl alive.”
The tears try to drown my eyes as they flow out and down my cheeks. A smile broadens my face, and I nod. “Yes. Yes. YES!” He opens a small ring box, and the ring is perfect—a solitary sapphire surrounded by tiny diamonds lining the outside of the whole ring.
He stands up and kisses me like I’d just made his whole entire year. See, the thing about Brooks and I is this… we may be weird. We may be awkward. Hell, this whole thing started out as a roommate agreement and morphed into a sex bucket list.
The truth is… our love might be a little topsy turvy, but it’s our kinda love, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
THE END
TOPSY TURVY SIGNATURE DRINK RECIPE
2 oz Codigo 1530 Rosa Tequila
1 oz Grenadine
½ oz Orange liqueur
1 oz Lime Juice
Simple Syrup to taste
Second Chance Rescue
The plan was simple. The results are anything but…
I’ve lost too much to even think about opening my heart to anyone again. Grief consumed my life, and all I wanted was to be left alone so I could drown my sorrows while trying to find a sliver of relief at the bottom of a bottle.
But my father saw right through me, throwing me a curveball I never saw coming. Go back to working at our family’s law firm, or take a wife. If I don’t, I can kiss my inheritance goodbye.
Luckily, I have another card up my sleeve—and her name is Macy. She’s shy, sweet, with curves in all the right places. She’s also the perfect solution to my problem if I can convince her that what I’m proposing will end up benefiting us both.It’s easy.
She needs money, and I need a wife. It’s a win-win situation.The way I see it, it’s just another business transaction.
No commitment. No strings. Zero complications.What could possibly go wrong?
*This is a Stand-Alone Novel with No Cliffhangers, and a guaranteed HEA*
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