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worker. It’s like a whole new Brooke came back from that shopping trip. She’s happier, funnier, sweeter, kinder… I could go on and on spouting her commendable virtues. She is exactly the girl I started to care about when we first got together.
I’m not one to look a gift horse in the mouth, so I’m riding it out and crossing my fingers that this Brooke is here to stay. I already cared about her, but if she keeps this up, I might actually see myself falling for her eventually. We’ll see though. Anything is possible and I already know how quickly her moods can swing. For now, I’m just content with how things have settled between us.
Emma and I had a nice conversation after our recent visit. I was damn curious to know what transpired between Brooke and her that would bring out this sudden change. Emma didn’t want to go into details with everyone else around, so I had to wait to talk to her after the fact. Apparently, she and Brooke had a heart to heart about us all getting along as a family and putting our differences aside. I can’t say I’m surprised that Emma chose to be the bigger person rather than alienate Brooke or make her feel less than worthy based on her behavior. That’s just the type of person she is.
“Brooke surprised me with how nice she can be once that bitchy exterior washes away. I truly believe she cares about you, Jacob. Maybe she has a hard time showing it, especially with all her insecurities. And she’s actually quite funny. She does some wicked impersonations. Once we got the ‘coming to Jesus’ part out of the way, we got along really well.” That was Emma’s explanation of their time together. I still can’t believe it, but actions speak louder than words and right now Brooke’s actions are screaming good things.
“What do you think about me redecorating the guest room?” Brooke asks, breaking me from my thoughts.
“I think that’s a great idea. I know how much you like that kind of thing,” I say in between bites of the spaghetti that we are eating for dinner.
“I don’t like how bland it is in there. I was thinking about getting some new bed linens and painting the room a pale yellow. It will brighten it up in there and make it a little more welcoming. What do you think?” She cocks her head to the side, looking a little nervous about my reaction to her choices.
“Do whatever you want. Just don’t make it too frilly, it’s still my office and I want to feel comfortable when I’m in there. Other than that, have at it.” I take a sip of my milk and continue eating. Brooke isn’t the greatest cook, but one thing she can do well is red sauce. I always look forward to Sunday dinners when she makes pasta and sauce.
“I wouldn’t do that. You’ve been spending so much time in there over the last month or two. I just wanted to do something nice for you. And I think it’s important for me to put my mark on this place seeing as how I live here now.”
“Thank you for making this place look more like a home instead of a bachelor pad,” I give her a grin and reach over to wipe some sauce from the corner of her mouth. “When were you going to start?” I’ll need to get my Sam mementos out of the closet before she does her thing. I don’t want her to find what I’ve got hidden in there.
“Probably on my next day off,” she shrugs and before I have a chance to ask her when that is, Brooke’s phone starts ringing.
“Oh! That’s Kara. I better take this.” Brooke picks up our plates and heads into the kitchen talking animatedly about a mutual friend’s upcoming wedding. I push my chair back and head to the living room to watch television.
I’m halfway through a DVR’d episode of Southland , when a beer appears in my line of vision. I take a swig of it and set it on the coffee table, turning my attention back to the show. When a commercial comes on, Brooke crawls in my lap and straddles me before I have a chance to hit fast forward on the
I’m not one to look a gift horse in the mouth, so I’m riding it out and crossing my fingers that this Brooke is here to stay. I already cared about her, but if she keeps this up, I might actually see myself falling for her eventually. We’ll see though. Anything is possible and I already know how quickly her moods can swing. For now, I’m just content with how things have settled between us.
Emma and I had a nice conversation after our recent visit. I was damn curious to know what transpired between Brooke and her that would bring out this sudden change. Emma didn’t want to go into details with everyone else around, so I had to wait to talk to her after the fact. Apparently, she and Brooke had a heart to heart about us all getting along as a family and putting our differences aside. I can’t say I’m surprised that Emma chose to be the bigger person rather than alienate Brooke or make her feel less than worthy based on her behavior. That’s just the type of person she is.
“Brooke surprised me with how nice she can be once that bitchy exterior washes away. I truly believe she cares about you, Jacob. Maybe she has a hard time showing it, especially with all her insecurities. And she’s actually quite funny. She does some wicked impersonations. Once we got the ‘coming to Jesus’ part out of the way, we got along really well.” That was Emma’s explanation of their time together. I still can’t believe it, but actions speak louder than words and right now Brooke’s actions are screaming good things.
“What do you think about me redecorating the guest room?” Brooke asks, breaking me from my thoughts.
“I think that’s a great idea. I know how much you like that kind of thing,” I say in between bites of the spaghetti that we are eating for dinner.
“I don’t like how bland it is in there. I was thinking about getting some new bed linens and painting the room a pale yellow. It will brighten it up in there and make it a little more welcoming. What do you think?” She cocks her head to the side, looking a little nervous about my reaction to her choices.
“Do whatever you want. Just don’t make it too frilly, it’s still my office and I want to feel comfortable when I’m in there. Other than that, have at it.” I take a sip of my milk and continue eating. Brooke isn’t the greatest cook, but one thing she can do well is red sauce. I always look forward to Sunday dinners when she makes pasta and sauce.
“I wouldn’t do that. You’ve been spending so much time in there over the last month or two. I just wanted to do something nice for you. And I think it’s important for me to put my mark on this place seeing as how I live here now.”
“Thank you for making this place look more like a home instead of a bachelor pad,” I give her a grin and reach over to wipe some sauce from the corner of her mouth. “When were you going to start?” I’ll need to get my Sam mementos out of the closet before she does her thing. I don’t want her to find what I’ve got hidden in there.
“Probably on my next day off,” she shrugs and before I have a chance to ask her when that is, Brooke’s phone starts ringing.
“Oh! That’s Kara. I better take this.” Brooke picks up our plates and heads into the kitchen talking animatedly about a mutual friend’s upcoming wedding. I push my chair back and head to the living room to watch television.
I’m halfway through a DVR’d episode of Southland , when a beer appears in my line of vision. I take a swig of it and set it on the coffee table, turning my attention back to the show. When a commercial comes on, Brooke crawls in my lap and straddles me before I have a chance to hit fast forward on the
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