For Thanksgiving this year, our families decided to have it together. They felt the last couple of weeks before Levi and I left should be spent with them.
It was nice not to have a cast on my arm or stitches in my head for Thanksgiving. Every time Levi looked at me in the past month his eyes went straight to either my arm or my head before my eyes. I don't blame him though, if it were the other way around I'd be just as bothered.
I looked at myself in our bathroom mirror. I was wearing black jeggings, a wine colored long sleeved sheer top with a white belt and my white boat shoes. I only had mascara and wine colored lipgloss as makeup while my hair was styled into a tight but small high bun. I cocked my head to the side, trying to decide whether or not I should put bangs down or cover up on to hide the faint scar on my hair line when Levi came up behind me, wrapping his strong arms around my waist, kissing my neck.
"You look beautiful," he whispered in my ear.
I smiled at him in the mirror. "Thank you," I said softly. I opened my eyes turning to face him, wrapping my arms around his neck.
He was wearing a black sweater, dark blue jeans, a dark red belt and his white boat shoes. "You look very nice as well my handsome fiancé," I said smiling. He grinned looking down at me, his newly cut blonde locks styled up the way it had been the night he came to my softball game freshman year of college. He pushed his hips forward, bumping my stomach.
"We should go, we'll be late if we don't."
I smiled. "Well, I'm ready," I said kissing him and walking past to the front door. All he did was laugh, picking up the keys from the counter.
We pulled up to Noah and Shania's house, where we were having thanksgiving this year, at eight. Their driveway was packed with cars. Family and close family friends were here, like Adrian, and surprisingly Margaret Ann. She and I had actually become good friends as the years past. Among the people there was her family too and Adrian's, and Nicole, of course with Austin. The Millers and my parents, Shania's best friend and her husband with their two year old. A lot of people, all of whom we knew and didn't.
I looked up at Levi when we walked in and saw all the people there. "I thought it was just going to be family. Not family and a million people who we know and hardly know," I whispered.
He shrugged. "I guess Shania and Noah didn't get the memo?"
I smirked. "They would've gotten the memo."
He chuckled. "I concede."
"Levi! Brielle!" said Adrian excited to see us. He gave us both a big hug. "It's good to see you doing well, Brielle. I came to visit you in the hospital with Margaret Ann. It was hard to see you like that."
I gave him a small smile. "Thank you for coming to check on me though. Why'd you come with Margret Ann?"
He smirked. "She wanted to see how you were doing but didn't want to go alone so I went with her."
"Oh, that was nice of you."
He nodded then turned his attention to Levi. "But, Levi, dude you're a pro-ball player! I knew you'd make it big," he said grinning.
"I know you did! I won't lie I was hoping for LA but just being drafted is a blessing in itself."
"Babe, I'm gonna find Shania. Maybe she could use some help," I said looking up at Levi.
He nodded. "Okay, sounds good," he replied before kissing me.
"It was nice seeing you, Adrian," I said putting a hand on his shoulder and giving him a small smile.
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Where It All StartedRomance
Brielle Jackson and Levi Miller have been through hell and back together. They've faced adversity through racial differences when it comes to their relationship of four years coming out stronger than ever. Just when everything seems to be going grea...