Finally My Happy Ending (Meant for Me Book 3) by Brooke St. James Page A
Authors: Brooke St. James
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closed toilet so I could work my magic. He did as I instructed, and I ran some water through the comb so I'd have an easier time styling his hair. "So you like Mookie?" I asked.
"She said that was her name, but I'm not calling her that," he said.
"Why not? I think it's a cool name. It stands for Mary Katherine. Get it? M.K. Moo-kie?"
"I get it, but Mary Katherine's already a beautiful name," he said furrowing his brows at me.
I smiled. "You're right," I said. "It is a beautiful name."
"You think she loves Jesus?" he asked.
I was still adjusting his hair, but I glanced at him to find that he was regarding me with that same serious expression.
"She might," I said. "You can ask her."
"I'm probably gonna marry her if she loves Jesus," he said in all seriousness.
For whatever reason it made me happy that he liked her so much. It made me feel like I had done something good by going out on a limb and inviting them.
"I think she's really sweet and beautiful, Thomas, and she'd be lucky to have you as a beau."
"Is a beau a boyfriend?" he asked.
I nodded.
He smiled. "She's twenty-three," he said.
"That's three years younger than me."
"That's not a big deal," I said.
"I know. It would be if I was three and she was zero, but now that we're all grown, it's not a big deal."
"Exactly," I said.
I took a step back and looked at him with a satisfied smile as I stashed the comb back in my purse.
"There. You look like a million bucks."
"Not as good as my church clothes," he said.
"Yeah, but you don't want to give them everything you got on the first day. You want to have something to surprise her with later."
He smiled as he thought of that.
"Come on," I said pulling him by the arm. "Let's go get class started."
There were no available spots on couches when we got back into the living room, so I sat on a pillow in the corner of the room where everyone could see and hear me, and Thomas sat beside me. I explained to the class that reading good literature was the only way to become a better writer, and that Charlotte's Web was one of my all-time favorites. I also told them that I would not be able to finish it in one sitting, which made them all let out sounds of discouragement. That led me to a short discussion about patience and the fact that good things come to those who wait, but soon after that, I cracked open the book and began reading.
I absolutely loved to read out loud and took great pride in doing it, not only for the students there at Happy House, but also my students at Reagan. I tried to imagine how the author would want their work read, and did my best to do it justice. I also wasn't shy about doing voices and facial expressions, which brought laughs and smiles from everyone listening.
I had so much fun reading Charlotte's Web to everyone at the Happy House that, for a little while, I forgot how sick I was with guilt. I remembered those feelings as soon as everyone started leaving, though. I was busy telling everyone goodbye for a few minutes, but right when the house got quiet, I started feeling yucky again.
I knew Thomas and Claire had a relationship with Brock Rollins since Emily was engaged to Shane, but I'd always avoided the subject of the Rollins boys with them. Tonight was different. I wanted to ask them what they knew about Brock. I also wanted to ask where he lived just in case I wanted to drop by and apologize some time—or at least get more of the story from him.
I wasn't sure how to bring it up, so I ended up waiting till the last minute when we were walking out to our cars. We had already discussed the Miller's and how glad Claire and Thomas were that I had invited them to class. Claire Bennett had given me a conspiratorial smile and wink when Thomas started going on and on about how cool and sweet Mary Katherine was.
"I was wondering about Brock Rollins," I said right before we said goodbye in the driveway. I knew it was an awkward way to say it, but I had to bring it up before it was too
"She said that was her name, but I'm not calling her that," he said.
"Why not? I think it's a cool name. It stands for Mary Katherine. Get it? M.K. Moo-kie?"
"I get it, but Mary Katherine's already a beautiful name," he said furrowing his brows at me.
I smiled. "You're right," I said. "It is a beautiful name."
"You think she loves Jesus?" he asked.
I was still adjusting his hair, but I glanced at him to find that he was regarding me with that same serious expression.
"She might," I said. "You can ask her."
"I'm probably gonna marry her if she loves Jesus," he said in all seriousness.
For whatever reason it made me happy that he liked her so much. It made me feel like I had done something good by going out on a limb and inviting them.
"I think she's really sweet and beautiful, Thomas, and she'd be lucky to have you as a beau."
"Is a beau a boyfriend?" he asked.
I nodded.
He smiled. "She's twenty-three," he said.
"That's three years younger than me."
"That's not a big deal," I said.
"I know. It would be if I was three and she was zero, but now that we're all grown, it's not a big deal."
"Exactly," I said.
I took a step back and looked at him with a satisfied smile as I stashed the comb back in my purse.
"There. You look like a million bucks."
"Not as good as my church clothes," he said.
"Yeah, but you don't want to give them everything you got on the first day. You want to have something to surprise her with later."
He smiled as he thought of that.
"Come on," I said pulling him by the arm. "Let's go get class started."
There were no available spots on couches when we got back into the living room, so I sat on a pillow in the corner of the room where everyone could see and hear me, and Thomas sat beside me. I explained to the class that reading good literature was the only way to become a better writer, and that Charlotte's Web was one of my all-time favorites. I also told them that I would not be able to finish it in one sitting, which made them all let out sounds of discouragement. That led me to a short discussion about patience and the fact that good things come to those who wait, but soon after that, I cracked open the book and began reading.
I absolutely loved to read out loud and took great pride in doing it, not only for the students there at Happy House, but also my students at Reagan. I tried to imagine how the author would want their work read, and did my best to do it justice. I also wasn't shy about doing voices and facial expressions, which brought laughs and smiles from everyone listening.
I had so much fun reading Charlotte's Web to everyone at the Happy House that, for a little while, I forgot how sick I was with guilt. I remembered those feelings as soon as everyone started leaving, though. I was busy telling everyone goodbye for a few minutes, but right when the house got quiet, I started feeling yucky again.
I knew Thomas and Claire had a relationship with Brock Rollins since Emily was engaged to Shane, but I'd always avoided the subject of the Rollins boys with them. Tonight was different. I wanted to ask them what they knew about Brock. I also wanted to ask where he lived just in case I wanted to drop by and apologize some time—or at least get more of the story from him.
I wasn't sure how to bring it up, so I ended up waiting till the last minute when we were walking out to our cars. We had already discussed the Miller's and how glad Claire and Thomas were that I had invited them to class. Claire Bennett had given me a conspiratorial smile and wink when Thomas started going on and on about how cool and sweet Mary Katherine was.
"I was wondering about Brock Rollins," I said right before we said goodbye in the driveway. I knew it was an awkward way to say it, but I had to bring it up before it was too
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