I was currently reading "Wuthering Heights" one of my absolutely favourite books ever, when my 12 year old daughter, Ryan, came up to me.
"Mum," Ryan said. "Yes sweetheart?" I asked her while putting my book down.
"I was wondering," she started, but mumbled the last part.
"What did you say, honey?" I said while smoothing her brown hair to the side. "I said, I was wondering if you could tell me how you and dad met and fell in love," she looked up at me with the most innocent eyes wondering what our story was like. After she had said that I almost dropped my glass.
"What?" I asked astonished.
"I want to know how you and dad met," she looked up at me. I smiled down at her, I saw hope flash across her brown eyes. Hoping that she would be able to hear the story of how I met Harry. I nodded and told her, "Ok, but we have to wait until your father gets home so he can tell it as well," I explained to her. She smiled and nodded her head. She ran upstairs, probably to tell her friends that she is about to her a fairytale or something along those lines.
The thing is; it's not a fairytale. Way far from it actually, it's just a story of how we met. Yes, it might be a unique one, but still.
I went into the kitchen to get something to drink as I heard the front door open and heard, "I'm home!" I then heard feet running down the stairs. I walked out and saw Ryan running down the stairs.
"Ryan, please walk I don't want you to-" it was too late. She had tripped over her feet and landed face first onto the floor. Harry and I rushed to her side.
"Ryan, I have told you plenty of times not to run down the stairs," I scolded her. "Sorry, mum," she mumbled.
I shook my head and lightly laughed, "Its fine, honey," I said. I looked over towards Harry. He was smiling down at his daughter.
"Are you ok, Ryan?" he asked with concern. "I'm fine, I'm fine," she said as she got off the ground.
"Just be lucky that we have carpeting and not hard wood floors," he chuckled.
Harry took off his jacket and hung it in the closet. While he was doing so, Ryan pulled me to the side. "Mum, can you tell me how you guys met now?" she asked.
"Sure honey, in a minute we will tell you," Harry walked over to us. "What will we be telling her in a minute?" he put his arm around my waist.
"About how you and mom first met and how you to fell in love," she stared up at us in awe. Harry only nodded and led us to the couches.
"So?" she asked.
"Do you want to start it off, Felicity?" Harry questioned me.
"Sure," I said.
"It all started when an 8 year old, curly haired boy moved on to my street," I started.
Ok, I got bored and wanted to write this.
It may get a bit confusing because I will be going from the present to the past, but I will give you a heads up before the chapter starts.
So tell me what you think.
Is it good, bad? Ok?
Yeah, just tell me what you think!
P.S. This is how my parents met, and yeah. Ok bye for real now :)