All The Little Butterflies (Chapter 2)

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Hello everyone! It is I, Max! I have just gotten married myself so, feel free to rip this chapter apart. Remember that Aj is her name, its not initals. OK? So the question is should I continue this? Or not? Much love everyone and happy reading!



"Damn it! You ok, sweetheart?" Eric asked, it was difficult to pay attention to the road but found he couldn't. "He didn't mean that, he's just angry. He'll come around." he took her hand in his.
"No, that's just it, he won't. He wishes that I was dead, he wants Katherine back." Aj shook her head.
"No, sweetheart, don't say that. He's wrong. Your father loves you, he does. He just wants to drive me away. Aj please, stop crying." Eric squeezed her hand. "He's just hurting, but that gave him no right to just turn around to hit you. That bastard." he growled. He slammed on the brakes as the light turned red. He turned to her in his seat, while the light was still red. "We're going to California, we're getting married as soon as we can and we're going to start our life together and we're not going to give a damn what anyone has to say." he held her chin with a soft gentle grip; he was going to kiss her when he realized the light turned green.
Aj blinked away her tears, looking out the window. Her cheek still throbbing a little bit. After a while the rain stopped. She just stared out the window, not saying a word. Her hand still holding onto Eric's. She saw a couple that were in silver BMW. They had a lot of luggage, and two kids in the back laughing with each other and the parents smiled. One of the kids waved to Aj and she smiled and waved back. The parents signaled and got in front of them.
Eric had noticed her liking to the kids, he loved kids, but they just weren't for him. He'd never really expressed his true feeling about having children to her. He'd told his friends tons of times. He felt he couldn't truly love a child the way a child needed to be loved. He felt like he would be a failure as a father, and he didn't want to ruin an innocent life, like his own father had ruined his. He saw the little kids’ wave at them from the back window. Eric smiled in response, as he turned the wheel.
"Do you ever think we'll be like that?" Aj broke the silence, she too was smiling.
"Maybe someday." he wished he could take back the horrible lie he just told; there was sickening feeling in the pit of his stomach.
"So are we going to Cali now, or are we going to a hotel room?" she asked.
Ace exhaled. "Um, it's only seven." he looked at his watch. "I was thinking about going to the airport."
"Well... I don't like sleeping on a plane, it's difficult." Aj held his hand.
"I'll let you sleep on me, sweetheart." he said. And at that moment, Aj knew he meant it. It was just difficult to just think they had graduated a month ago. Aj felt butterflies in her stomach she just wanted to be married, legally already. She was utterly and completely in love with this guy, it was starting to hurt.


**Thanks for reading ^__^**
We're meant to be one
I know we are...
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Hello again!

Again, an enjoyable piece.

The only thing I would say is that I think you could maybe have some more description throughout?
Maybe that wasn't your intention, and therefore, fair enough. I like description!

It's another sweet piece.

Any good ideas to further the story?

If you have, and you'd like any advice or just to discuss it, I'm right here1

Keep writing!
'Those who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night'-Edgar Allan Poe

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Thank you so much for the review hon. :D


-Max
We're meant to be one
I know we are...
If I am the Sky
Then you are my star... ™



See the world. It's more fantastic than any dream made or paid for in factories. Ask for no guarantees, ask for no security.
— Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451