Second Love (Rachel McAdams/You)

Chapter 1

Y/Ns POV

What do most twenty four year olds do with their lives?

Most are out of college and experiencing their first adult job. Or some are out of college and still have no idea what they're doing with their life. Then there's the ones who never went to college and decided to embark on a different journey.

Maybe they chose to head straight into the work field, but don't forget the ones who don't do an absolute thing. They still live at home with their parents and don't have a job. Their parents pay for everything while they sit on their ass all day.

Well I'm definitely not that person. As soon as I graduated high school I immediately went to work. College just wasn't something for me. At first I did general laboring jobs. But I wasn't satisfied, I wasn't settling for okay. So I started to bounce from job to job as I chased after the money I strived to earn.

So at twenty four years old I managed to work my way to the top. I started my own construction company. I mainly deal with installing windows, electrical work, plumbing, and roof work.

Over the years I managed to build up enough income to buy my first house. I have my own truck along with work trucks for my business. My business is well known in the state of North Carolina. I get calls for jobs all over and I'm so grateful that I have the business that I do.

Last night I got a call about a house needing a window repair done. It's Sunday and I give the guys the day off so I'm driving over myself.

The drive is only thirty minutes from my house. When I pull up I notice how beautiful this house is. It's in a gated community and the houses aren't exactly side by side. Which you don't see that often in gated communities.

I pull into the driveway and toys are scattered across the lawn. A basketball hoop sits off to the side of the paved driveway. I exit my work truck and grab my tool belt from the backseat. I wrap it around my waist and successfully buckle it in place.

I make sure I have everything I need before I start walking towards the front door. I walk up the front steps until I reach the door. I ring the doorbell and place my hand back by my side. It's been a few minutes so I decide to turn and look around at the neighboring houses.

The front door finally opens and when I turn around I'm met with no one. That is until I look down and spot a little boy. I'm taken back and I try to recompose myself as I bend over to be at the same height as the boy.

"Hey is your Mom home?" I ask the boy who nods his head and opens the door wider. He allows me to enter and he just stands beside me, staring up at me. He doesn't utter a single word, just stares. His small green eyes stare up at me as his dirty blonde hair is all over the place. His pajama bottoms are out of place and it looks like the boy just woke up.

"Henry, what did I tell you about opening up the door without me?" I hear a soft angelic voice echo throughout the room. I look up from the boy as I hear someone walking around the corner of the staircase.

I feel my heart quicken it's pace at the sight of the person the voice belongs too. Her hair is pulled back into a messy bun on her head. A baggy sweatshirt covers her top and a pair of grey sweatpants fit her legs. Her eyes widen in surprise and I watch the pure panic spread across her face. But the baby hanging from her hip makes a smile spread across my lips.

The little girl is still in her footed pajamas with what I'm guessing to be oatmeal spread across her face and pajamas.

"Oh my god! I'm so sorry, I forgot you were coming today." She quickly says and I watch the red tint appear on her cheeks as she quickly scrambles up her stairs with the baby still attached to her hip.