Six Years later...

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2018 Seattle, Washington

Levi and I have been married five years now. I am still as in love with him as I was when we first got married. Our oldest daughter, Chance, is now five and as rambuntious as ever. Like father, like daughter. Every day I look at her, every day she grows, every day she talks, she reminds me of Levi when we were younger. Forever getting into trouble, constantly being mischevious. Stella Ann, is almost three and is more like me every day. Not as much of the trouble maker as her daddy but just mischevious. She gets caught more than Chance.

I'm 36 weeks with our third child, a boy that we plan on naming Pennant Ryan Miller, after the Mariners pennant win last year. Levi so far is getting close to his goal of his childhood idol Roger Clemens. He was rookie of the year in 2013. Then was an Allstar three years in a row in 2015, 2016, and 2017. He's got 125 wins over the seven year span that he's been in the Majors and is getting close to 1,500 strike outs in his career thus far. We are only 27 and at this rate he may just get exactly what he wants and more seeing as the way that the Mariners are playing this year they might get to the World Series.

I lean on my back porch column watching Chance play with Stella in the little playground Levi, Noah and Austin built this past winter. I don't regret for a minute deciding not to go to law school. When I first really sat down to think about it, I wanted to do what was best for my daughter and my marriage.

Levi is doing well, making almost 11 million a year now and I think with the way his major league schedule goes and the way my law school schedule as well as my professional schedule would've gone, wouldn't've been beneficial for my daughter or my marriage. Chance wouldn't get the attention and love from her parents that she needs and deserves and Stella might not be here because our family life would be put on hold.

I guess what I am trying to say is I am glad I did what I did. I know Levi wishes that I'd gone for myself but for once I wanted to make a decision that I didn't have to think too hard about. And for my family, I'd do just that. We live comfortably with what Levi brings in, I'll just do what I do best: support my husband and love him as well as our children.

"Chance, come on, baby. Let's get you and Stella ready for daddy's game," I called out.

Chance lifted her curly head to look at me before standing and taking Stella's hand helping her walk to the porch. When they reached me, I lifted Stella while Chance walked up the step.

"Momma?" Chance asked as we walked through the glass double doors into the family room down stairs.

"Yes, sweetie?" I said looking down as Stella put her head on my shoulder.

"Is Jace gonna be a daddy's game?"

I looked down at her raising an eyebrow smirking. Jace was the six year old son of one of the other ladies on the team who'd had a baby before me and wasn't at Megan's get together six years ago. Toni is her name, she's dark skinned too but half Jamacian, her husband's names Dominico and is conincidentally from the Dominican Republic. She's just as down-to-earth as me, Rochelle and Megan, who introduced her to us before Megan's husband was traded to the Los Angeles Dodgers. We still speak all the time and Rochelle, me and Toni are definitely partners in crime. We go out with our kids all the time, even have lunches at one anothers house while they play and we watch.

"Uh, I'm sure he will be, honey. Why?" I asked.

"Well he asked me to be his friend. I thought we were already friends but told him I had to think about it," she said shaking her head as we walked up the stairs.

I laughed as my own memories flood my brain. "Why would you have to think about that? Don't you like playing with Jace?"

She put an index finger to her chin in thought. "A little, he is too nice," she said shaking her head again.

"Well I think there is nothing wrong with being too nice. Daddy and I were friends when we were about your age. In fact we still are friends," I said as we turned into her room. I laid Stella on Chances bed while she sat gently beside her sister.

"Momma, I guess I just don't wanna be his friend."

I laughed taking out the little teal jersey with number 9 on the back and 'Miller' above that along with dark loose jeans and her white converses in the shoe carrier. I turned to face Chance cocking my head smiling. "Sweetie, that's exactly what I said when your Daddy asked me to be his friend."

Author's Note: Thank you to everyone who read both Where the Magnolias Grow and got to the end of Where It All Started. ;) I'd been thinking about getting something of mine published but wanted to see how something I'd really worked on would do here on wattpad. Where The Magnolias Grow was going to be the first thing I published but I decided to write something else. What ever I do decide to get published I want to give you all a sneak peek of it. I'm still going to write here on Wattpad but since I start back here at St.John's in a day I probably won't get to as much. I am working on the third book for the 'Open Waters' series and then will post a knew story during my work for that third book. It really means a lot that you all took the time out to read my books which are like my babies! Have a great school year if your in school and if not have a great night. :* [kisses]

P.S. : Thank you Imperfections98 for asking me if there was going to be a second book to Where The Magnolias Grow and ultimately causing me to go ahead and write Where It All Started when I couldn't decided whether I'd do it or not lol!

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