Where the Wind Blows Magic happens

Chapter 1

Nothing could be better than this! That was my last thought in my 17-year-old mind, before I fell asleep in Tydus’s arms….

Kendal P.O.V.

“I need the order for table 10 like yesterday”. My boss yelled at the kitchen while we were waiting for my order to come up.

 “You should really be nicer, you know. They really are working hard and it’s not their fault we got hit so early this morning”. I say to my boss Mark while watching the cooks run around the kitchen trying to get the food up. 

“I know it’s not and I am just giving them a little forceful motivation.” He says while smiling at me. Mark is not a bad guy, but he could be a real asshole when the restaurant was busy. He is never an asshole to me though, no matter how hectic it was. He has been sweet on me since I started about 6 months ago. He is about 6’ tall, with dark hair, olive skin, works out on a regular to keep his physique tight, and has big blue eyes. I can see why so many girls come in just to flirt with him. He is very handsome and has a smile to melt hearts. He doesn’t seem to take any of them seriously. I keep telling him he is going to let the perfect girl slip away with his whorish shenanigans. 

“Finally, thank you! Here, get this out to table 10 for me”, he said while passing me a large tray full of food. As I walk to the table, putting on the friendliest smile I can manage, the front door of the restaurant opens and in walks a guy. Not just any guy, but tall, dark and handsome. He is probably 6’5”, with a darker caramel complexion, curly hair just long enough to drop past his ears and still has a clean-cut line edging his curls. I lock eyes with him, those eyes, I know them anywhere! They are the most beautiful set of eyes I have ever seen; they are dangerous and tempting. Damnit, why is he here?

I finally break eye contact and finish walking to my table, set the tray down and pass out the plates. I feel his eyes on me the whole time and I wish I could melt into the floor. As soon as I finish placing all the plates on the table and make sure the table needs for nothing, I move as fast as I can to the back. I throw the tray on the stack and keep walking. My boss yells for me to come back but I

could care less, I needed to get space between me and that guy.

Yanking my apron off, throwing it in my locker and giving my locker more abuse than it deserves, I slam it shut. I can’t believe I just seen him, here of all places. He left without so much as a goodbye and has the nerve to come back now? No, I have to get out of here. I can’t risk seeing him again. I grab my purse and jacket and start to walk out when Mark grabs my arm.

“Where are you going? It is so busy out there we need you!” he stated almost frantically while gripping my arm tighter than needed. 

“There is a person out there that I cannot see. I have to get out of here, I do not want any trouble, so I have to go!” I say just above a whisper, tears threatening to overflow my lashes, as he stares at me. He releases my arm, gives me a hug and a quick peck on the cheek, then gains his composure, and turns to start to walk away, but turns back around to say, “I will cover for you today, but tomorrow I’ll need you ready bright and early, don’t be late!” He walks out and the dam breaks, tears stream down my cheeks as I walk as fast as I can to my car. As I got in, I see him standing just inside the front window of the restaurant staring at me. Those eyes are what attracted me back then, but now they look angry. Why would he be angry? Why do those damn eyes still have an effect on me now? I have spent years forgetting those damn eyes.

I start the engine and gun it out the parking lot as fast possible! I am supposed to be working, but since I am not, I think the only place I can go with my newfound freedom. There really is only 1 place I want to go. After about 10 minutes of driving, I turn into the driveway. I dry my eyes as best as I can before getting out and walking up to the door. I don’t knock, I just go in and there he is, the one person I want to see, and he runs into my arms. This is what I needed, this hug from my 4-year-old son to put me back together again. Grabbing me tightly, I pick him up and squeeze a little more before setting him down to play again and walking into the kitchen. I grab a cup and pour some coffee in it and finally sit down and meet the eyes of my best friend in the whole world Morgan. 

“What happened?” she asked. 

“He is back” is all I can say, just above a whisper. 

