House of Cards (12 page)

Afterward, we make way into the basement for a luncheon put on by the church. Gram was a huge member of the
congregation, so they decided to do the luncheon free of charge in honor of her. I grab a plate for me and little man to share and of course one for my beautiful wife. Abby grabs all of the things that she’ll actually eat on a plate and then we make it back to the table. I sit down and my band mates fill the empty seats. Little man is walking around the table, making sure to entertain everyone. He keeps insulting each band member with goofy things like “Nose picker” and “Feet sniffer”. We are all cracking up each time he says something and his smile is ear to ear. Ava looks at me sternly, but can’t help but crack a smile herself. I must admit, the kids a spitting image of me. Crazy hair and converse tennis shoes on his feet. He looks handsome, even a mess.

“He
y, I didn’t teach him that shit!” I respond in my defense. She laughs.

“Shit!” King exclaims and I throw a hand over my mouth to keep from laughing even harder.

“Oh yeah…definitely wasn’t you babe! Must have been a ghost…or Uncle Tripp.” She looks over at Tripp. He’s picked up King and placed him in this lap. He can’t get enough of the kid, I’m convinced that he wants one of his own. He needs to make shit right with Faith in order for that to ever happen though because I highly doubt he wants to have any children with those bar flies that have been buzzing around him lately in her absence. I’ve heard that Faith found someone knew, but she hasn’t brought him around me yet. I just hear things from Ava. Faith and Tripp sit as far apart from each other as possible, but I can still feel the tension.

Tripp lifts King high into the air shouting, “You are the King of Spades
!” And King is reduced to a fit of giggles which ultimately makes everyone around the table giggle too. This, right here, this is what Gram would have wanted: family and friends getting together and celebrating her life. This is a perfect ending - my happily ever after. I now have a full house and I wouldn’t change a thing.

The End.

But Baby, it’s really only the beginning.

With every single day better than the last.

Written In Memory of

Anna L. Pinson (Gram)

Together Again.

Acknowledgements

It would be nearly impossible for me to list every person individually that has helped me along the way. As much as I want to. I sincerely could write a novel alone on all of the people that I love and appreciate.

Special Thanks to my Mom who has always been there for me through thick and thin.

Faith & Family, You have always had my back. I love you more than words.

Kelly, Sophie, Lesley, Tijan, Amber-my BAB’s…you girls…you make my world go round’. Thank you for listening to me bitch. Thank you for being my support. I trust you girls with my life. I love you all.

All of my beta’
s, you know who you are! I trust the honest opinions of all of you ladies! I would be lost without you. You all make me happy in the pants.

Honorable mention to Kris Adams, Heather McGuire, Jennifer Mitchell, Amanda Stover, Lesley Peck, Ikelia Francis, Rosemarie McKenzie and Stacy Nickelson for loving Daxton and my story the way that I do! Thank you for allowing me to vent and for holding my hand as I’m scared to death to hit publish! LOL. There are so many more names I’d like to list. Please don’t be mad at me. I haven’t forgotten about you! Just trying to keep it as short and simple as possible. You ALL are appreciated!

The blogs, the readers, my fellow authors and everyone in between. This crazy book world has taken hold of me and I am hoping that it won’t let me go anytime soon. THANK YOU! I heart you all!

Happy Reading XOXO

About The Author:

*23 Years Young.
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*Currently resides in Michigan, USA.
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Faith’s Story.

Release date TBA: 2014

I can hardly stand to sit this close to him. I hate him. I fucking love to hate him. It was so easy for him to throw me aside like I never meant a thing. I know we never made anything official, but I’ve never had to try so hard to get a guy’s attention until now.

Ava and Daxton’s wedding was absolutely beautiful. I’m not surprised. Everything about them is beautiful. It has been from the very start of their relationship. They make me sick. Seriously, sick to my stomach. Gag me with a spoon with all this fucking cuteness. And here I sit, while everyone else is dancing, stuffing my face with chocolate covered strawberries and champagne. If nobody else wants to romanticize me, I’ll spoil my got damn self. I’m not ashamed. I’m worth it.

A girl, not sure who the hell she is, walks over to Tripp. I’m not close enough to hear what she’s saying, but when I see him laugh at whatever she’s saying my blood begins to boil.

“That’s my man bitch.” I say out loud. The stranger sitting to my left laughs. I turn around to look and it’s an older woman. Probably a friend of Gram’s from church.

“Well if that’s your man…what are you doing still sitting
here? If I was ten years younger, I’d eat him up and look the bowl after I’m done.” I bust up laughing. Ten years younger is an understatement, but I’ll let her slide for creativity points alone. I can only hope to be that fucking naughty still when I’m old.

             
“You’re right. I’m too cute to sit on the sidelines. In fact, I’m fucking gorgeous.” I’ve found that pep talking yourself up before completely pissing off people generally works wonders. Especially when you’re nice and drunk like I am right now. I stand up quickly and grip the chair to keep from falling. I straighten out the crinkles on my hideous maid of honor dress, that I can still rock mind you because I’m hot and I march right over to where Tripp and the girl are shamelessly flirting. Laughing at everything the other is saying. Before I can reach them, he takes her hand in his and leads her out onto the dance floor.

             
They start to slow dance. Not close together, like awkward kids do at middle school dances, but seriously make that shit look good. It’s almost as if they are trained at ballroom. They dance effortlessly together. I can’t stomach watching this any longer. I will have the last word.

             
I march out on the dance floor, tap Tripp roughly on the shoulder and smirk as best as I can when he turns to look.

             
“Oh…hi Faith. How’ve you been?” He says in a subdued tone of voice. Small talk, really?

             
“Cut the shit, Tripp. I can’t believe you’ve moved on so quickly.” He attempts to cut me off by hastily throwing up his hand, but I of course don’t let that stop me. Oh no, I’m much too stubborn for that.

“What’s
this bimbo have that I don’t have?” I ask furiously.

“His DNA” Random girl responds. I don’t even know what the fact that’s supposed to mean.

“What…like his baby?” I question even louder. She laughs and Tripp follows suit. It only fuels my fire. I rare my fist back, getting ready to deck her when a strong arm grips me from behind.

“Faith…” Daxton’s unmistakable voice sounds. “Meet Lexi, Tripp’s little sister.”