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Chapter Eleven
I still can't help feeling like all of this is nothing but a dream. A dream that I will wake up and find that none of it is real. How can someone like me a nobody ever be lucky enough to have someone love me and even want to marry me. Please if this is a dream, don't let me wake up let me stay sleeping till I find out how it really ends.
There is a knock on my door and I open my eyes and look around and I'm still here at the Manor and a tear runs down my face and I open the door and there stands Seto. "Hey, what's wrong?" He wants to know. I try to smile by all I can do is stand there looking at the him and then I say "just scared that this is all a dream and that I will wake up and find that none of this has ever been real.
Seto takes me in his arms and as he comes into my room and closes the door he kisses me and then he takes my hand and we walk over to the bed and lay down and then he whispers to me "hey, I've had the same dream lately and you know what? I isn't a dream at all. I wake up happier then I've ever been and it's all because of you loving me and accepting me as I am. Together we've come a long way from where we began and I promise you that we'll never go back there ever again." As we hold each other I smile and wipe my face and then I ask "what can I do for you?" and he laughs and then he tells me "Millie wants to know if maybe we could have a double Wedding?"
My face lights up and I touch the side of my lovers face and say "that is the best idea that I've ever heard of. That woman is the one who kept my sanity and I would love to share the day with her and Roland." Seto then kisses me and he says "we need to get the hell out of here before something happens that neither of us is ready for just yet." We get up and go to the kitchen and get something cold to drink and tell Millie that we would be honored to have a double Wedding.
Carl came to talk to me and he asked me "is it alright if I take your mom out to dinner?" I couldn't believe that he would actually come to me, but then I was happy that he did and I stood there face to face with the man who has made my mom smile for the very first time and I told him "I know that she'd love to go out with you, but just remember this, you make her cry and I will hunt you down and you don't want to know what I'll do to you." Then all of a sudden there stood Seto, Millie and Roland and they all said "that goes double for all of us." Carl smiled and then he said "how could I hurt my own heart? Your mother has become the reason that I wake up each day with a smile on my face and go to bed praying that it isn't just my imagination that she really is real." Then I shake hands with him and I say "then by all means take her out and have a really great time.
Serenity came over here to the Manor to stay with us while mom and Carl go out to dinner. We talked about things and she tells me that she is a little scared to be going to a new school but then I tell her "just give it time and you'll make lots of friends." Then she tells me "that her dream is to become a Pediatrician" and I know that she will see that dream come true. My sister is very smart in fact she got all the brains in the family and I'm so damn proud of her. We talk some more and then Mokie comes and asks if she wants to go swimming and I have to smile as I see her face light up when she sees him.
Millie tell us that dinner is ready and as we all come into the kitchen, I look around at all the faces of the people who mean the world to me a tears runs down my face and then a voice says "son, it's real" and then Millie hugs me and we go sit down and eat dinner. Mom called around ten that evening and "told me that they had a really good time and then she said I hope that you don't mind but Carl is staying the night he doesn't want me alone by myself." I had to smile to myself and then I said "mom, I love you and tell Carl from me that I love him too, and then I tell her good-night" and I went to bed.
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Chapter Twelve Coming Up...The Weddings...
