Hello everybody. SOOOOOHH sorry that I've made you wait a year and a half for this update, but life, marriage, business, and a debilitating injury will certainly sideline the creative process. Please forgive me.
For those that are just coming into this story; this chapter will make almost zero sense, so I do hope you'll go back and read the sordid, twisted history for these two.
For those that always have negative comments; just go ahead and skip this installment because you WILL be disappointed.
Finally, for those that never stopped sending me emails asking what the hell was going on (only in much sweeter tones LOL), and hoping to continue...this ones for you. I hope you like it, there's some more storytelling in this chapter.
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Kitty
Months had passed, and they both went on with life as if that night hadn't happened. It was what they'd agreed to, and it seemed to be working well for them both.
After that night; her torturous dreams of him didn't come as often, and was a welcome side effect. She noticed that Jason seemed visibly relaxed too, and the tension between them wasn't as thick.
Bria and Kane's wedding was fast approaching, and they were both very excited about it. Nigha was spending what little free time she had helping Bria with the preparations; as her Maid of Honor, it was her sworn duty. They were into a bout of heavy planning about two months before the big day when Bria decided that it was time to reveal a certain fact to Nigha.
"Nigh; I wanted you to know that I invited Brett, and he's going to be there."
Nigha stopped writing for just a second before responding. "Great; he is still your brother after all, regardless of what's going on with us. I'm glad he'll be there."
Bria hesitated before continuing, "That's not all; he's bringing a date."
She cringed when Nigha snapped the pencil that she was holding in half. After a few moments of silence; she gathered herself, and continued the conversation.
"I'm sorry about that" she said holding up the stub of a pencil left in her hand. "I just hadn't heard that he was seeing somebody. It was just...unexpected" she said after a moment of thought.
"I figured you didn't know. The boys never mentioned anything?"
"No; how do you tell your home wrecker of a mother that your father is dating again, right? It's what I want for him, I mean, someone to make him happy again; I just wasn't expecting him to move forward so soon. I don't want him rushing into anything and end up being hurt again. Did you see him, or just talk to him?"
"I went by the house to see him, and he seems to be doing better. Apparently; her name is Adrianne, and they've been seeing each other for a few months. He said it's nothing serious, but it could be. His eyes light up when he talks about her and..." she noticed that Nigha's eyes were on the verge of tearing, and she realized that she'd probably said too much. She decided that she wouldn't tell Nigha that Brett had said that it felt nice, but nothing close to the feelings that he still had for his soon-to-be-ex-wife. He told Bria not to worry, that he was definitely taking his time, and he'd dated a few women before Adrianne came along; so she wasn't his first foray into the dating scene.
Looking to quickly change the subject; she moved on to the task at hand.
"So; are we over budget yet?"
Nigha smiled a little; not oblivious to her sister's intent, and looked at the figures that she'd been working on.
"If we can get you married on time, I think we can squeak by. On second thought; you're definitely going to go over budget, but you'll only be getting married once" she said as she looked at Bria and reached over to pat her hand. "And Bria?"
"Yeah?"
"Thanks for talking to me about Brett. It's hard to hear about him moving on, but he'll always be in my life, and I'm glad you're staying close to him. He deserves to be happy and above all else; he loves you to pieces" she said with a smile as she squeezed Bria's hand.
Bria looked at her sister and smiled before changing the subject again. "Whadya got to eat?"
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He sat at his desk looking at pictures from the twins' first birthday party and smiled to himself. He'd be the best man in his brother's wedding in two months, and the surprise he had planned for Nigha would be finished around the same time. He could only hope that she'd accept it.
He slid his desk drawer open and took out the picture of Nigha that he'd taken without her realizing it. It was a shot of her leaning between the twins, and Jayden had smashed a piece of chocolate cake into her cheek. Nigha had a big 'O' look on her face, and Jayden was laughing her chubby little face off.
He put the picture back in its hiding place, and then pulled out the plans for Nigha's surprise and smiled to himself again.
"God I hope she likes it" he said in a whisper to himself. A great deal was riding on her reaction to the gift; namely, their future.
He'd kept true to his promise and brought her lunch at least 3 times a week, and she was slowly gaining some weight. She really enjoyed his cooking, and they'd grown to be close friends over the months that had passed since 'the incident'. In the beginning; he'd just drop her lunch off before she came in, but at her insistence, they'd eat together at least once a week.
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The months leading up to Bria's wedding flew by, and there was only a week left before the big day. Nigha decided to take the week off to help with the final planning, and to spend the time with Bria.
Jason had offered to keep the girls from Friday night until Sunday morning so that she could be with Bria to button up the final details, and for the Bachelorette party. She thought it was such a sweet gesture, and even though her parents had volunteered to keep the twins; she knew the girls would be happiest with their father. The boys would be with Brett, so it really was going to be a "single-girl's" weekend. When she got the girls up to his floor; she knocked on the door, and felt her breath leave her body when she saw who'd answered.
There was no mistaking who she was. She looked to be in her mid-to-late fifties; jet-black hair with a perfect streak of gray in the front, and eyes that matched Kane's. It was at that point that she was reminded that she'd never met her daughter's other grandparents.
"Hello" the woman said; realizing that Nigha might need a few seconds to process who she was. She could tell by the look in her eyes that she'd immediately figured it out on her own.
"Hi" she stated again, and this time Nigha seemed to snap out of her fog.
"Oh my goodness, I'm so sorry I was just..."