While shaking her head she says, “You look like hell, go shower, put on some comfy clothes and we will talk more when you get done.” while pouring herself another cup of coffee. 

I walk down the hall and go to her closet, find some Pajama pants and tank, the perk of having a best friend who wears the same size clothes as you, and head to the bathroom. I turn the water hot on and just stand under it. The hot water seeped into my sore, tired muscles, and let the tears fall freely. It is gratifying and when the stream of tears finally stops, I use her shampoo and body wash, get clean and finally shut the water off. It felt like 5 minutes, but in actuality it was about 30 minutes, I had been in there and I felt better.

When I walked out, I picked Chance up and hugged him again. “Mama, I missed you” he says. “I missed you more buddy” I say back. “How about we have a sleep over here at auntie Morgan’s tonight?” I asked and he shook his head yes with excitement. He loved staying at Aunt Morgan’s house. She spoiled him so much, in her eyes, he could do no wrong. 

Morgan has been my best friend for about 15 years now, we met in elementary school and hit it off instantly. When the guy I was in love with at 17 years old, who I thought loved me broke my heart Morgan was right there to help me piece it back together. Then about a week after my heart break, my mother and father were killed in a plane crash. My father was very business savvy and worked a lot, his company decided to have a holiday party in the Bahamas and even though I begged them not to go they did. I was 17 years old when I got the call from the police that the plane had a malfunction and went down. I didn’t have to even call Morgan she was already staying with, so I wouldn’t be alone while they were gone, and she stayed by my side during the planning and prep and everything to lay my parents to rest.

My 18th birthday was a week later, and she baked me a cake and tried to cheer me up but it was hell.

Morgan was my rock yet again when 6 weeks later I found out I was pregnant with my little lovebug. I don’t know where I would be without her but looking at her right now, I don’t know what to say to her. 

“Are you going to tell him?” she asked softly. “I don’t know, I am hoping it was just a fluke he came in and is now leaving again without me having to see him again”. I say back looking in the cup of coffee in my hand. 

“I know you don’t want to see him, and you don’t want to talk to him, but he has a 4-year-old son he doesn’t even know exists Kendal. You need to tell him before he disappears again, and my baby Chance hates us because his father was never here and it’s because we never told him about Chance.” She said almost emotionless. She knows how I feel about him, and she knows I tried to find him after that night together, but he disappeared off the face of the earth. I couldn’t tell him then and now I don’t want to tell him! I am over him and even though she is right, and it infuriates me to admit it he does deserve to know. 

“I do not want to share my CHANCE with him.

What if he decides he wants to be a part of his life? I don’t want to share. He doesn’t deserve my son!” I say louder than I thought it would come out, causing Chance to come into the kitchen.

“Mama are you okay? Who made you sad, I will beat them up?” He said smiling at me. “My sweet boy, you cannot beat up anyone mommy is mad at herself. That is all, me and Aunt Morgan are talking go play. Maybe we will bake some cookies or a cake tonight. Pick a movie we will watch it with popcorn and snacks in a little bit, okay?” I say smiling as his face lit up at the thought of sweets and a movie. 

He ran back to the living room where his favorite show was on the TV and a ton of action figures and cars were spread across the floor. I turned back to Morgan and the tears I thought I had exhausted started to flow again. I patched my heart and turned it to stone after he left, and my parents died.

I didn’t get close to anyone, except Morgan because I didn’t want to feel that pain again. When Chance was born it was the day I decided to protect and love him with everything I have in me.

The thought of opening up and having to share any part of my little world made me angry. “I am sorry, I am tired, and my head hurts and I really just want to lay down for a bit, get my head right before I decide on this Morg.” I plead. “Go take a nap, me and Chance are going to go get the popcorn and stuff for tonight okay. Oh, I was thinking tacos for dinner.” She said more than asked.

“That is fine” I simply replied 

“Rest well” she said, and with that she walked away telling Chance to get his shoes and jacket.