EVE: A Short Unforgettable Love Story

Chapter Sixteen

Kellan Porter POV

We drove back and invited her at my house. We talked about what happened on our lives between those twelve years, as I cooked us dinner. She talks with me, like how she talks when she was thirteen-the same jolliness, the same spark. I was just smiling ang laughing with her all throughout the conversation. We converse so much as we sat in the couch as we eat and sip a red wine. “You’re really good at cooking.” She spoke as she took a bite of the pasta I cooked. I smiled. “that’s exactly the reason why I pursue Culinary arts, because I know you love my cooking.” She smiled, delighted by what I had just said. The same beautiful smile that captures my heart- like a basking sunshine. She leaned forward and kissed me softly; I kissed her back. I could taste the sweet wine on her tongue. We kissed—slow, gentle, like we’ve got all the time in the world. I could feel every ounce of passion in me screaming for something more, I could see it through her eyes as well. The warmth of her body on top of me, sending a sparking flame as we lie on the couch. We kissed hard and deep- slow and steady, not frantic or rushed. I taste her and touched her on places I have never touched before. “Are you sure about this?” I spoke. She smiled, and just kissed me. I kissed her right back, this time harder and deeper. She didn’t know I’ve been craving for this my entire life. I craved her, I want her, I need her, entirely. We’re both n***d, as our warm bodies pressed together. We move gentle and slow, like we’re both learning and memorizing each other’s curves, stretch marks, our n***d, uncovered bodies we’ve never seen before. She fits against me perfectly, like she’s just made for me. As we make love it’s more than just physical—it’s a conversation we’ve been craving for half our lives, a promise that we’ll hold onto each other tight no matter what life will throw at us again. I wrapped my hands tightly between her fingers as she clings the other tightly behind my back when she’s close. “I love you,” I say. “I love you too,” she murmurs back, as we nakedly embrace each other on the couch.

After that night, we became much more in love. And every chance we get, we make love-at her place, at mine, at my kitchen counter, at her room, at her room, at my stairs. We couldn’t get enough of each other. We were so in love every second, every minute, every hour, every day. We celebrate her birthday, and surprised her with the precious people in her life- both our mothers, Mr. Gibson, and Liam, which later gave their blessings to us. Seasons past quickly but we didn’t waste any time embracing each other.

One night, as we leaned at each other at the boardwalk lighthouse stargazing, she thought it was just a normal day, but I have planned to make it special. Suddenly, the night sky explodes in color- fireworks she never knew I had set up with our family. She gasps, covering her mouth with her free hand, her eyes wide with wonder. When she turned her head on mine, I was there drop on one knee, holding a red box with a diamond ring. Before I could even ask her if she will marry me, her tears shining in her eyes as he jumped and throw her arms around me, then shouted yes! “Isabella, I never even ask you yet.” I spoke laughing. “Kellan, you don’t have to, I will still answer you with yes, a thousand times yes!” she laughs through her tears, kissing each other hard, as another wave of fireworks lights up the sky behind us. I slip the ring on her finger—it fits perfectly—and pull her close, holding her tightly. “You’re the woman, I wanted to spend my life with. You’re the woman I want to fell in love with forever.” I whispered, she responded with a kiss.

Three months after the engagement, I am wearing a black ironed suit standing steady at the end of the aisle, barely keeping my hands from shaking. The door of the chapel slowly opened, then she walks in like an angel shining as the sunlight hits her. She’s wearing a white satin dress that flows like water around her feet, hair tucked with fresh flowers, holding bouquet bursting with different color. She’s the most beautiful woman I have seen, and she’s exactly the woman I have dreamed. When she saw me and she smile, I feel like I was the luckiest man alive. It’s her smile that stops my heart—so bright, so full of life, it feels like the whole room lights up with her. As she glides down the aisle, each step steady and sure, and I can see tears of joy sparkling in her eyes. “I didn’t even know what to say now.” I said, people laughed, as they leer their ears on my wedding vow. “There are thousands of words I wanted to say, but I don’t know where to start. But when I looked at Isabella, I could see the thirteen-year-old-girl I fell in love with in high school, who carries so much light with her. I remember I said back then that if I ever married anyone, it would be you. I never stopped believing that, even when we were miles apart for twelve years. And now, I’m staring at the most beautiful woman of my dream. You changed me. The light you carries seeped in to my bone remaking the very way I see the world bright like how you see it. You’re the very best thing that happened to me, Isabella.” I paused and stared at her, seeing her tears filled her eyes. “My love.” my voice thick with emotions. “I wanted to spend every single day on earth with you, to hear your life, and see every sparkle of your eyes and your beautiful smile. I promise to love you as much as that seventeen-year-old-boy. I will hold your hand even tighter and I will spend every day showing you that you’re not just the woman that I love—you’re my Life.”

After we say “I do,” we set off travelling the world. In Italy, we experience the Pizza and Gelato in Rome. In Greece, we watched sunsets paint the refreshing blue sea water. France gave us long walks under the Eiffel Tower, and experience their local café with their famous croissants. And in Ireland, we got lost in green rolling hills, yet we discovered some historic, enchanted kingdoms in the way-Isabella really loved them. Everywhere we went, she lit up the room—taking photos, talking to strangers like they were old friends, soaking up every moment like it was a gift.

Two years later, we spent every single day at our home. Sometimes, she helped me at the Polaris Restaurant, making the place more vibrant and blissful like she did years ago at the Mechanic Shop. We build a garden where she grows her favorite flowers and vegetables. We renovated an old room to be her new Art Room, where it has a balcony and a huge window so she could paint with tranquil. We spend every afternoon at the lighthouse, and stargaze at night. Some nights, as I cooked, she plays the same old classic songs and we slow dance. We spend weekends with our mothers and Mr. Gibson, doing picnics at the local park. I find myself hurrying home every single day, just like her dad used to do—because I know the moment I walk through the door, she’ll be there with that smile that makes everything light.

Then, in the spring of 1997, she surprised me with the most beautiful gift-I’m going to be a father! We hold each other so tight, thanking every star in the sky for bringing us a new wonderful gift.

Everything about life seems perfectly aligning-not just the baby names that we’ve listed in a single paper. We finally know the gender of our baby-it’s a baby girl. Isabella is now 16 weeks pregnant. We spent almost hours thinking f a possible pretty name for our baby. We’ve gone through everything-names from our families, names of those main characters in books, the names that just randomly popped on our minds which we think are cute, literally everything- and Isabella, also doesn’t like anything. She said, the names just don’t feel right for our baby.

One afternoon as the golden hour light wraps around us. She’s tucked against my side, her hand resting gently on her five months belly. Her face is glowing so bright it outshines the sunlight on the surface of the water. “I can’t believe this is all real,” she says, her voice soft and full of wonder. “Until now, I couldn’t believe I’m going to be a mother. This was just a dream, and now it’s finally real. “She spoke expressively. I remember, being a mother was indeed her ultimate dream-she told me that. I tend to look at her, her eyes sparkling with tears. “I feel so happy. Thank you for making my dream came true, my love.” She spoke. I pull her closer, wrapping my arms gently around her. “You deserve all of this, my love.” I tell her gently rubbing her belly. She leans her head back on to my arms.