Dynasty Family Part 2 - It's Was Fate!

Most of my days I spend eating, sleeping, working, painting. Rinse and repeat. I love going to the park to make hot dogs at 1 o'clock in the morning! No one's around!

I've been working my fingers to the bone on my painting. It doesn't feel like I'm getting anywhere but I am determined!
After months of slaving away for the bossman, we had become somewhat friendly with each other. He seemed like a decent fellow and although we had nothing in common, I felt comfortable enough to pay him a visit one night in hopes of getting a hot meal and a bath in a real tub instead of always using the smelly gym shower.
Odin was pretty buff, and I guess what most girls would consider to be good looking. He looked rough to me though. And tall. All he wanted to talk about was work though. Work, work, work. He didn't seem to understand that for me, it's just a job and I could care less. Of course I could never say this to him because he's my boss!

He offered to cook me a meal. He said his wife does all the cooking and all he can manage to whip up is a microwaveable TV dinner. I was surprised by this, considering he's a line cook at the restaurant we work at. How can you work at a five star restaurant and NOT cook? I'm used to eating apples and hot dogs so it sounded good to me! Blech! It was disgusting, freezer burned, and not fit for human consumption.

As I was leaving, I stopped on the porch to find my cell phone so I could call a cab and a figure passed by me heading towards the door. I only glanced for a second, and it was dark, but I had to do a double take because I was SURE it was the angel I had seen on the street months before! This could not possibly be! Could it?

Not wanting to be obvious, I glanced through the window. I was almost positive it was her, but I needed a better look!

As I walked over to the back window, and peered inside, Odin came bursting out the door with the garbage in hand and saw me staring at his wife through their bedroom window. Clearly, this did not look good for me, or my job for that matter. I apologized and said that I was merely admiring the siding on his house - I made up some BS story about how I had that kind of siding as a child and it brought back fond memories. Odin was an idiot, obviously a meat head, and he bought it hook, line, and sinker!

The next morning I was in a great mood! I was over the initial shock of finding out that the girl of my dreams was the wife of my boss. I knew then that it was fate. It had to be. Months ago when we passed on the street there was something I saw in her. It was like our souls were connected somehow, and I knew that if it was meant to be, we would meet again. Riverview is not a small town, what are the odds? I bought a cheap bike at the thrift store and headed to work to see if Odin had come to his senses and was about to fire me.

Once I arrived at work, Odin was his usual cheery, obnoxious self. I had never really paid much attention to his actions before, but now, knowing that he was standing in the way of me and my soulmate....I watched him very closely. I noticed that he flirted with every female customer that came into the restaurant. I also noticed that when he went on his smoke break, he was making a mysterious phone call and laughing and I heard him say "I'll see you Saturday baby, unless the ball and chain has something planned". At that moment, I wanted to kill him. But part of me was glad that he was such a loser. That night after work, he invited me to his house for a little get-together he was having, and of course I jumped at the chance to spend more time with "my mystery girl".

Once inside, I properly introduced myself to her, and found out her name was Heather. Never has there been a more sweet, pure name than Heather. As I hung on her every word, I realized that this was scary. We were so much alike that it actually scared me for a moment. I love the outdoors. So does she. I am family oriented. So is she. I could have talked to her all night, and I think she felt the same way. Odin wasn't even on my radar. He was too busy flirting with one of the other line cooks who he'd invited over. I was in heaven!

At the end of the night, I said goodbye to Heather and nodded my head toward Odin. Inside I was boiling mad that this jerk was about to sleep in the same bed with MY Heather. It dawned on me that I was being possessive over something that doesn't even belong to me. But I was in love, completely enraptured with this creature named Heather. I stood outside for a few minutes, walked around the block a few times, waiting on them to go to bed. I didn't even know what I was planning to do, but when the urge hit me - I followed through. I began rummaging through their garbage. Now, I know this looks bad. But I simply HAD to find out everything I could about Heather. If that meant sifting through her garbage, her mail, then so be it. I wanted to know every detail about her. I actually found out alot from the garbage! Turns out, Odin has been sleeping with another girl named Betty for the past 6 months. I remember meeting a Betty but she was in high school. Surely she wasn't the same Betty. Although I wouldn't put it past Odin. I also found out that Heather works for the mayor, and that she isn't happy with Odin. How do I know this? Well simply because I found a picture of the two of them that had been torn in half. Clearly things were not going well, and I couldn't help but he glad for that.

That night when I finally got home, I looked at my home. It was sad. Three walls and a bed. I knew that if I wanted to get Heather, I would need to work hard to make this house a home!

Two days later, when I got off work, I got a phone call. It was Heather! She said that she got my number off Odin's cell phone when she stole it from him while he was passed out drunk. She said she really needed someone to talk to and I was the first person she thought of. She asked me to meet her at the park.

