Erik Trinity Izzy
Last Breath
CHAPTER
1
* Erik *
The moment my eyes set on her they were glued. Whenever I was around her I blushed, cherry red. January 19th, 2004, she said yes. And now there hasn’t been a day I haven’t seen those beautiful soft brown eyes.
My Izzy was the best thing that ever happened to me. We knew each other all throughout high school, but didn’t really talk until senior year when I asked her to the prom. We hit it off and dated all through college. We went to different schools which was hard, we both have come to admit, but in the end, it only made our relationship stronger. And we only lived like... three hours away from each other so that made it pretty easy to get together on the weekends.
We usually met somewhere in the middle for dinner and a movie and once a month, we would give each other a joke gift. The one time I figured I had finally beat her in our silly little gift war, she showed up unannounced at my dorm and brought me popcorn and the three original STAR WARS movies on VCR (yeah, that’s how old we are). She knew how much of a geek I was and how stressed out I was over school. I was studying for an engineering degree and had just gotten through finals of the first semester of junior year. I did pretty okay on them, but just because you finish a test and get your grade back doesn’t mean that the test anxiety necessarily goes away.
We watched all three movies and were kind of sad when they ended. But then we just talked for the rest of the night. We talked and talked and laughed and cried and talked some more and laughed some more. She had completely gotten rid of my post-test stress and made me the happiest I’d been in months. Well, her and Chewbacca, but that’s besides the point. As we were both falling asleep, her on my shoulder and my head on hers, I knew that she was the woman I was going to marry. I had thought about it going into our third year of college, but that night confirmed my thoughts and my love for her. This was the woman I was going to spend the rest of my life with.
She graduated and became a physical therapist. I graduated and became a mechanical engineer. We graduated as the class of 2001 and neither of us could have been more proud. Not in ourselves, but in each other.
After we got married, we bought a townhouse in a suburb of Madison, Wisconsin. Once we had gotten a little more financially stable, we started the conversation about children. We started trying to get pregnant, but it never worked. We went in to the doctor and he said that we weren’t able to have kids of our own. That was a pretty hard blow to both of us, especially My Izzy. She was down for months.
I hated seeing her like that, so one night at the dinner table over roast beef and mashed potatoes with gravy, I asked her if she would be willing to go into the foster care business and then maybe eventually adopt. I had done a lot of research on the topic and I knew that it was something I wanted to do. If we couldn’t have our own children, we could give children who were never given a chance to have a childhood a place to have fun and grow up and experience the life every kid has the right to live.
She said she had been having the same kind of thoughts as I had, but had been waiting for the right time to bring it up. “Erik? Are we really doing this?” She smiled from ear to ear. It was the first time I had seen her smile like that in months. My Izzy was back and she was here to stay.
I nodded to her, barely able to contain my own excitement, and she squealed. She got up onto her knees on her chair, leaned across the table, and puckered her lips. I followed her suit and kissed her. “Oh Honey, your lips taste like peas!” Izzy grumbled as she sank back down into her chair and wiped her mouth with her napkin. She then followed with a large fork full of meat.
“Oh well, Honey, your lips tasted like gravy and I will say, I was not disappointed.” I smirked at her and watched her eyes turn into raging sarcastic daggers.
“Oh, then Honey, why don’t you have some more?” She flung a spoonful of delicious gravy at me and it splattered all over my face and shirt. Now I will admit, I was tempted to throw some beef at her and have it mess up her hair, but I refused to take the bait and to waste perfectly good food. I just wiped of my face with my napkin, folded it on my lap, and began to eat again without saying a word. I loved driving her insane. That was usually my form of getting back at her: not retaliating. It worked most of the time and I absolutely loved it.
Now the details of the process of becoming foster parents is kinda boring so there’s really no point in explaining it. But we did it. We became licensed foster parents. It was a great day. Our first foster kid came home with us a few weeks later.
Her name was Trinity Hanson. Trinity Hope Hanson. She was eight years old with dark brown curly hair that went down to her lower back and she was missing a few teeth, but it was the most beautiful smile I had ever seen. Even though she wasn’t my biological daughter, my love for her was as if she was my own.
Almost instantly, I started describing my love for her and My Izzy as just different. I didn’t love my wife more than I loved my foster daughter and I didn’t love my foster daughter more than I loved my wife. They were just different. That’s when you know that what you have living under your roof isn’t just a group of people, it’s truly a family.
Author’s Note:
Please Read!!!
Hi everyone! I am katytexas (although most people have differed to calling me Katy) and I have just a few things I need to notify you about. This book has, so far, 59??? chapters? To be honest, at this point in time, it’s a little hard to keep track. I want to let you know that this book is undergoing some MAJOR EDITING. So, if you read to a certain point, the book will not make sense at all. If you are new to reading this book, the titles with the asterisks around the character name are the ones that have been edited. I guess that also goes for my old readers, too. However, if you are new and want to stick with this plot line (cough cough the better one cough cough), just read the chapters that have been edited. The book will make a lot more sense if you do. I know that it sucks for new chapters to come out, but I promise you, you will have a much more enjoyable time reading this book if you just read the chapters with asterisks.
Now I also have this thing called Challenge of the Chapter. This is an opportunity to connect with your fellow readers and create a positive reader atmosphere. I will also always post my response to the COTC so I can also be involved in the conversation. There will usually be a few questions relating to each other, but you certainly don’t have to feel obliged to answer everyone of them. It’s just a conversation starter ;). If you decide you want to pipe in with the conversation, please make sure that all comments are positive and that no one gets put down. I try to reply whenever I can, but I am a very busy high school student and don’t always have the time. Alright... I think that’s it!!
Thanks for reading and stay Beautiful Lovelies
Challenge of the Chapter:
What was the result of the last time you started something new? How did you feel going into it and then how did you feel once you did it? How has it impacted you today?
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