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    Coming Home

    By J.M Goodrich

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    Coming Home is a short novella about first loves and second chances.

     

     

    Aiden was my first love, my first everything really. It was everything I ever wanted. It was perfect.

    But it ended a long time ago, and it was a secret. He was the type of man that my parents never would have approved of.

    Years later I've moved on with a great man.

    Only one problem - he never told me the simple fact that he had a brother. Or that his brother was Aiden. So you could imagine my surprise when he brought me home to meet his family for the first time.

    Now that Aiden was back in my life, old feelings have begun bubbling to the surface.

    As hard as I tried to keep them at bay, I couldn't ignore how strong my feelings were for Aiden still.

    They say that you never forget your fist love. And with this new passion burning through my veins, I can confirm that it is true. 

     

     

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherJ.M Goodrich
    Release dateSep 12, 2022
    ISBN9798201671563
    Coming Home
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    J.M Goodrich

    Jeanine Goodrich is a newly self-published author, originally from Sault Ste Marie, MI. She publishes under her pen name, J.M. Goodrich. Jeanine currently resides in Gwinn, MI with her husband, two sons, and their cat. In her spare time she enjoys reading, spending time with her family, listening to The Beatles, and continues to write fantasy and romance novels.

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      Coming Home - J.M Goodrich

      J.M. Goodrich

      Coming Home

      Copyright © 2022 J.M. Goodrich

      All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form, or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission from the author, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical reviews and certain other noncommercial uses permitted by copyright law. This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

      Cover by Haelah Rice Covers

      J.M. Goodrich is a native of Michigan’s beautiful upper peninsula. She loves spending time outdoors as much as she can with her family when she’s not reading or writing. She has been published in several different anthologies and novels of her own. She has written stories of romance, fantasy, and horror. In addition to her love of writing, she has a passion for music, and an obsession with The Beatles.

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      Chapter One

      Aiden

      Today started off just as any other day. I woke up alone, ate my simple breakfast alone, and ended up at my parents house to help out with whatever project my dad had on the agenda for the day. Lately, there’s been a reason for me to come over every single day. I didn’t mind though, I thoroughly enjoy spending time with my parents. They’re my two favorite people in the entire world.

      And it’s not like they were getting any younger. A sad, but true fact.

      Today’s project was a surprise for my mom. She had recently gotten into gardening and didn’t have anywhere to store her ever-growing collection of gardening tools. Dad had drawn up some plans for a tool shed and had all the materials purchased, he just needed someone to help with the heavy lifting. That’s where I came in.

      Have you got all the wood measured and cut yet? Dad yelled to me from across the yard. While I did all of the cutting, sanding, and sawing that needed to be done he busied himself clearing out the space where the shed would make its home.

      Measured-yes, cut-no. At least not all of it, I called back, wiping the sweat off my forehead that had gathered already. But there are only a few pieces left. I’ll have it done in no time, I assured him. I was normally a fast worker, but the heat today was weighing me down, wearing me out much faster than usual.

      The lemonade Mom kept bringing us did help a little. She knew we were out here building something, she just didn’t know what we were building. Every time she’d offer more lemonade or a snack she’d try and take a peek at the plans. I’m sure she’d figure it out soon enough.

      We had just finished putting the frame together when Mom came running out through the back door. She stopped when she saw our progress, which had really picked up once everything was measured, cut, and ready. What exactly is this? she asked Dad, her head tilted to the side like doing so would help her figure it out.

      He laughed. You really don’t know?

      Mom shook her head. I really don’t.

      Setting his gloves aside, he walked up to her and slid his arm around her waist. After all these years my parents were still very much in love, and weren’t afraid to show it. It was both inspiring and a little uncomfortable. I mean, who really wants to see their parents act all romantic towards each other all the time? It was nice that they were like that, I just didn’t necessarily want to see it in front of me.

      That, my dear, he said, pointing to our lovely mess in the yard, is a gardening shed for all your tools. Or, it will be once it’s finished, he said with a chuckle. Then they’ll be safe from the rain and organized, just like you like.

      I laughed. My mom sure does love having everything organized and in its place. No matter how much I cleaned before they visited, once she was there she would run through each room, making sure everything looked perfect. There was no need for it though, really. I lived alone. Always have. No one was going to see or care if the place was a little messy. I knew where everything was.

      Oh, you two, she said, bringing her hands up to her face. For a minute there I thought she was about to cry. She went on, You two are my favorite boys. Absolutely amazing. This is the best surprise I have ever been given.

      Dad kissed her delicately on her forehead. Anything for you, my love.

      Gross.

      And thank you, my dear son, she said as she enveloped me in a hug.

      You mean favorite son, right? I asked with a wink.

      Right now, yes, she laughed. Oh! she exclaimed with a clap of her hands. That reminds me, the reason I came out here in the first place. Your brother called, Aiden. She looked at me with a huge smile plastered on her face. He’s coming to visit.

      Great, I thought sarcastically. Preston and I didn’t really get along too well these days. He and I had completely different views on life.

      He is? Dad asked, just as surprised as I was. When do we get to see him?

      Tonight actually, she replied happily. Said he’s bringing a girl with him.

      Well, how about that? Dad said. Preston never brings girls home. That’s because there’s too many to count, I thought. That was one of the many ways he and I were different. He had a new girl every night, never committing to anyone. Where I believed in true love, and being faithful. Not that I would ever say any of that out loud.

      Mom seemed lost in thought. That’s true, isn’t it? He hasn’t brought anyone home. I guess I better go tidy up the house, then. And figure out something extra special for dinner. With that she was off to get the house ready for Preston and whoever was accompanying him tonight.

      Dad and I returned to our work, wanting to get as much done as we could before tonight. Once we had two out of the four walls built Dad finally turned towards me. So how do you feel about your brother coming home for a visit?

      Honestly, I kind of hated it. Preston and I never really got along. He always thought that I was beneath him and

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