All Chapters of Literature and Love Letters (COMPLETED): Chapter 41 - Chapter 47

New Year's Eve...  "Do this shot!" Gabbie squeals as she hands me a tiny shot glass full of clear alcohol.  It's eleven fifteen on New Year's Eve and this bar is absolutely packed.  "Are you trying to kill me?" I ask as I laugh, taking the glass and downing its burning contents.  I make a derp face as the taste resonates in my mouth.  "Gosh, that's foul!" I complain, but Gabbie just throws her hands in the air and screams.  "We're celebrating, baby! It's New Years eve and tomorrow you and I are on a plane to visit my daddy! You're getting published bitch, now get fucked up with me!" Gabbie gives her speech

Thomas and I quickly redress, but he has to fish through my closet for one of his old shirts because the dress shirt he had been wearing before was a casualty in our erotic war.  I regret nothing.  I slip on a comfortable sweater and some faded old jeans, my feet taking warm refuge in a pair of UGGS. Thomas looks at me and grins. "You're going to be cold Without a jacket."  I shake my head and lift up on my tip toes, kissing him lovingly on the lips.  "I won't be cold, I have my fiancé for warmth."  Thomas's breath hitches in his throat and his eyes close tightly, his heart beat sporadic.  "Say It a

Not long enough after Thomas destroyed my senses, were stepping out of a taxi and standing in front of Rathbone and Lax, a very beautiful building with What appears to be one thousand windows.  "This is it." Gabbie's says with a soft smile, her blue eyes squinting in the sunlight as she stares up at the enormous building before us.  We walk inside where a perky receptionist is waiting for us.  "Hello, how may I help you oh! Gabrielle, it's wonderful to see you again." The receptionist smiles at Gabbie who looks disgusted as she stares at the curvy brunette.  "Hello, Donna." She says curtly. "This is my father's three o'clock, Sophia Dawson."  I wave and smile at the re

November 21:  "Are you doing okay? Do you need me to get you anything, darling?" Thomas’s voice is sweet and encouraging as he kneels at my bedside, but honestly all I want to do is strangle him with my IV. It's not like me, honestly, and I know that it's not actually his fault, but just look at him! Completely fit and healthy without anything trying to rip out of his body.  "No offense, sperm donor, but leave this to me." Fiona's voice booms in my delivery room as her and my mother clamber in holding bags full of stuff that I can't yet identify.  "Fiona don't be so rude," my mother quips "but honestly, Thomas. She'll be in labor for a while. Twins are a nightmare. Why don't you go talk to Isaac and Howard." I can see just how badly Thomas doesn't want to leave my side, but we all know th