Broken Dreams Stories

Chapter 35

With tears in my eyes, I thank the guys. Patrick steps forward, scooping me up in his arms. The other four crowded close, each taking my hand and kissing me. Then they all returned to the house, leaving Patrick and I alone on the porch. Still cradling me in his arms, Patrick walked around the corner of the house to a covered swing that faced the side yard, which held several different fruit trees and a vegetable garden

Patrick sat with me on the swing, pushing it into motion with his long gs. I was content to sit quietly and was happy that Patrick was not the type of guy who wanted the constant conversation to fill the quiet after almost twenty minutes of enjoying the quiet sounds of the breeze rustling the leaves on the fruit trees and the birds singing. urned to look at Patrick.

“Thank you for being understanding and not getting mad,” I said quietly. Then, I wrapped my arms around his neck and rested my head against his shoulder.

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* Love, I would never be mad at you for something you can’t control, and don’t think for a moment I wouldn’t do everything in my power to make sure you had the help you needed. You have been through a lot of traumatic shit, and it’s going to take time for you to heal and feel safe again. Patrick carefully wrapped his arms around me, and I tilled my head to kiss him again.

“Are you starting to feel better?” He asked, brushing his fingers through my hair.

“I am; sitting outside with you makes me feel much better. Our day started rocky, but do you still want to do something?” I asked hopefully.

Mo Chuishle?” I sat up, looking at him

Mo Chuishle? Mean? Is it Irish? I was always fascinated with

translation means my pulse, but when someone says it, they mean that you have

smiled, giving him another kiss, “So, what was your original

thinking of letting you pick between the zoo or

went to the zoo once when I was little. It was a school field trip, and we all had clipboards with questions to answer about the different

going to have to fix that then. Neither place should be that busy today since it’s a weekday, so

but let’s go to the aquarium I want to see the fish.” I smiled at him, happy with my

get going.” With that, Patrick stood up and, still in his arms, carried me to the car and buckled me into

seat.

me about a little deli The knew of that made amazing sandwiches, I agreed we would stop there for a fast lunch. Patrick was right; the sandwiches were excellent and enormous. I ordered the smallest size they had

together with Conner as the head of the family. Patrick explained that while yes he and all his dads worked

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