by Portia Moore
“Christopher Calvin Scott do you take this woman to be your lawfully wedded bride to have and to hold as long as you both shall live?”
“I do,” he says. Holding my hand he gives me a wink that still sends butterflies off in my stomach. He asks me the same thing and I nod enthusiastically with a smile as wide as a Cheshire cat.
“Yes,” I say simply.
*
“Lauren will you do me the honor of having this dance with me?” Dexter asks, extending his hand out to me.
“Of course Mr. Crestfield,” I say with a laugh as Helen laughs at me but urges me forward. The band is playing a slow but up-tempo song as we make our way onto the dance floor between my groom and Raven and Mr. Scott and Helen dancing.
“You know when Cal first told me about you, I was worried about him."
“I was harmless, you should have been worried about me,” I retort playfully.
“You’re the best thing that ever happened to him,” he says, sincerely.
“Thank you Dexter. That means a lot coming from you. Thank you for everything as well,” I tell him. Then I notice my hubby has gotten up on stage with the guitar. Everyone around us stops dancing and looks at the stage.
“I’d like to dedicate this song, to my beautiful, amazing, smart and extremely sexy wife. Who, for some reason, agreed to get on this roller coaster with me again. This is for you babe,” he says looking me in the eye and beginning to play the song we first danced to all those nights ago in his apartment. You always hear the phrase fall in love all over again with someone. Before I met him I didn’t think it was possible, but I’ve fallen in love with him three times. Once when he called himself Cal, again when he called himself Chris and right now as he plays his heart out for me in front of everyone, keeping eye contact the entire time. When he’s done everyone applauds and catcalls. I start to make my way to the stage when Hillary grabs me and leans over in my ear.
“I know I’ve asked you this a thousand times but come on, you’ve got to tell me, which one is he? He’s got to be Cal, right? But you said Chris knew how to play the guitar, Cal didn’t?” she asks, and for the thousandth time I roll my eyes at her playfully.
“I told you he’s both,” I wink at her. Once I reach the stage he lifts a hand out for me and pulls me right up.
“I love you Mrs. Scott,” he grins at me.
“I love you more Mr. Scott,” I tell him before he pulls me into his arms. I kiss him with all that’s in me and he does the same. Some days I see more of Chris, others he’s more Cal like. Sometimes I even see bits of Collin strangely. Really I’ve learned they're all just titles to different facets of his personality, categories of his moods.
We dance right there on stage, surrounded by our family and friends. As we sway to the music I feel that familiar trace on my back. I glance up at him and he winks at me and I wink back. I love this man every day, every part of him, and I will for the rest of my life. My beautifully broken Prince Charming and I wouldn’t prefer him any other way.
The end.
Author’s Note
Hey, there! You reading this!
Thank you for sticking with me through the twists and turns, tears and laughs of the Scotts. These characters have been with me for almost ten years in the making. They sat stagnant for almost four years and Lauren haunted me every so often to give her an happy ending after I wrote the first draft of 'if I break' back in 2004. These characters have literally changed my life.
You all have changed my life. To think that I have had my dreams come true of telling stories for a living. I cannot say how grateful I am to you all and thank God each and every day for sending you all my way.
I hope you enjoyed Cal/Chris and Lauren's story. I wanted to end their journey the right way. I hope it met your expectations. Maybe in the future you’ll see them again. I am toying with the idea of writing Lisa’s story. Who knows, what do you think? Regardless, I hope you stick with me for all the other stories that play in my head. I do have one favor for you. If you enjoyed the book please take time to leave a review at whatever site you purchased on and/or Goodreads and don’t forget to tell a friend about the series & that the first book is free. I appreciate anyone who takes the time to do so. If you’d like to reach me I check my Facebook everyday so feel free to connect with me at facebook.com/portiamoorebooks. Or email me at [email protected].
Though this is a work of fiction DID (Dissociative Identity Disorder) is a very real disorder that affects thousands of people. If you’d like to learn more about it see my webpage here and scroll to the bottom for more information.
Until the next one.
God bless!
Portia XOXO.
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