Chapter 129
Thalia’s Pov
Brandon was awake, and he hadn’t aged a day. It appeared as if the capsule had preserved him for
me, and thirteen years had passed in the blink of an eye.
I couldn’t help myself, but I’d formed a habit of staring at him and only ncing away when he caught
me. I knew he was having fun because he could smile. He still possessed that arrogance cokyness.
Who could me me when he was so hot? I used to irritate him so much that I would throw myself at
him. It was like a dream, and I kept expecting someone to wake me up and pull me out of it, but he was
there every time I awoke.
My desperation was evident so he distanced himself but as soon as I backed off and allowed him to
heal he warmed up to me. What impressed me was the fact that he and Kendra became instant best
friends.
They were inseparable. Even Josh had gotten a little jealous. But no one could tell how or maybe it was
just natural for them to bond. Or it had to do with the fact that she spent a lot of time with him when he
was in thea and he was familiar with her voice.
The good news was that his memories began popping up though the first memories were before he got
diagnosed.
The period when he was a manwhore. It was irritating because he wanted answers; so he and Nestor
began frequenting nightclubs in attempts to rekindle old memories.
I had to swallow it all and allow him to remember everything on his own. But it was dumb irritating, very
irritating.
Work kept me busy and sane from going crazy which I noticed he hated. He never wanted to work and
was not interested in Mandel, the money, or anything.
The doctors said it was normal, people who were in aa usually lost or changed in some aspects. I
guess Brandon had bezy and non-materialistic.
The good news was that he waspletely cured. Dr. Wilson was my guardian angel. He was also
seeing therapists and recovering. He became part of the family.
Eventually, Brandon began remembering glimpses of me. I had no idea what triggered it but he began
remembering me. There was no way of telling if he was ever going to remember everything but I
capitalized on the few memories and began following him to the nightclubs.
I was not used to such ces but I was doing it for him. Waiting for old memories was not going to help
me have him so I decided to develop new ones.
The clubbing Brandon was the real Brandon and it was time to get to know him.
My n worked and he began asking me out to apany him out from time to time.
It was like our first date and I was falling for him all over. It was beautiful and I cherished every moment
I spent with him. I was no longer irritating him, he began enjoying my obsession with him.
Finally, I gave him all the archived recordings of Kendra from the time she was a baby to her thirteenth
birthday for him to watch and he loved every moment of it.
It was hundreds of tapes and he had all the time in the world to watch them since he never went to
work. The tapes also helped trigger some memories so he used to watch them every morning.
Nestor also had tapes of his own to jog his memories but I never bothered to find out what they were.
After we dated for some weeks he finally began getting shes of how we met on the bridge but he
couldn’t remember everything. It was progress, at least we were making fresh memories and he had
begun falling in love with me afresh.
One afternoon, I sat in my office trying to figure out my next move when he walked in surprising me. At
first, I thought he just missed me but to my surprise, he knelt on one knee and proposed. I screamed
like a madwoman.
I did not care whether my employees were hearing my noise. I waited thirteen good years for the man
that was proposing to me and I was not going to be quiet or ept the proposal in quietness.
“What changed? Why this surprise?” I asked as I kept kissing him over and over again.
“Time, I do not want time to separate us or some s*it to drop out of nowhere and separate us,” he
replied.
I teared up as I looked up at him
I kissed him on the mouth passionately, I missed his soft warm lips with a hint of coldness.
It felt like an explosion of the best vors in the universe all at once mingling together and creating the
best taste and sensation I have ever felt. Or maybe I just missed him but the soft sounds that were
escaping from his mouth felt like Christmas to my ears wanting him to go deeper.
It felt like I was not in my own body anymore and I was in another universe floating. Before we knew it
we were both naked, and he was on top of me. I guess we had both been holding on far too long and
just wanted to get on with it. Finally, it was worth the wait.
He was such a gentleman. It felt like I wanted to get lost forever in him and he was touching the right
ces. I waited for thirteen years, that was how long I wanted the sex tost but then I remembered he
was mine forever.
Our wedding day eventually came and Kendra was my maid of honor while Nestor was Brandon’s best
man.
My happiness finally came, it was just dyed and required my patience. Our ceremony was beautiful,
we only had a few guests and close family.
When the ceremony was done we made a stop at the bridge, the ce we first met, andughed out
loud. We hade a long way, fate brought us to that bridge that day. Life screwed us so bad that we
could meet on that particr day.
He was supposed to save me while I was supposed to save him. Just like we promised each other we
went back to where it all started.
We wanted to know if we both still wanted to Jump.
He turned to me and asked, “Thalia Fraser, are you jumping off or not?”
I looked up at him, “No thank you, I want to live.”
“Brandon Fraser, would you like to jump off?” I asked him.
“No thank you,” he replied.
We kissed and told him I had some good news
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“What?” he asked impatiently.
“I’m pregnant,”
He nearly fell over out of excitement.
THE END
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