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  The Best Day of my Life

  Copyright© Lynda Throsby 2019 All Rights Reserved

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  ISBN 978-1-9993150-2-3

  Lynda Throsby Publishing

  To all my family and friends,

  thank you for the support and encouragement

  you have given me.

  Dedication

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Chapter 33

  Chapter 34

  Chapter 35

  Chapter 36

  Chapter 37

  Chapter 38

  Chapter 39

  Chapter 40

  Chapter 41

  Chapter 42

  Chapter 43

  Epilogue 1

  Epilogue 2

  Reviews

  Also by Lynda Throsby

  Catfish

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  More about Lynda

  Acknowledgements

  Nobody is perfect

  Everyone is cracked

  It’s the cracks that let our light shine through

  10 Years Earlier

  SHE’S GONE.

  My life is gone with her.

  This was supposed to be the best fucking day of my life.

  It’s turned into the worst nightmare of my life.

  This can’t be real.

  I have to wake up.

  I’ll find her sprawled out beside me like she is every morning. Me cursing as I’m hanging off the bed because she’s taking up all the room. She says it’s because of the size she is now, that she needs to spread out but it’s not, she’s always done it.

  I love her.

  Time to wake up.

  Except I can’t.

  I’m standing here in the emergency room. I can hear babies crying, but she’s just lying there. They haven’t covered her up — I wouldn’t let them.

  I remember screaming at them when they called time on her.

  I scream when they try to cover her.

  “What the fuck are you doing? Why are you covering her?”

  The doctor tries to put a hand on my arm, but I shrug him off.

  “Fix her!” I cry

  “Just fix her…” I fall to my knees on the floor, my head in my hands. Trying to wake up from this nightmare.

  My wife is gone.

  I can’t fathom what happened. It was a birth. They do this day in and day out, multiple times a day, so why did my wife die?

  “What happened? Why is she gone? She was giving birth. You do this all the time. WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED?” I scream at them.

  The doctor crouches down to be eye level with me.

  “I’m sorry, Mr. Tourney. Your wife had eclampsia and went into cardiac arrest. We did all we could for her, but, unfortunately, we couldn’t save her. It’s not common to have deaths in childbirth these days, but especially with twins, eclampsia can be a complication.” I stare at him, not quite understanding

  “She had a heart attack? She’s only 27. How the fuck could she have a heart attack?”

  He winces slightly at my outburst. “Mr. Tourney. I’m so sorry. I know this is hard for you, but you have two healthy babies over there.” He nods his head in the direction of the crying babies

  “They could probably do with meeting their daddy. Being born is stressful enough, but they’ve lost their mother. I believe they’ll know that they’ve lost a connection. Would you like to meet your son and daughter?”

  Would I?

  Do I want to?

  Did they kill her?

  What the fuck do I do now?

  I can’t look after two babies on my own. They need their mother.

  “Bring her back, doctor. Just bring her the fuck back. They need their Mommy. I need her. She’s my life.”

  I break, collapsing backward on the floor. I’m curled up tight, tucking my legs into my chest as tight as I can get them. I start rocking and wailing. How pathetic must I look? A grown man curled up on a delivery room floor …

  Not something they see every day.

  10 years later

  Present

  “EVELINA, EVANDER, COME to daddy, please. No more hiding. It’s school, and we need to finish getting ready,” I shout to the terrible twosome.

  They do this most mornings. Have breakfast then disappear to play instead of getting ready for school.

  My mother in law, Sonia has made the lunches for them. She comes over every day and waits for them to get back from school and looks after them for me. She makes dinner just in time for me getting home from work. I insist on having dinner with them every night. They have baths and are ready for bed, and Sonia does their lunches for the following day. It’s quite a well-oiled machine now. To be honest, I couldn’t have done any of the last ten years without the help of Sonia and Arnold, Evelyn’s parents.

  The school bus will be here for them in thirty minutes. If they don’t get ready now and get to the end of the driveway, they will miss the bus, which means I will end up taking them to school yet again, which in turn will make me late for work.

  “Evelina, Evander! I won’t tell you two again. I’m getting really annoyed now. Get your little butts down here now for school.” I can hear the murmurs from them upstairs somewhere, Evelina muttering, “It’s dad, not daddy. We’re ten, not two.” Cheeky madam. She calls me Daddy when she’s creeping for something like dolls or ice cream.
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br />   Why do I have such an enormous house? It’s easy to lose them in this place. Maybe I need a smaller one. I just want them to have a good life and everything I can give them without spoiling them. Raising twins on your own is hard work. Evelyn had a good upbringing with everything she needed, and she turned out to be amazing. I’m just hoping the Evs — as I call them — turn out as good as she did.

