Impossible Miracle's - L.J Banister (i love reading books .txt) 📗

6’3 with a strong build that most people find intimidating given that he is in his 50’s and still running stronger than ever. He has short dark brown hair that almost looks black, with deep blue eyes, just like mine. Dressed in his three piece black suit, he looked like the wealthy business man he was. Dad owner a successful car dealership company and had many shops throughout the state. But it’s all thanks to mum for it being successful because she handles all the books. She used to be an accountant, ‘til she seen his books. The dealership was in debt with dad’s big spending. She immediately took over and gave him a monthly budget. Within a couple months, they were back up and running smoothly. Mum eventually quit her accounting job and worked with dad instead. The business was running great, and he always says he owes it all to mum. I think it’s cute. It’s also how Carter got his job, working as a mechanic. Fixing up any cars that come in and keeping them running smoothly. Everyone thought I would join and manage the desks, and I did for a few years, until I realized what I really wanted to do… Makeup. I wanted other woman to feel as beautiful as could, especially on their wedding day.

“Hey dad” I say hugging him back. “Where’s Carter?” I ask looking around. Then I hear Skylar giggle from the front door. I roll my eyes. “Skylar!” Skylar rushes into the room, her cheeks rosy red with embarrassment. Right behind her is my brother.

“Hey sis” he says giving me hug. “Is it just me or are you getting shorter?” he asks roughing my hair up with a big smile.

“It’s just you” I answer slapping his hand away. Even at 23, he still acts the same as when he was 10. He just laughs.

“Lunch is ready” Avery calls. In all the hellos, she set the table and laid out the food.

“Avery, dear. Look how grown you’ve become” my mum says walking over and giving her a hug. We all take our seats and start digging in. I’m so hungry, that I completely forget why I invited my family over.

“So sweetheart, what is it that you wanted to tell us?” my mum asks. I look up with a mouthful of salad in my mouth. I chew it quickly and take a quick sip of my water.

“Well” I say looking over at Avery who gives me a gentle smile. A smile that reminds me, and I break into a big smile. Looking back at my parents and brother, I take a deep breath letting it out slowly to try and calm my excitement.

“I’m pregnant” I say, trying to choke back my giggles. I always feel like giggling when I say that. They all sit there in stunned silence. My brother is the first one to break.

“You’re not messing with us are you, Kay?” he asks sternly. I shake my head, a big smile still plastered on my face. The same kind that is slowly breaking across my brother’s face. A sob breaks from my mum and she jumps from her chair, tears running down her cheeks and a smile from ear to ear. She runs and gives a giant hug.

“My baby’s gonna be a mummy” she sobs onto my shoulder. Suddenly my brother is hugging me too. I hug them both back. When they let go, I look over at dad. He too has tears running down his face and a big smile. Standing up, I walk around the table to him, hugging him hard. He hugs me back just as hard, before pulling away and looking up at me.

“My baby girl’s all grown up” he says softly cupping my cheek.

“I’ll always be your baby girl” I whisper, my throat choking back my tears threatening to break out at my family’s happiness.

With my family, it didn’t matter how, just that I was. We spent the rest of lunch talking about how happy we were. With mum and dad telling us stories of when they had Cater and I. No one brought up or asked about the father. For that, I was thankful. I’m not ready to share that yet.

 

 

Chase

It’s dark by the time I get home. Tyler and Ethan are still up, playing Call of Duty in the living room when I walk in.

“Hey man” Tyler says not looking away from the TV. Stuffing my keys into my pocket, I plop myself down on the couch beside him.

“Did you find a bed?” Ethan asks.

“Yeah, it’s getting delivered tomorrow” I answer with a sigh.

“So where you gonna sleep tonight?” Tyler asks. I look down at the couch.

“Right here” I answer.

“You know we could just bring the mattress back up” he says, pausing the game that makes Ethan let out a frustrated growl.

“Nah. I don’t want to sleep on that. I’ll be okay on the couch for tonight”

“You sure?”

“Yeah. It’ll be fine” Tyler hits play and continues playing. I watch for a little while before deciding I should get some more work done. Getting up from the couch I go and retrieve my laptop from my room. Setting it up on my lap on the couch, I get started. I always back everything onto my hard drive so I can take it home and finish anything I didn’t while I was at work, and since I left early today, I had a lot of work to do.

I wake up to my phone ringing. I’m still dressed in my suit from yesterday, and my laptop is still on my lap. Putting the laptop on the couch beside me, I dig into my pocket and pull out my phone, answering it without looking at the caller ID.

“Hello” I say sleepily.

“Good morning darling” mum’s cheery voice says.

“Hey mum, how are you?” I ask.

