Hey,
I'm back with the final installment of my series A Love Story. Brett and Isla have had an interesting time. From watching their brothers work through situation that would break most people and meeting a friend that is a true hero. Brett and Isla maintain their love for each other. It is their turn.
I would like to thank Andi for taking the time to edit this story. You are the best.
For now, I hope you enjoy reading the final story about Brett and Isla. All the characters in this story are above the age of consent.
Enjoy
IR2R
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Brett Graves was exhausted. As a junior lawyer in his father's firm, he worked twice as hard as every other attorney. Often he was frustrated, especially when others seemed to love trying to show his father that he messed up. So to prevent this from happening, Bret was extra cautious. The problem wasn't really his father, but the other lawyers. Many saw that his father owned the firm and assumed he had a free ride. Earl Graves was a slave driver.
In his firm, failure was not an option. After Daniel left a few years ago because of how the workers interacted, Earl tightened the reins on the people that worked for him. Bret started working for him a few years ago, and Brett often felt as if he was a disappointment for him. As the youngest son, he wanted more than anything to please his father. His oldest brother, Andrew, had his own detective agency. Daniel, his next oldest brother, had his own law firm. His brother, Peter, was a doctor, and even his younger sister, Emily had her own company. He felt like a failure.
The year before, in an effort to exert his independence, he bought his first home a effectively moving out of his parents home. Now, at his mother's insistence, he stayed with them only when work required extensive attention. He was at home when Kim called and told him Isla had been attacked. Within the hour, he was at the hospital. His parents were not surprised to see him.
His mother, Bria, told him Isla's brother was on his way and would be there soon. Brett sat in the waiting room. Peter had come out and explained that she was in surgery. She had several stab wounds and the surgeons were repairing the damage. Brett's heart raced. It seemed like days had past even though it had only been a few hours. Soon, Oman rushed into the waiting area with Snake and Emily. Isla was out of surgery and Peter was taking them to her room.
"Look, she has been through a trauma. Don't ask a lot of questions. Right now we are trying to keep her calm." Peter explained. Andrew nodded. The family entered her room. Isla was alert, and Peter reminded her to stay calm. She had just come out of surgery, so try not to recall too much. The nurse came and called Peter for the other victim. Isla's friend had taken several serious blows and he was concerned she had a serious concussion. Peter told them he needed to check on the other victim and left the room. Everyone talked but Brett could not say anything.
She was hurt. Isla was hurt. Some bastard abused and tried to force...
Brett exhaled and stepped out of the room. Seeing her bandaged and bruised made him furious.
Isla saw him walk out. She tried to act as if it didn't bother her, but it did. Andrew saw the look of disappointment in her eyes and smiled. He'd drag Brett's behind back inside. Isla smiled and continued to talk briefly with Earl and Bria.
So, Brett left. I'm sure he has more important things to worry about.
She surmised.
We're just friends.
She concluded.
Emily was talking and Isla thought about Mia. Although the room was full of friends, she needed someone she trusted to check on Mia. She begged Emily to go. Brett came back in. Oman was with him and she could tell he blamed himself somehow.
"Isla I should have come sooner. I had a vision." Oman gasped.
Another doctor came in to check her. The doctor examined her and left to consult with Dr. Graves. Emily came back and Isla knew Mia had been short with her. Brett paced. Earl watched him carefully. Oman told her he'd be back and he went to talk with her friend. Oman came back looking confused and as frustrated as Emily. Snake did not like it when anyone to upset his wife so he went to see the friend.
Brett just wanted to go. He wanted to take Isla home, to his home, and never let her go back to that apartment. Soon a dark-haired beauty walked in followed by Snake. She was just as hurt as Isla. The man that hurt these two women needed to be dealt with. Brett stood when Peter returned and told the girls they could leave, but only if someone would be responsible for their care.
Mia rushed in. "Mia are you alright?" Isla exhaled.
"I'm fine. You saved my life Mia. He hurt you. Are you..." Isla stopped. Mia froze and Isla stopped talking. Mia was a very proud person and Isla knew she hated being crowded.
"I'm fine Isla. I just hate..." Mia answered, not wanting to reveal much. Brett forced himself to calm down. Everyone was quiet and waited. Soon the Graves headed home leaving Isla with her friend and brother. Since the girls were being released, Earl and Bria took them home with them. No arguments would be accepted. The older couple waited on the release papers for the girls. Earl reminded Brett he needed to report in early. He nodded and left heading to his parent's home. Andrew went to Peter's to pick up Cici and his sons. Oman left the hospital and took both girls to the police station. Earl had gone to take Bria home, but soon he rushed to the station, meeting Brett there.
