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McCallister Family Moments (Two Against Two Universe)

Peter Meets Kate

Part 1

March 1991

McCallister Residence

(Kate's PoV:)

I'm sitting in the den, looking at the photo albums, and remembering the early days. I can't believe four years from now, Peter and I would be married for thirty years. Time sure flies fast. I'm looking at Peter and I's Wedding photo, and my thoughts are interrupted, when I hear three sets of footsteps enter the den.

"What are you looking at, Mom?" my oldest daughter, Christine, asks, wondering, as she walks into the room. My younger twin daughters are following behind her.

"I'm just looking at some old photo albums and remembering some good times," I smile, while continuing to look at the photo.

"Is that you and Dad's Wedding photo?" Christine asks, as she and the twins hunch over the back of my chair to get a good look at the black and white picture.

"Yes, Christine," I reply.

"You guys must've been really young, when you got married. You and Dad look so youthful," Christine tells me, as I smile.

"Your Dad and I were just in our early twenties, when we got married," I reply.

"That is young. Like, something out of a fairytale," Megan replies, dreamily, while Linnie and Christine roll their eyes, and I just smile.

"It was because of the times. Many people got married young, due to the looming threat that a military draft could happen at anytime,"

"You mean, because of America's involvement in the Vietnam War?" Linnie chimes in, while Megan rolls her eyes at her sister's know-it-all attitude. Christine, on the other hand, knows exactly what I'm referring to, being born in the mid 60's, and having some memories of the events from the late 60's and early 70's.

"That's right, Linnie. You can say your Dad and I got married for that reason," I smile. "Since your Dad and brothers are going to be gone for the day, would you girls like to hear about how your Dad and I first met?" The twins quickly huddle around me on the floor, while Christine takes a seat in her Dad's chair. It's all the answer I need, as I begin to tell the story of how Peter and I first met, "It was August 1964. The day was an unseasonable Summer day in Indiana; cloudy, cold, and very windy. It seemed like Autumn decided to come early, as the leaves were brown and blowing off the trees. Everyone around campus was talking about the Gulf of Tonkin incident that occurred a day prior, while I was hurrying across the campus. I was trying to find where my first class was, while trying to keep the wind from blowing away my books, and to keep my hair out of my eyes. It was my first day of college, and I was scared, since it was my first time being away from home. I didn't have a clue where to go. I tried to ask other students for help, but they just snubbed me or told me to bug off."

"It's hard to picture you in college, Mom!" Megan interludes, smiling, I believe trying to think of the beginning of the story I just told her, and imagining me about twenty-five years younger.

"I'm sure it is, sweetheart," I smile.

"That must've been a horrible experience, Mom. I mean, the other students being mean to you on your first day, when you were just trying to ask for help," Linnie scowls. I know my daughter would do the exact opposite, and help anyone, who needed it.

"It was, Linnie,"

"So, what happened next, Mom?" Christine asks, impatiently wanting to find out how her Father and I's first encounter went.

"Well, after having no luck with getting any help to find my class, with only five minutes to spare before class started, the only thing I could do, was find a bench and start crying about how everything was going so wrong, and that I wished I was home, where I was happy,"

"That's so sad, Mom. I mean, the first day of college is supposed to be one of the happiest moments in a person's life, and yours was ruined, because no one gave a damn about helping you," Linnie glowers, as her sisters stare at her, in shock. They're speechless that the angel of the family has just cursed. A very unexpected moment, indeed.

"You watch your language, young lady. That is something I might expect out of Buzz or Christine, but coming from you, is something I never expected. I'd better not ever hear another foul word come out of your mouth, Melinda Grace McCallister. Are we clear?" I scold.

"It's clear, Mom. Sorry, it won't happen again," Linnie replies, her head lowered in shame.

"So, what happened next, Mom?" Megan asks, trying to take the heat off her twin sister.

"I was just sitting on the bench, hands over my face, sobbing my heart out, about how everything was going so wrong. That was when I suddenly felt a hand placed against my shoulder, scaring me into thinking someone was about to hurt me,"

"It wasn't a rapist trying to hurt you, was it?" Christine interjects, looking scared. It makes me suspicious that someone tried to hurt or rape my daughter recently, judging by her behavior.

