The day I had waited all my life for had finally come. I stood outside his golden gate doors and rang the doorbell. I looked at the mailbox with the word Kennedy on it and smooth my fingers over the gold plating. The buzz sounds and the gates open. I looked around, ensuring I hadn't missed anyone or anything, but no one else was around. I make my way up the driveway and knock on the door. When the door opened, my heart nearly jumped out of its chest.

Abacus stood in a green shirt and black shorts, yawning as he ruffled his messy hair to the side. The shirt rose a little, giving me access to admire his muscular physique under all the shirts he's always wearing. I pout a little at the thought that he could have been blessing us this whole time by coming to school shirtless once in a while. I smack my thoughts and focus on why I had come here. Sadly, it wasn't to undress him with my eyes.

"Sorry Amelia, it was a late night and I'm just getting up. Football season is always filled with spontaneous training sessions."

"I didn't know you guys had to train yesterday."

"We didn't. I did. My dad likes to give me extra training sessions." I nod my head at his words. "Come on," he says and I follow without hesitation. I was like a lost puppy having found its new owner. I follow Abacus into the kitchen where a beautiful blonde goddess is standing before an equally stunning Greek god. I gulp at how lacking I felt in the moment but understood where Abacus got his looks from. His mom had the type of curve most would kill for, the tight-fitting tennis outfit. She had defining cheekbones and long curly hair that ended on her mid-back, with bangs scraped on the side. Her eyes were dark blue and alluring. His dad had a defined physique that could be defined through his tennis outfit, and a strong jawline. He had the same blonde hair but brown eyes. He gave me a smile and I noticed his perfectly straight white teeth.

"This is Amelia. Amelia this is my mom and dad," Abacus says. I wave at them as I feel my cheeks heat up.

"Come in, come in," Abacus' dad says warmly as he extends his hand to shake mine and places his other hand on my shoulder, pushing me a bit forward. I shake his hand back as he gives me another giant smile. He guides me to a chair on the island table and I sit down giving them an awkward smile.

"Hi, I'm Anastasia," his mom says. Anastasia Kennedy, I think to myself. The name sounded familiar. His mom looks at me and gives me a bright smile. "Yes. I am that Anastasia. The model." I gulp. Anastasia Kennedy was a very well-known name in this town and the world. She was a supermodel that was in a lot of fashion shows and commercials. There wasn't a store or company that didn't want to work with her. It was true, she was more breathtaking in person.

"Mom-" Abacus protested.

"I didn't say it to brag sweety. I could see it in her eyes. She knew she knew me."

"Well since we're bragging. I'm Nathaniel Kennedy, the football player who's won many championships," his dad beams as he straightens his posture.

"Dad-" Abacus starts again.

His dad raises his hands in surrender, "your mother started it, son."

"Well can we stop? You guys are making her feel uncomfortable."

"Are we?" his mom says in her sultry voice, "our apologies. We didn't mean to."

I give them another awkward smile and say, "no apologies necessary." I took a sip of the water Abacus had poured and left for me on the table.

"So Amelia. Tell us, what do your parents do?"

I was not expecting that question and found myself spitting out the water a bit as I thought about how to respond. Should I tell them my dad is dead and what he did? Maybe about my stepfather and what he does? What if they don't approve of anything? I was standing in the presence of legends and all my worries came out at a simple question.

"You don't have to answer that," Abacus says and rests a hand on mine. My attention turns to how warm his touch felt and I look at him with a smile. From the corner of my eyes, I see his mom tilt her head.

"No, you don't need to answer that," she says and walks towards me. "How about answering another question?" She looks at me and Abacus' hand, "what are your intentions with my son?" She says with a grin.

I can feel Abacus's hands slip from mine as he begins coughing. I look at her in alarm and start stammering, "I have- no- intentions-" He recovers and walks towards his mom, putting both hands on her back and guiding her out of the kitchen. "Mom. I've told you these aren't appropriate questions to ask a guess. Especially when you just met."

"I'm curious darling, I'm sorry. I just want the best for my kiddo."

