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".I think that's all we need. Am I forgetting anything? Max? Max? Are you listening to me?" my wife, Allie Evans, demanded.
"Um, yeah, of course," I stammered.
Allie just rolled her eyes. "I'm sure you were. I was asking you if I'd forgotten to pack anything."
"Oh. I'm pretty sure you didn't." My wife is VERY thorough. She spent two days taking inventory of everything in our apartment, and then made a list of the things we needed and things we could sell or leave in storage. I highly doubt she forgot anything.
"Good. Well, let's get going. Grab Riley's diaper bag, will ya?" she said and walked out the door with our four month old son.
Not that I don't love Riley, because I do, but I sometimes wonder what my life would be like if Allie and I had never had him. Allie and I met our sophomore year in high school. She had just moved to San Antonio from Ireland and was very different from any girl I had ever met. She had short red hair, the greenest eyes I've ever seen, fair skin, freckles, and an adorable accent. I just loved listening to her talk. Allie became popular almost the second she walked through the door, which was fine with me because I was quite easily the most popular guy in the school.
Allie and I had all of our classes together, with the exception of seventh period because she had cheerleading and I had football. We were an item by September. After a few months, our relationship turned physical. That's when our problems began. We fought so much that we were broken up every other week. However, we were convinced that we loved each other and the one who started the fight always went crawling back. During the summer, I found out that my family was moving to Roswell, New Mexico. Allie and I weren't as upset as we had thought we would be. We stayed up all night one evening in late July and decided that we were better off as friends. We discovered that we didn't really love each other in a romantic way-I think we were both searching for our soul mates.
So, I packed my things and prepared to move, but things didn't go exactly as planned. Right before we were supposed to leave (the beginning of August), we found out that Allie was about a month pregnant. Needless to say, I was not about to abandon her. We were both seventeen and talked our parents into letting us marry. Why go to such extremes?
"I'll be damned if I'm going to have child out of wedlock!" Allie shrieked.
Her twin brother, Alex, stared at her incredulously. "Well, you should have thought 'bout that before you went and slept with Maxwell, Alexandra! For God's sake girl, use your head."
Alexandra and Alexander O'Connor were the strangest siblings you could ever meet, but more about that later.
Anyway, for Allie's sake, we got married and moved into an apartment near her parents while my parents and my twin sister, Isabel, moved to Roswell. We started our junior year and kept up our grades to keep the school authorities. Allie gave birth to our son, Riley Conner Evans, in April. Even though we didn't love each other in a romantic way, Allie and I were in heaven with our little family. Then, tragedy struck.
One month ago, Allie and Alex's parents were killed in a car crash. That's why we're moving. The three of us, plus Alex, are moving to Roswell to be near my parents. Hopefully, it will take some of the stress off of Allie and me so that we can have a good senior year.
"Maxwell, are ya coming or not?" Alex asked, peeking his red head through the door.
"Yeah. Sorry, I was just thinking."
"'Bout.?"
"My life and how different it is than I imagined it would be."
Alex shot me a look. "Well, that'll teach ya to go and knock up every girl ya date."
I just laughed. "Yeah, I guess you're right."
"Come on, we better get down stairs before Allie demonstrates the true meaning of the 'fighting Irish'."
I nodded and followed Alex, closing the door to a chapter of my life. Roswell, here I come.
".I think that's all we need. Am I forgetting anything? Max? Max? Are you listening to me?" my wife, Allie Evans, demanded.
"Um, yeah, of course," I stammered.
Allie just rolled her eyes. "I'm sure you were. I was asking you if I'd forgotten to pack anything."
"Oh. I'm pretty sure you didn't." My wife is VERY thorough. She spent two days taking inventory of everything in our apartment, and then made a list of the things we needed and things we could sell or leave in storage. I highly doubt she forgot anything.
"Good. Well, let's get going. Grab Riley's diaper bag, will ya?" she said and walked out the door with our four month old son.
Not that I don't love Riley, because I do, but I sometimes wonder what my life would be like if Allie and I had never had him. Allie and I met our sophomore year in high school. She had just moved to San Antonio from Ireland and was very different from any girl I had ever met. She had short red hair, the greenest eyes I've ever seen, fair skin, freckles, and an adorable accent. I just loved listening to her talk. Allie became popular almost the second she walked through the door, which was fine with me because I was quite easily the most popular guy in the school.
Allie and I had all of our classes together, with the exception of seventh period because she had cheerleading and I had football. We were an item by September. After a few months, our relationship turned physical. That's when our problems began. We fought so much that we were broken up every other week. However, we were convinced that we loved each other and the one who started the fight always went crawling back. During the summer, I found out that my family was moving to Roswell, New Mexico. Allie and I weren't as upset as we had thought we would be. We stayed up all night one evening in late July and decided that we were better off as friends. We discovered that we didn't really love each other in a romantic way-I think we were both searching for our soul mates.
So, I packed my things and prepared to move, but things didn't go exactly as planned. Right before we were supposed to leave (the beginning of August), we found out that Allie was about a month pregnant. Needless to say, I was not about to abandon her. We were both seventeen and talked our parents into letting us marry. Why go to such extremes?
"I'll be damned if I'm going to have child out of wedlock!" Allie shrieked.
Her twin brother, Alex, stared at her incredulously. "Well, you should have thought 'bout that before you went and slept with Maxwell, Alexandra! For God's sake girl, use your head."
Alexandra and Alexander O'Connor were the strangest siblings you could ever meet, but more about that later.
Anyway, for Allie's sake, we got married and moved into an apartment near her parents while my parents and my twin sister, Isabel, moved to Roswell. We started our junior year and kept up our grades to keep the school authorities. Allie gave birth to our son, Riley Conner Evans, in April. Even though we didn't love each other in a romantic way, Allie and I were in heaven with our little family. Then, tragedy struck.
One month ago, Allie and Alex's parents were killed in a car crash. That's why we're moving. The three of us, plus Alex, are moving to Roswell to be near my parents. Hopefully, it will take some of the stress off of Allie and me so that we can have a good senior year.
"Maxwell, are ya coming or not?" Alex asked, peeking his red head through the door.
"Yeah. Sorry, I was just thinking."
"'Bout.?"
"My life and how different it is than I imagined it would be."
Alex shot me a look. "Well, that'll teach ya to go and knock up every girl ya date."
I just laughed. "Yeah, I guess you're right."
"Come on, we better get down stairs before Allie demonstrates the true meaning of the 'fighting Irish'."
I nodded and followed Alex, closing the door to a chapter of my life. Roswell, here I come.