Disclaimer: These characters belong to S. Meyer; I just use them for my vivid imagination on the short bus.
All chapters are pre-written, so there are no edits done by a beta. All errors are my own.
Y'all are such an amazing group of people. I'm still humbled and happy that you're enjoying these moments with me.
On we go…
-Leslie
September 24, 1996
Dear Baby Bean;
Your father again, sweet child.
Both, your mother and I agreed that we'd take turns writing to you once a month. We felt like this choice would please us both, but if I'm being honest, we would have probably agreed on writing to you once a day and been just as happy about that too. This way, the once a month thing, gives us a chance to soak it all in and decide on what the most important things in life were over the past month was to share with you in our writing.
I guess with most of our thoughts out there now, perhaps I could share with you things from the past as well as my hopes and dreams for your future.
My entry today will be about the first time I ever saw your mother. Man was she a beauty. There was just something about the way she held herself, there in that dimly light library corner. At first, I was terrified to approach her, scared that her demeanor would chew me and spit me out. I later found out, that she wasn't overly-confident and I had no worries about the kind woman chewing me up and spitting me out.
In all honesty, I never even realized that she was someone that I should have noticed outside of the walls of that library that night. Here she was, going to the university and studying the very same field I was. She too, was from a well to-do family, wanting to save the victims of the world. Apparently, we both held the compassion for our fellow citizens, wanting to use our inheritance to do pro-bono work.
Again, your mother is a beauty.
Here I was, a law student at Harvard, clearly having lost my mind. That first time I saw her, I lost all focus in my studies and spent the entire time staring at your mother across that dimly lit room. Tables between us, littered with other students and piles of books, yet she was the only thing I noticed.
All those wasted opportunities; times when I could have drowned out our professors, if I had only knew she sat closer to the back in our oversized classrooms. Man, when I found that out, I wanted to literally kick my own ass. Wait, don't say… No, don't repeat that word to your mother; she'll have both our heads.
Alright, back to the original story now. There I sat, completely devoid of anything else in my world for days. I watched her from afar, many times with baited breathe, just for a glance of her fingers running through her silky hair when she was frustrated with her studies. Moments when she would chew on her pen with a furrowed brow; to times when her nose would scrunch up adorably before her eyes twinkled when she understood the answer. All those things were only a few of tiny details that caused my heart to almost completely stop before coming to a stutter and finally taking back off in a gallop.
I bided my time, trying to completely psych myself up enough so I was capable of standing from my chair and pushing my feet one in front of the other. It took well over a week before this happened, but when I did, it was the best thing that had ever happened to me.
I stood before her, casting a shadow across her book, causing her to snap her head in my direction and that was the moment that I knew I would never, in all my life, love another. Those big, molten chocolate eyes gazed at me in confusion and a somewhat startled look of recognition.
It was in that moment, that I stuck my hand out and stuttered my name out, praying that she would not send me on my way. God must have had faith in me that day, because she didn't send me on my way, she kindly ask me to join her. That was when the planets aligned and all was right in the world.
By the end of the semester we had experienced all our firsts together, along with finding an apartment together. During the summer we had planned our wedding, married, and enjoyed a honeymoon in the rolling hills of Ireland. I had thought your mother as beautiful under the dim lights of the library, but nothing could surpass her beauty among those green hills.
I'll end there, that way I can save more for the future.
Love,
Your Proud Papa
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