"Dad, talk to her," he says. His dad gives a chuckle before looking stern. "Yes, son. I will." He turns to me, "Amelia it was a pleasure. We must be heading out to the club. Tennis tournament." He turns to Abacus, "practice later. Don't be late."

Abacus nods and waves at his parents as he goes near the stove and begins to cook something. I lean my head on the table and as I watch him, I could see it all, what it would be like to be married to him.

"Honey, I'm home," I yell as soon as I get home and remove my coat and bag.

"Mommy, mommy," the twin boys yell as they run down the stairs and greet me with a bear hug. I clammer tightly onto them, my heart swelling with joy as Abacus enters through the dining room with his football jersey still on.

The house would be decent; not too big and not too small. It was a second story with 5 bedrooms; one for the boys and whenever they want their own rooms, one for us, and one for guests. It had a sizable kitchen where Abacus and I spent hours cooking with the boys. The living room held a family portrait of us in our yearly family photo shoot, right above the fireplace mantel. The dining area was right next to the kitchen and near the hallway to the door. The backyard was grand with 2 dog houses for our two huskies.

"Food about ready," Abacus tells me.

"Go on up and change, I'll finish the rest." He nods his head and is about to climb the stairs before-

"Oh, I almost forgot," he comes up to me and places his hand behind the small of my back. Tilting me a little, he leans in and connects our lips. The butterflies emerge effortlessly and embody my whole body as he lets me go with a goofy grin.

When he comes back down, I have already served everyone a plate and we sit down. He grabs my hand and asks, "how was the hospital today?"

I grimace, "messy."

"But it's nothing my baby couldn't handle," he says with a wink.

"Ughhh. Disgusting," the boys yell at us as we chuckle.

"How was training for the big game?"

He smiles, "messy." We laugh with our eyes as I look at my family and sigh in contempt. I'm really happy.

"Amelia. Amelia," a hand waves in front of my face as I blink to get a better look at Abacus. My eyes widen as I slip a little from the table and manage to hit myself in the hands. I yelped a bit at the pain because my hands were still damaged from my grip yesterday.

"Are you okay," he grabs my hand and inspects the bandaid. "What happened to your hand?"

"I hurt them yesterday. It's okay," I remove my hand from him as I start rubbing it "Grayson helped me patch them up." I purse my lip at letting his name slip out. I felt guilty, but I didn't know why. The heartbreaking expression in his face made me feel like I was the reason behind the hollow stare he held.

"You were with Grayson yesterday?" He speaks so softly I can barely make it out. If I didn't know any better, I would have guessed he was jealous.

"Well I was with Gina, but he happened to be there. Briefly," I explain.

"Well, it's surprising he helped."

"Why?"

Abacus shrugs, "it just isn't him."

I look away. After yesterday, I believe Grayson and I were becoming friends whether we had anticipated it or not. I had seen a different side to him, the caring one. "I think we're becoming friends. Grayson and me," I tell him. He didn't have to know this, but I wanted him to know.

There is silence again before I remember he was calling my name. "I'm sorry. Were you calling my name?"

"Oh yea," he sheepishly starts moving his hair to the side, "I'm sorry about them. My parents. For people always in the public eye and dealing with lack of privacy, they don't understand boundaries very well which is why I try not to bring people over when they're here."

I shrug, "they're very charming though. I can see why you're the golden boy at our school."

He chuckles, "you call me that too?" I'm about to defend myself and tell him how most of us meant it as a compliment when he speaks again. "I like hearing it when it comes from you."

My heart skips a beat when he says that and I sip a bit of my water, avoiding his stare. I can hear him standing next to me and turned to make eye contact. He was so close to me that my breath hitches slightly. He was so close I could see the small mole beside his nose. I could smell the intoxicating smell of his body wash of eucalyptus and coconut. He leans over and brushes my hair behind my ear with a smile.

"You're not into Grayson right?"

I'm caught off guard by his question and ask "why do you ask?"

I hold his gaze as he says, "Curiosity." But didn't he know? They say curiosity killed the cat. 

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