True Love

If anyone had told me six months ago that I was moving in with the love of my life, I would have done the usual: laugh in their face until they walked away. Love is something that seemed to have been out of my reach in my life. Granted I was only 23 but all of my friends from High School seemed to have found love right away. There I was, trying to figure out what ice cream went with the new Hallmark movie. Disgusting and sad. This all changed one day in the office.

I work in an office for a lawyer. I am the glorified appointment setter and call taker. It was a good job and I was just kind of floating along in life right now, deciding if I was going back to school or not. The day I met Terry, was just another day in the office. The usual phone calls that they never checked and the appointments that they gave a seconds notice to set up and then cancel. He walked in to talk to one of the partners about a possible retainer on them for his business. He ended up talking to me longer than he did them. It just seemed so easy to talk to him. He was very genuine and sweet. Always complimenting me, in a not creepy kind of way.

We ended up going to lunch that day and it has been us ever since. I think I finally met my soulmate! He was very gentlemanly in every way. I always had his undivided attention when we talked, my heart just felt comfortable.

Anyway, things moved really fast with us. We moved in together after about a month and my friends did not even object to this. Everyone loved him and the way he loved me. We would always go out together with our friends and never had any problems having fun. Whether we laughed with our friends, took over the dance floor or just people watched. He does the funniest “pompous rich white guy” I have ever heard and they always seemed to happen at just the right moment. There was a time we were sitting in a drive-thru and we saw someone in an expensive Ford Raptor with a trailer hooked up with a boat. We were discussing how awesome it would be for us to be able to do that one day. He noticed that their cooler was a Coleman.

In his “pompous rich white guy” voice, “Look dear. They just came into money. It is not family money. If they were pure money, they would have a Yeti.” Then he guffawed in the same voice. We cracked up laughing for the whole trip home. He made me happy and I could feel the same feeling in him when he kissed me and held me at night.

Things were looking perfect for us! He asked me to move in with him about six months into the relationship. Now, this may not seem like a bad idea to most but to me, this was a HUGE deal. I never felt like this before and all of this was getting kind of overwhelming to me. I started to not sleep much at night but when I would reach for him, he would roll over and snuggle me. I felt safe. I felt secure. I felt loved. What was the issue then?

“How is packing going baby? Did you need help with anything? I will be glad to help you in any way possible.” He would tell me this about every hour, reassuring me that he was there for me, no matter what.

“No, I got it, baby.” I would reply back. He does so much and I wanted him to know that I had this also. I had a lot of things to go through, as we were moving into the same apartment. “It’s just hard to decide what to take and what to donate. That’s all.”

Suddenly he was right next to me. “It’s ok sexy. We can take it with us and go through it later if need be. I know this is new to both of us. I would never have thought I would ask someone to move in with me.” He kissed my forehead and gave me a pat on the butt and growled sexily at me as he walked out of the room.

Suddenly, the phone rang. I heard him say it was his sister calling. She called a few times a month, so I thought nothing of it. Until I heard his voice crack a little bit.

“What? Oh my God. You sure it was them?” I could hear the emotion in this man’s normally gentle voice. “How? How….how did this happen? Icy roads? What were they…...oh my God. I can’t believe this. I just spoke to dad this morning.” I came up next to him and put my hand on his shoulder. He slammed his head into it and sobbed. I had never met his parents yet but I have heard all about them from him. “Ok, Ok. I will meet you at the house tomorrow on the first flight.”

He hung up the phone and just sat there. He explained to me that his parents were driving down the road and the roads were icy. As they turned a corner, they slid off the road and went down the small cliff there. Their car crashed and exploded and neither of them survived. I grabbed him, held him tight, and kissed his head. “I’m so sorry baby. I knew you were close to them. We will head over there as soon as we can tomorrow and get this all squared away.”

“No, I have to go there alone. They will be the reading of the will they set up in a couple of days and there will be so much going on until then. You just stay here and finish packing what you can. I am sorry baby. I hate being away from you for a minute. I love you.” He grabs my hand and kisses it sweetly.