  Evelina is sassy already. God love her, she drives me crazy with her smart mouth. She is the spitting image of Evelyn in looks, but I’m not sure where her little spitfire personality comes from. I sometimes put it down to not having a Mom. Evander is like me both in looks and personality. He will be and, in fact, is a nerd. Takes after his dad — 100%.

  I haven’t dated since the twins were born. I couldn’t. I love Evelyn and always will. She was my college sweetheart. I’ve had sex since I lost her, but that’s all it ever was. I never had feelings for anyone. Even having sex with other women felt like I was cheating. Plus, I don’t have the time for a relationship. I have work and the kids. That’s my life, and it’s all I have time for.

  “Ok, you two. Down the stairs, now. It’s a good job I don’t have a boss to moan at me when I’m late for work.”

  “That’s because you are the boss, Dad,” Evelina shouts at me from over the galley at the top of the stairs.

  She’s right. I am the boss, but it doesn’t mean I like being late. We started the company together, Evelyn and I, back in college. I fell for the hot nerd, and she said she fell for the hottest guy in the school.

  18 years earlier

  WE STARTED DATING in college — both of us majors in computing.

  Evelyn was gorgeous. She was my crush.

  I wasn’t a jock. I was a typical nerd, so she wouldn’t be interested in me.

  I admired her from afar because she was way out of my league. I’ll never forget the day she walked into the lecture hall. I felt sure she was in the wrong room. This class was full geeks and nerds; she didn’t belong here, but wow, was I wrong …

  There are lots of empty seats, but she chooses a place just one away from me on my row. I start to sweat and try not to look at her. It’s hard concentrating, that’s for sure. I’m lucky I excel in computer programming and gaming. Let’s face it, what else does a nerd have to do every night? It’s not like we’re out partying with the popular kids.

  About two months into the semester, our tutor pairs us up for a gaming project. I’m stunned and start to panic. I can’t believe my luck, but when I look over to Evelyn to acknowledge her, she looks as shocked as me. Just trying to speak to her has my heart racing and sweat beading my brow. I do it somehow but make a fool of myself stuttering out the words. We arrange to meet in the library at lunch to discuss how to go about this and see what ideas we have.

  I’M NERVOUS, TO say the least. I get to the Library early so that when she walks in, I can watch her, only I don’t get the chance. It’s like she had a radar or something because as soon as she comes into sight, she looks straight at me.

  I nod my head up in a kind of hello gesture and watch her walk towards my table and put her laptop and bag down. She mesmerizes me.

  “Hi, Theon.” She looks as embarrassed as I feel, and I wonder if she doesn’t want her friends seeing us together, looking around I don’t see any of her friends so we should be good for now.

  She’s a popular girl, and I’ve seen all the jocks hanging around her. I did notice however she didn’t like all the attention that much.

  “Hi, Evelyn.” I’m a little uncomfortable. I blush. I can feel my cheeks burning. I grab my bottle of water from my bag and quickly gulp some down, trying to hide my awkwardness. The problem is, I gulp too fast and start choking, drawing attention to myself. Oh god, kill me now. I’m going to die of embarrassment. Evelyn rushes behind me and starts patting and rubbing my back. I stop choking, I think from the shock of her touching me

  “Thanks, Evelyn,” I manage to choke out. My throat is burning.

  “Call me Eve if you want, Theon. Everyone else does.”

  “I like Evelyn.” I shrug, and she smiles at me.

  We start to discuss the project, and how we are going to work on it. Evelyn says we can work at her house — only if I wanted to. She explains her parents are hardly home, mainly just the housekeeper, and she has her own office set up in her bedroom. She seems a little shy when she suggests it.

  I’m seriously out of my league here. Housekeeper and her own office! Her parents must be mega rich.

  I’m glad she offers her house though. I would be too ashamed to take her to my place. I live in a trailer. It’s just my grandma and me. She brought me up. My mom got pregnant at sixteen, and my dad didn’t want to know her or the baby. She didn’t want me either. She was seventeen and wanted to party. I never knew her — she died when I was two from a drug overdose. My grandma is my hero. I love her to bits. She works hard to keep me.

  I got a scholarship to college. Otherwise, I would have been working somewhere to help her out. I feel bad as it is, so I make some extra money by tutoring in the evenings and weekends. I make good money this way.

