HIS ONLY WIFE
by Melissa Brown
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I didn’t think I’d ever want to devote my life to someone. That is, until Brin.
I was twenty-six years old the day she entered my life, just when I’d given up hope, just when I’d given up completely on having any shred of happiness in my pathetic excuse for a life. After years of indecision, self destruction and soul-searching, she found me.
Brinley challenged everything I thought I knew. She proved that goodness could still come from that hellish compound. Goodness, bravery and love. She changed everything the moment she knocked on the door of my apartment, acting as brave as a lion, even though she was shaking like a terrified mouse stuck in my trap.
And now, three years later, I want her as my wife. My only wife. Till death do us part.
And I’ve never wanted anything more.
Our first summer living together in Porter’s house, he introduced me to drive-in movies. Well, he introduced me to a bunch of things I’d never experienced before: movie theaters, miniature golf, rock climbing, fast food drive-throughs. and picnics in the field near our house. But my favorite, by far, was the drive-in movie theater.
I’ll never forget that first night when Porter introduced me to the concept. I was new to living in the outside world. Movies and television, on the whole, were still new to me, but the idea of watching a movie outside was almost impossible to imagine.
When we’d first arrived, I hadn’t been sure what to expect. The drive-in was out in the middle of nowhere, next to a shallow canyon. Dust flew inside the cab of Porter’s truck as we approached the ticket taker. The booth was rusted and painted an odd pistachio green. I eyed Porter, wondering just how long the drive-in had been in business. If the dilapidated state of the booth was any indication, it had been quite a while.
“It’s vintage.” He laughed as he pulled the truck away from the booth and approached the enormous movie screen.
“Kinda like me?” I teased, looking down at my modest outfit. Until recently, I’d only worn old-fashioned clothes and my hair in a long blond braid down my back.
“Nah, you’re classic, Brin. Classic.”
They were playing a marathon of old movies, the black-and-white kind. Honestly, I didn’t really understand the difference all that much until Porter explained that Clark Gable’s expressions and slang in It Happened One Night no longer translated in the modern world. I was captivated by the actor’s handsome, debonair onscreen persona. And I was equally fascinated by the hairstyles and costumes of his leading lady—the glamour of the actress, her perfectly made-up face and flawless skin. But most of all, I was entranced by the entire experience of watching a movie on a larger-than-life screen all from the bed of Porter’s truck, salt and butter from the freshly made popcorn lingering on my fingers.
The stars were bright above us as we lay in the bed of the truck. Fleece blankets softened the unyielding metal beneath us, and pillows cradled us comfortably as we lounged. Candy of all kinds and giant convenience-store sodas kept our bellies full and satisfied as we snuggled up together, my legs draped over his, and his arm resting comfortably beneath the small of my back.
In a word, it was heavenly. And I don’t take that word lightly.
“That was romantic,” I said with a yawn on our drive back to the house.
Porter laughed. “You think so? Even though the place is falling apart?”
The wind blew through my hair and I nodded. “Yes. Thank you for taking me.” I slid closer to him and he wrapped his arm around me, placing a kiss on the top of my head.
“I love introducing you to stuff like this. Your expressions make it totally worth it.”
That comment made me self-conscious, knowing that in the grand scheme of things, I was still quite a fish out of water. I fidgeted with my hair and shifted in my seat. “I must look ridiculous.”
“Never,” he insisted, his voice serious. “It’s sweet. It’s like this look of wonder, ya know? You’re experiencing so many things for the first time, and I get to be there for it. Makes me feel really lucky.”
My nose had wrinkled in disbelief. “Really? Lucky?”
Porter had kissed my head again. “Every single day.”
It’s amazing that you can live somewhere for twenty-two years and never feel like you fit in, like you’re home. That night in his truck, I’d known I was finally home. Porter was the home I’d dreamed about for years.
My 4.5 Star Review
After reading Wife Number Seven, I was happy to see Brin get her HEA with Porter; She almost paid the ultimate price for her freedom, her life but clearly she was destined for her happiness with the love of her life, Porter. Her life was now her own. I always wondered did they end up happy? Has she acclimated to life outside the compound? Did they get married? Do they have kids? Was Porter able to kick his drug habit?
A few years later Porter and Brin are going strong. She has a job she loves and a boyfriend she adores. Porter would love nothing more than to give Brin the world. Brin was his angel. She saved him from himself.
Now Porter wants nothing more than to make Brinley his wife. You know the whole, to have and to hold from this day forward to death do us part. He wants her for life. He is scared knowing that Brin’s first experience with marriage was a complete nightmare and something she had no say in. Struggling with his inner demons he finds guidance from a good friend because he is afraid is she says no, that he will fall back into old habits.
Brin is fascinated with her new found freedom and Porter loves nothing more than to put that look of awe on her face. He has been so supportive and understanding. Not only is Porter her lover but he has also become guide, her teacher and her best friend. She never knew a love that theirs actually existed. No matter how great Porter is, Brin still deals with the uncertainty of her freedom and the guilt for leaving her sister wives behind.
Melissa Brown did a fantastic job with Porter’s p.o.v on things. Porter is amazing. The love he has for Brin is amazing. The determination he has to provide her a life where she will not want anything because he is able to give her everything. He works his butt off to better their future. It broke my heart when he’d hit those bumps in the road. He is just so passionate but that passion makes him feel unworthy of her love.
This is a beautiful story of a couples struggle to survive in everyday life. A couple who makes the best of all the things they have. A couple who may not be millionaires, but in the end have it all, because when it comes down to it, their love is what makes their lives so rich.
Melissa Brown was born and raised in the suburbs of Chicago. She attended the University of Illinois and is the mother of two fantastic kids. She's an avid reader who enjoys making handmade gifts for her family and friends, as well as baking and painting. Melissa has an unhealthy obsession with pop culture. She speaks fluent movie quotes from the 1980s (John Hughes = genius), reads celebrity gossip magazines and never misses an episode of Scandal. She enjoys writing contemporary romance, romantic suspense and young adult novels.
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