“I’m very well, thank you dear. I was just calling to see if you might be able to come help me out today. I still have all the preparations for the ball to do, but I have Alyssa and Jeremy’s wedding I need to attend this afternoon. Would you be able to help?” Alyssa and Jeremy were two of mum’s friends from a fostering house. They all kept in touch over the years, and it wasn’t too long ago I heard mum squealing in glee when she received the wedding invitation.

“Of course, mum. Just let me have a shower and I’ll be right there” I say.

“Thank you darling, I’ll see you soon” she says before hanging up. I’m stretching out my body when there’s a knock at the door. Getting up from the couch, I answer the door to a skinny man with shaggy red hair hidden beneath a blue cap, and dressed in what I think looks like a janitor’s outfit.

“Mr. Scott?” he asks.

“Yes”

“I’m Greg. I’m here to drop off and set up the bed you purchased”

“Yes, of course”

“If I can just get you to sign here” he says holding up a clipboard and pointing to a signature line with a black pen. “Just to say that you have received your purchase.” I take the pen and I sign my name before I hand him back the pen.

“Thanks” he says before waving to another couple of blokes down by a pickup truck.

“It’s the room to the right, just there” I say pointing back at my door. “I’m just going to go jump in a shower”

“No worries then” he said before heading back down the stairs to help the other two guys.

By the time I finished in the shower, my bed and furniture was set up and in place. I thanked they guys before they left, and got myself ready to head over to mum’s. The drive isn’t too long, only about half an hour from me. Their two story house is right at the end of a cal-du-sac, and has a large front garden filled with all different colours of roses, mum’s favorite flower. I wonder what Kaylee’s favorite flower is. My thought shocked me. I hadn’t thought about Kaylee in over a week, but just the thought of her name brings back the memories of last. Shaking my head, I pull into the driveway and climb out. Their house is made with limestone bricks outside, and polished marble inside. I open the crystal glass front door and walk into the foyer.

“Mum?” I call out, my voice echoing down the hallway.

“I’m in here darling” her voice carrying from the first room to my left, mum’s study. I close the front door and walk into her study. Mum’s sitting in her chair behind the large mahogany desk in the back right hand corner. Papers are scattered across the desk as well as the little glass coffee table in the middle of the room.

“Hi sweetheart” mum says, standing up from her chair and walking over to give me a hug. “Thank you so much for coming to help.”

“It’s no problem, mum. Where do you want me to start?” I ask.

“Well, I have the guest list right here” she says, walking back over to her desk. “I’m going to get you to print the reminders about the ball, including the theme, if you can.” Sitting in her chair she opens one of the bottom draws and pulls out a laptop bag. “You can use this.” I take the laptop bag and set myself up on the couch in the left hand corner and get to work.

An hour later I’m printing the reminders. Mum then gets me to print the envelopes with names and address’, and fold the letters, while she seals them and adds the postage stamp. By the time that’s all done, mum needs to go get ready for the wedding.

“Honey, would you be able to have a look and the room designs and seating charts? You know who gets along with whom, and who doesn’t” she asks.

“Sure, mum” I answer putting the laptop down. Mum hands me a bunch of papers before leaving the room. I flip through all the pages letting out a sigh.

 

 

Kaylee

I’m up bright and early the next morning. I have another wedding today, and the story of the couple is so romantic. They both lost their parents at a young age, and were sent to the same fostering house. They kept in touch over the years, then one day, the groom showed up at her front door step, a bouquet of her favorite flowers in hand and told her he loved her, with all his heart and soul, and couldn’t bear to live another day without her by his side. I wish all guys were that romantic.

I managed to make it through the morning without being sick, though I did get a little nausea’s. I nibbled on salty crackers all morning, which helped a fair bit.

I had just finished doing the bridal party’s make up and was packing up my belongings while everyone else cleared out of the room for photos. I couldn’t wait to leave, mum had rang me this morning and asked if I would like to join her to a charity ball in two weeks since dad couldn’t attend, and she didn’t want to go alone. We were going shopping for dresses.

“Hi” I jumped when I heard a female voice. Turning I see it’s an older lady, dressed in a creamy gold elegant dress, her long light brown hair falling in curls over her shoulders and down her back in a beautiful up-do. Her makeup perfectly done, with her dark blue eyes surrounded in golden glitters.

“Hello” I say back. She smiled softly at me, the kind of smile a mother gives to her children.

“Are you the young lady that did my darling Alyssa’s makeup?” she asks kindly.

“Yes, I am” I answer. She smiles happily clapping her hands together.

“You’ve done an amazing job. Alyssa looks absolutely perfect”

“Thank you ma’am” I say with a smile.

“Oh, please do forgive me” she says rushing towards me with a hand held out to shake