  We plan to go to Evelyn’s after college to brainstorm and put our ideas down. I already know what I want to do. I’ve been working on creating games for a while now.

  I wait for Evelyn on the steps as soon as college finishes. She arrives just seconds after me.

  “Hi, Theon. We can walk to mine from here, it’s not that far, if that’s okay with you, unless you drive?”

  “Hi, Evelyn, no, I don’t drive, so walking is good with me.” We start walking, and I’m surprised at how easily the conversation flows. I can’t believe I’m actually here with her, talking about games and nerdy stuff. She is unexpectedly easy to talk to, and my embarrassment seems to be subsiding. It turns out Evelyn has been creating her own games as well. I tell her what I’m currently working on, and she seems impressed. We have so much in common. I’m in awe of her — beautiful and a nerd.

  We reach her house, and I have to pick my jaw up off the floor.

  “You live here?” I ask, just gawking at this huge house in front of me. It’s set back from the road with a sweeping semi-circle drive up to it and lots of garden to the front.

  “Fucking hell,” I whisper to myself but judging by the look on Evelyn’s face she hears, and she looks down in embarrassment.

  “Oh god, sorry, Evelyn. I didn’t mean to say that out loud. It’s just ... well … I’ve never been to a house like this. It looks like a mansion.”

  “I’ve never brought anyone here before, Theon. I never wanted people to judge me based on my parents’ wealth.”

  I feel terrible and look away wondering if I should leave. We could have done this in the library at school.

  “Maybe I should just ... erm … go, Evelyn. I’m really sorry if I offended you.” I look everywhere but at her. I feel like a real ass now,

  “No, I don’t want you to leave. I know you didn’t mean anything by it. Come on.” She links my arm like we are best friends, and we head up the drive. I try to keep my mouth shut because the closer we get, the bigger it gets — it’s huge. I feel her glance at me a couple of times, but now, it isn’t the mansion in front of me making me gawk, but rather the girl at my side who thought nothing of linking me as though it’s something we do all the time, even though this is the first time we’ve spent any time together. She’s touching me, and that alone is doing things to me. Things I like but don’t have much control over. I’m going to embarrass myself. I just know it.

  I look in awe at our linked arms and smile. She suddenly drops her arm from mine.

  “Sorry, I didn’t mean to be so forward. I just automatically did it. It’s what I do with my friends.”

  “No, please don’t be embarrassed. I, erm, I like it,” I said shyly not looking at her. I hadn’t realized we’d stopped walking.

  “Come on, let’s go round the back and through the kitchen. I don’t think my parents will be home yet. Not that i
t’s a problem if they are. On the rare occasion they are home at this time they like us to have dinner together, but it’s not often they get home early.”

  “Can I ask what your parents do?”

  “They are both plastic surgeons. They have their own practice in the city and well, this being L.A., you can imagine how busy they are.”

  “Oh,” is all I manage as she links my arm again and we head around the massive house. We pass another building to the right. I glance over at it, and Evelyn must notice.

  “That’s the garage.” She shrugs.

  “Wow, that’s bigger than most houses.”

  “They have a lot of cars. Daddy is a bit of a petrol head.”

  We carry on walking, and out the back is the biggest swimming pool I’ve ever seen, complete with built-in cave and slide. I gasp and quickly try to cover it with a little cough, but I’m not sure I pull it off. Over behind the pool is another building.

  “That’s the pool house.” Again she shrugs but looks a little embarrassed. We walk past the pool, and there’s a lanai at the back of the house with an outdoor kitchen and stunning outdoor furniture. This is a completely new world to me. I feel out of place. I feel uncomfortable. I want to leave, but then that’s me judging her. She doesn’t act like she’s spoilt, and I would never have thought it if I hadn’t come here. She doesn’t drive a flashy car that I’ve seen. In, fact, I’ve never seen her drive.

  “Do you have a car, Evelyn?”

  She looks at me trying to gauge where this is going.

  “No. Well, yes. I can drive, and my parents bought me a car, but it just sits in the garage. I didn’t want it, and they didn’t ask me first. I like walking places,” she says on another shrug. She’s not stuck up or spoilt, which makes me fall for even more.

  We enter the kitchen where there is a lady pottering about and cooking.

  “Hey, Maggie, this is my friend, Theon. We have a computer project to do together, which counts towards our final marks. I’ll just grab some drinks and cookies.”

  “Hello, Eve. Hello, Theon. Nice to meet you. Don’t have too many cookies, Eve, your parents just phoned. They are on their way home, so you’re having dinner with them tonight.”