"No, Christine. It wasn't a rapist, but I can understand why you would assume that," I reassure her, now worried about my oldest daughter. "Getting back to the story, I laid eyes on the person, who was touching my shoulder, and discovered it was a guy, wearing a red University of Indiana Letterman sweater. He was looking at me, concerned. I guess because I had been crying loudly, and it must have gotten his attention."

"Was he good-looking?" Megan swoons, while I try to hide the blush forming on my cheeks.

"He was very good-looking. Slicked-back blond, corn silk hair, the cutest of dimples, and a set of eyes that would make any girl keel over, like what you're doing right now, Megan," I laugh.

"So, what happened next, Mom?" Christine asks, also smiling at Megan's antics.

"Well, he asked me what was wrong. I, of course, told him about the dilemma I was facing, while trying to hide the fact that he made me blush, and my heart flutter in excitement,"

"So, you were experiencing love at first sight," Linnie chimes in.

"Yes. It was the first time I had those types of feelings for a guy. I did have boyfriends in high school, but I never felt any of the feelings toward them, like I was having for the guy, who was trying to help me," I notice Megan is getting all glassy-eyed and drooling. "Once I finished telling him about the bad day I was having, he told me that not all the students on campus were jerks, like the ones I encountered. The guy also offered to help me find my class, which I was grateful for. It made my heart flutter even more so, that the guy I suddenly became smitten with was offering to help me."

"So, did you take the guy's help with finding your class?" Christine asks.

"A girl had to be foolish not to, especially if it's a hunk, like Mom is describing," Megan drools. Linnie and Christine just roll their eyes, while I laugh.

"So, I accepted his help and gave him my class timetable after he asked for it. I just gazed at him dreamily, while he looked over my timetable. I was snapped out of my dreamy state, when he told me that he knew exactly where my class was, and he would take me there. He also would explain to the teacher why I was late. I was feeling very thankful, and was falling even deeper in love with the guy. So, the two of us walked across the campus together. He pointed out where everything was, while I, again, gazed at him dreamily,"

"Oh, Mom, that's so romantic… Oh, how I wished that was me right now," Megan gushes. Linnie and Christine both twirl their finger next to their head, while silently mouthing that Megan has gone cuckoo. "Please tell us what happened next, Mom!" Megan pleads, bouncing, causing Linnie to grab ahold of her sister, to get her to calm down. Christine and I just smile.

"Well, as we were continuing to walk toward the building, where my class was being held, the guy and I both got around to introducing ourselves to one another. I went first, and told him my name was Katelyn Forrester. Forrester, being my maiden name, as you already know. The guy, of course, introduced himself in return as Peter McCallister, and that he was a sophomore," I notice all three of my daughters' jaws suddenly drop in surprise, to my amusement.

"That handsome guy was Dad!" they all scream, as I hold my ears.

"Not so loud, girls!" I scold. "And, yes, that guy, who was nice enough to help me, was your Father, when he was twenty years old. I have a picture of your Father in his Letterman sweater right here, if you want to see it," All three of my girls quickly gather around me to see the black and white picture of their Father, when he was in college.

"I can't believe I was swooning over my Father. I feel so dirty now," Megan blushes, in embarrassment.

"The picture of Dad sure fits the description of the guy you told us about in your story. No wonder you instantly fell in love. I mean, Dad does look really handsome," Linnie comments.

"So, did Dad feel the same way about you right off the bat, or did it take him a little longer to realize his feelings for you?" Christine asks. She and her sisters are looking curious.

"Well, let me continue with the story, so you can find out," I smirk, to much of my daughters' frustration. "I was telling your Dad about my future aspirations of becoming a fashion designer, as we both entered the building. We quietly walked down the hall, towards the room, where my class was. He told me not worry, and that the teacher would understand about why I was late. He gave my shoulder a confirming pat to help relax my nerves, causing me to blush."

"We eventually reached the classroom, where we parted ways, to my disappointment. This was after he explained to the teacher about why I was late and telling me, shyly, 'It was nice meeting you, Kate. I'm always at the coffee shop during the afternoons, when I'm not in class, if you need to find me, and want to talk,' I couldn't help but feel giddy, as I found a seat for my first ever college class,"

"So, Dad was sort of hinting that he was interested in you, but was being shy about it, right?" Megan interludes, smiling. She now seems more relaxed, much to her sisters' relief.

"Well, you can find out, when I tell you about the next encounter I had with your Father, after we have some lunch," My daughters groan in frustration again. We all head for the kitchen, so I can prepare all of us a quick lunch…

To be Continued…