“Ok, baby. I hate it too but I understand. I am always here for you when you need me.” He had always talked about his parents differently than I had of mine. They were not perfect but in his eyes they were.

First thing in the morning, he booked a flight and left for the airport. Taking an Uber so he did not have to pay for parking, I kiss him as he heads out of the door. “I will miss you baby and I will have my phone with me if you need me.” With a sly smile on my face, I say, “Maybe if you are up for it, we can FaceTime later.” I blush as he looks at me with the same smile.

“That would be glorious my love.” He kisses me again and gets into the car. As I head back to the house, I get a text from him: I hate to see you go but I love to watch you leave. I smile. His corniness was always endearing to me in a hot way. I smile as I walk into the door and just sit there for a while, taking in the emptiness of the house.

The next day, I am woken up to the sound of the doorbell ringing. I open the door and see a brown paper box sitting in front of the door. I didn’t think it took long to get to the door but the driver was already driving away as I waved to him.

“To my soulmate. With all my heart and soul.” Smooth, even on paper. I pick it up and place it on the counter. I can’t believe my eyes when I open it up. It was my favorite chocolate cake, German Chocolate Cake. That man is getting a blow job when I finally get to see him. I take it out of the box and set it on the counter and cut myself a slice.

As I put the slice on my plate, my phone goes off. “Hey, sexy. Who’s got two thumbs and getting one helluva blow job when I see him next?”

I can hear him chuckle softly on the phone. “Gee. I wonder what lucky guy that is. I take it you got my cake then?”

“Um,” I play this off a little playfully. “Sure. Yeah. It doesn’t have to do with the fact that you are totally worth every part of it.” I laugh. “DUH! Of course, it’s because of the cake!!” We laugh for a few seconds.

“Hey, I just got the will ready. I hope you are sitting down for this.” I sat down because I was not sure what would have happened. “Ok, this is big baby. Remember when we were going to be moving into that apartment? Well, things have changed. I was willed the house and the farm. We are going to move up here in a few weeks. What do you think of that?!”

I was floored by this. I never hope for things in wills but this was a windfall like you would not believe. “Oh my God baby! That is exciting news!” I could not believe this one bit but I was elated, to say the least.

“Now, I don’t want you packing anymore. We have a moving company coming in a couple of days. I have a ticket for you and a suitcase to meet me up here tomorrow. Just worry about that and I will cash in that cake BJ later. I just want you here with me.”

“Of course baby. I will be bringing my, I mean our, cake. OH GOD BABY!!” I could not contain my excitement anymore. I hung up and started to stare at the piece I just cut. I put it back, much to my dismay, and taped the box up again. I ran upstairs and started packing for tomorrow.

I woke up, got dressed and flew out of the door, and entered my Uber for the airport. Once I arrived, he met me at the luggage pick up and we drove to the farm. It was further away than I had even thought. After a couple of hours and some damn good road-head, we finally arrived.

It was a beautiful white house, two stories and it had a red barn in the back. We get inside and I take it in, room by room. Once the tour is over, I unpack the cake and retrieve the slice I cut earlier.

“It is a really nice place baby. I am sorry that you had to get it this way. What more do you need to do with it?” I take a huge bite of the cake. As I chew it up, he talks about having to take care of a few things before we can do what we want but we get to stay there.

“That is so awesome baby.” I yawn and tell him that we should go unwind watching TV. We head into the living room and snuggle up on the couch. It never fails, whenever I snuggle him on the couch, I make it about ten minutes, and then I am out. I had the strangest dream that night though, almost a nightmare. I did not think I slept that long but again, I had been under a lot of stress lately and I felt a little distressed. Groggily, I made my way downstairs to be greeted by my cake. He is so sweet, he doesn’t even like this type of cake. I walk past it, whispering sexy things I will do to it later, and grab a strong cup of coffee. Why can’t I shake this tired feeling? Ugh, come on little beans of joy.