Once I arrived at the park, I could tell Heather had been crying. We weren't close enough friends yet for me to hug or console her, but I talked nicely and calmly and held back my anger at Odin. I wanted to rip his head off now, for making my girl cry one single tear. She explained that Odin hadn't come home at all the night before, and that when she confronted him, he basically told her to buzz off. She said that he got drunk tonight and passed out, so she looked at his phone and saw that he had been calling another girl named Betty non-stop, and a few calls to a girl named Lydia. She said that she called Betty's number just to see how she'd answer the phone and sure enough she picked up the phone with "Hey my sexy man!" Heather hung up the phone, put it back in Odin's pocket and called me right away. I said all the usual things you say in this situation. Told her it wasn't her fault, I lavished her with compliments and encouragement. Told her that he doesn't deserve her. After our talk, she seemed to feel better. She said that she was going to confront him the next day, which I advised against because I worried for her safety.

The next morning, all I could think about was Heather. Was she okay? Had he hurt her? Had she left him? I picked some apples and tried to get my mind off everything.

The next week passed slower than any week in my life. I went to work, came home, slept, ate, thought about Heather non-stop. There had been no more phone calls. I wondered if she was okay. Odin had quit work, which I knew was probably a bad sign, and it also took away my reason for visiting their home.

During that long week, I worked on the house. Finally I had all walls, a door, a fridge and even a table and chairs! With Odin's departure, I had been promoted at work, taking HIS job, which gave me some satisfaction. A few times I rode my bike past their house but there never seemed to be anyone home.

One night, desperate for cash, I rummaged through my neighbor's garbage. Hey I was under alot of stress, okay? Don't judge me. I did find an old teddy bear and some bubble bath, and a big silver rock.

Still trying to stay busy, I even planted a garden. I don't have a very green thumb though.

At last, late Friday night there was a knock at my door. It was Heather, and she was crying harder than before. Her eyes were red and swollen, and this time I embraced her and consoled her. I wanted to take her pain away. She said that this was awkward, but she needed to ask a favor. I said "anything you ask, I will do" and I meant that. She asked me if she could stay at my place for a while. She said that Odin left her, took everything out of the house and just left to go move in with Lydia. I said "I thought he was seeing someone named Betty?" She replied "Well he was, but Betty found out about Lydia so she dumped him, so now he's living with Lydia." I tried my best to make her feel better, even throwing in a joke here or there. Naturally I said she could stay with me as long as she wanted to, that I was lonely and could really use the company. I knew this was the wrong time to hit on her, so I just was there as her friend.

She finally fell asleep, and it seemed she had a renewed sense of hope for her life and I like to think I was some part of that. As I watched her sleeping on the bed we dragged over here from my neighbor's garbage, which by the way was way nicer than mine, I wished as hard as I could that I could just make her feel better.

She seemed to be sleeping soundly, so I tucked her in and gently kissed her forehead, half hoping she would wake up, half praying she didn't.

The next morning, I fixed her some pancakes. I remembered that the first night we met, she had told me it was her absolute favorite. So I ran to the store that morning to buy all the supplies and whipped them up before she even woke up. She was very grateful, and I assured her that it was nothing.

As the months passed, I could tell something was bothering Heather. When I asked her about it, she admitted to me that she was worried about money. Odin had cleaned out their bank account, and although she had a decent job, she was worried that she was being a burden on me. I assured her that she could never be a burden to me, and told her that I would help her with money. All the money I got from my painting would go right to her. She thanked me, but refused my offer of help. We had quickly become best friends. Laughing and joking, sharing our deepest fears and dreams with each other. Our similarities grew and grew. We both wanted a large family, we both wanted the simple things in life as well as the finer things. We both loved animals and just hanging out doing simple things like fishing or playing cards. We truly were a match made in heaven, only Heather didn't seem romantically interested in me, and I tried to keep my interests hidden as much as possible. Although I'm sure she must have caught me staring longingly at her as she put on her make-up in the morning, or brushed her hair before bed.

Heather and I still had no bathroom. We had to race up to the gym whenever we needed a shower or to pee. Late at night no one else is ever in the gym, and as I was showering, I caught a glimpse of Heather standing in the doorway staring at me. She coudn't really see anything, but there was a look in her eye as my eyes met hers. She quickly turned away, embarrased that I had seen her.

As Heather stood in the hallway, she suddenly realized that she was in-love with Roman and didn't even know it until just now. Something about when their eyes met. She wondered if he felt the same way. Although he didn't know it, she had noticed him that day on the street when their eyes briefly met, but because she was married to Odin, she hadn't acted on her attraction to Roman. Suddenly she felt more joy inside than she ever had before. Could Roman be in love with her too?

Two weeks later, Heather decided she had to make a leap of faith. She confessed to me everything she had been feeling. I declared my love for her, and we kissed each other like there was no tomorrow. I proposed to her that very night and she said YES!

Only four months later we were married. We had agreed not to sleep together until the honeymoon, and it was a very long four months sharing a room with my fiance and not sharing a bed!

The night of our honeymoon was pure bliss. By this time, we had known each other for a year, and it had been a long year filled with ups and downs for both of us. At last we were married, Heather was MY WIFE!

We woo hoo'd until the sun came up, and we both knew that this was the start of something beautiful.