The small group left the hospital and reported to the station. Bria stayed with her husband. She felt that they could have waited. They arrived and the officers separated the girls. Brett went with Mia.
It was the interview by that detective that angered Brett. He kept quiet, but made sure he reported the man. Then they went home. They arrived as Mia and Isla tried to find a reason to go back to that place. Unable to contain himself, he spoke out. She gasped. Here she was bandaged, and bruised. He wanted to find the monster that did this. He wanted to rip that guy into pieces. She looked confused and frightened. He never wanted to see that look in her eyes again.
That was over two years ago, Brett sighed as he recalled finally winning the girl of his dream. Isla Storm was the perfect woman. He was on cloud nine when she agreed to get to know him. After several months, he convinced her to marry him, and they went to Vegas. They could have waited but he didn't want to. She was graduating, and he wanted to start their lives together. Isla Storm was everything he ever dreamed of.
He was a junior lawyer in his dad's firm. Although, he felt like a failure, she never saw him as lacking. When he talked about his work, she listened. When he had to stay late, she would stop by and keep him company. He proposed the idea of a social worker on staff, and they decided to try it. She refused the job, citing that it would be too much like nepotism.
"Mr. Graves, it's after five. I'm going home now, unless you need something else." A soft voice squeaked through the speakers on his desk.
"I'm done. Go on, enjoy your weekend, Evelyn." Brett told his assistant.
She left and Brett had two more depositions. Isla was home and he knew something was going on. Since they had visited her brother for the town celebration this past weekend, she seemed distracted. Well tonight, Mrs. Isla Graves was telling him what was going on.
He finished up and around six he headed home. When he arrived, the house was dark. He wondered where she was. He unlocked the door and smiled. His wife was feeling frisky. Greeting his was a trail of the clothes she wore this morning. Knowing she hated for things to be out of place, Brett, picked up the pieces of clothing ending with her panties at their bedroom door.
He shoved open the door and smiled as his gorgeous wife, sprawled on their bed with a simple rose between her teeth. She didn't have to say a word. Within minutes, Brett was naked and rushing to join his wife. "Wait, baby, I have something for you." Isla stopped her husband. Then she gave him a card. Brett placed it aside and moved to love his wife again.
"No, no, open it." She insisted.
He paused and opened the envelope. Brett was confused; it contained a father's day card. He frowned at Isla. It was September; Father's Day was in June. Isla crossed her arms and waited. Suddenly, realization dawned.
"Wait, wait, Isla, does this mean... I'm going to be a dad?"Brett began to hyperventilate.
"Sweetheart, breathe." Isla moved and held her husband. His skin was smooth and warm as she pressed her body against him. Brett turned and crushed his wife in a bear hug. "Oh, the baby, I don't want to hold you so tight. Are you OK? Have you seen a doctor? Who is Kimberly seeing? Cici? We have to tell Mom and Dad. Mom will flip." Brett babbled on and on.
Isla was silent and then she whispered. "Are you happy?"
Brett stopped and kissed his wife. "You have made me the happiest man alive. I love you, Isla." She leaped into his arms as tears of joy cascaded down her cheeks.
Brett kissed his wife, his lover, his life. This woman completed him and accepted him flaws and all. She never found him lacking and for him that was a miracle within itself. He worked hard as did she. Their home was small, just three bedrooms, but perfect for them. His family rarely drove up to visit because often they would drive to see them.
Mom was the only one to really come to their house and that was because she refused to not know if they were really OK. She and Dad had actually started looking for homes near them. They did not like the fact that their youngest chose to move out of town. Besides, Dad argued, moving close to them would eliminate them having to commute to work.
"Isla, is this what you want? I know we said we'd wait at least five years." Brett asked his wife as he stroked her skin, holding her close to him.
Isla smile, "Um Brett, I'm happy. I'm more than happy. Now, husband, I have other needs." Isla whispered.
Brett laughed and ordered. "Don't move a muscle my beautiful wife. Tonight, I'm making sure every fantasy you have comes true."
Isla lay back, beckoning her husband to come to her. Brett smiled,
