Love It If We Made It

Well, hi! This was the first story I ever wrote. W-pad didn't appreciate my writing style but it got like 400k+ reads for dirty smut and nerve-racking situations before yah girl got banned. It's one of the only ones I saved. If you recognize this story, don't worry. I saved Drowning In You, too. SO-

This is a very, very intense "situationship." It includes:

-Detailed sexual scenes

-Emotional turmoil

-A very immature younger girl (she's still legal) that we're all going to cut some slack, right?

-Inc*stuous situations(Just read the whole thing. It's allowed, I promise.)

If none of this sounds appealing to you, I probably wouldn't proceed further. Probably. There's an open mind, and then there's people who like this kind of content. It be like that.

NO PICTURE USED IN THIS STORY BELONG TO ME. NOT EVEN THE COVER.

Anyway, enjoy!

I watched bag after bag go around the conveyor before catching a glimpse of my two very distinct, purple suitcases. I already had on a backpack and a duffle bag, but my small frame managed to grab the others and wheel them to the exit of the airport.

Today is the day. I finally get to meet him.

I kept my green eyes peeled as I gazed out for the man that going to take me to my new home. I'm originally from Florida, where I was born and raised. It was just my mother and I, in a comfortable two-bedroom apartment that was always filled with love and happiness. The life I had in the sunshine state with my favorite person was perfect.

It was the only way of living that I knew.

Unfortunately, perfection isn't made to last a lifetime, as to why I'm currently here. A month ago, my mom was killed in a car accident on the way to her job. For a month, I have been without the person that was the light of my life, the person that always protected me. The hospital told me that she was gone instantly upon the collision.

I was momentarily staying with my Aunt Bell, and that's when she told me the truth as to who my father was. I had never met him and she never brought him up, but from what I had heard, it was love at first sight between he and my mother. He had come down to Miami on a business trip and had met her at the hotel where she worked as a receptionist. From the first time they introduced themselves, they didn't separate for the entire two-week time span.

My Aunt gushed over what a romantic he was, and even though she had her doubts, there was no denying the fire between them. She said that she had never seen my mom so in love before. What was not expected was when he left, on top of finding out that her lover had a wife and child at home, she was pregnant with me.

Aunt Bell admitted that she tried to talk mom into "driving to California to kick his ass", but she refused. She told her sister that she will never love another man the way she loved my father, and if anything were to happen to her, then she must give him a call to tell him about me. She had no plans to do it at first, but none of us expected to lose mom so soon.

"I almost didn't." Aunt bell huffed from her recliner chair as I sat opposite from her on the couch, listening in closely. "Because, quite frankly, your dad doesn't deserve you. He wasn't part of your life at all and he's an asshole for deserting your mother like that. He took absolutely no part in raising you or why you've turned into the beautiful, young woman in front of me. That's all Jen." She took a deep sigh and laced her fingers together. "But he is the reason she was blessed with you in the first place, and her last wish was for you to know who he was."

"And he....wants to meet me?" I blushed as I curled my legs closer to my chest.

"He was overly excited to learn that he has a child, and he wants you to go live with him and his son in Cali." She answered.

"Just them?" My ears raised. "What about the mom?"

It was then that I was informed that the mother of that family has been gone for a couple of years now, due to a cancer that spread too quickly to save her. I was given the choice to stay or meet the person that essentially abandoned me, and I decided to go. I love my Aunt and my friends, but I couldn't stay with them. Their faces and being constantly surrounded by a place and people who're attached to the memory of my mother is too painful for me right now.

I can't mourn that way.

This was somewhere new; Where no one, not even the people I'm going to live with, know who I am. No one can constantly take pity on me, and no one will question me every time I'm sad, assuming it'll always be about her. I can grieve peacefully for as long as I need to, and when I'm ready, I'll come back home.

On top of that, I'll actually meet him. I've thought about my dad on multiple occasions, and pondered over what he would look like, how he would talk. Being able to put a face on the man that I've been trying to picture since I was old enough to understand excited me.

And....I have a brother.

A black truck pulled to the sidewalk that I was waiting on, and my heart sped up as he got out of the car. His hair was black, like my natural color, and his emerald orbs matched mine completely.

"G-Genevieve?" He smiled warmly.

He's so much better in real life. Different emotions burst within me, and once he held his arms out, I wasted no time running into them.

"How did you know it was me?" I asked as the side of my face pressed into the tan cotton of his t-shirt.

"Your Aunt told me to look out for a little green-haired girl, so I felt safe assuming." He laughed as he held me tightly. "So good to finally meet you, sweetheart."

"You, too." I'll call him Dad in my head for now, but I wasn't ready to say it out loud yet. "Truly."

He helped me into the truck after getting my luggage into the bed of it and put us on the road to my new home, smiling from ear to ear the entire time.

"So, you're seventeen, huh?" Dad started as he kept his vision focused forward.

I nodded. "I'll be eighteen in a few months."

"Wow." He suspired. "You're not that much younger than Oli. He just turned twenty-one."

"Oli?" I raised a brow.

"Oh." Dad laughed. "Your brother, Oliver. You'll meet him a little later when he gets home from work."

"How exciting!" I gushed, putting my hands to my warm cheeks. "I can't wait to meet him!"

"I'm glad you're enthusiastic, Honey." My dad's teeth tugged at his bottom lip as he searched for the right words to say next. "I should warn you, though....Oliver might take a little to come around to you. It's nothing to do with you personally, and he won't be mean or anything, but finding out about my double life situation is a lot for him to handle, if you can understand that."

"He's just now finding out?" I probed.

"Uh, yeah." He seemed uncomfortable. "He found out right after your Aunt phoned me."

"Well, I'm really patient." My enthusiasm remained bustling. "I get it and it's fine."

"Thank you, Eevie." He ruffled my coarse hair. "He'll warm up to you, I promise."

I could hear it being said in her voice, even though it sounded nothing like a deep one that belonged to my father. "My mom used to call me that."

"Is it alright if I do?" He made sure.

I nodded, leaning my head back on the seat. "Yeah, that'd be great."

I peered around as we began traveling into a decently large neighborhood, where each home had square shaped yards with perfectly cut grass. He finally pulled into the driveway of what I instantly voted as the prettiest house with the most colorful landscape that I had ever seen. The outside of the home was a navy-blue color with cream shutters and a wrap-around porch. There were large flower beds tastefully put along the drive and around the porch, portraying beautiful shades of pink, purple and orange.

"Did you do this?" I asked in amazement as he parked.

"Oh, absolutely not." He grinned as he got out of the truck, grabbing my luggage out of the back and handing me my duffle bag and backpack. "My wife built this entire display. Pretty cool, huh? I just keep it clean and groomed. It's something she loved to do and keeping it alive reminds me of her." He paused. "Back when she felt her best."

He unlocked the door, leading me inside to dark wooden floors and a huge living room on the right. Dad pointed out the kitchen, the downstairs bathroom, and then up the stairs to the bedrooms. My door was the first one on the left, across from the shared bathroom as there was another in the master.

"I hope you like it, Eevie." Dad said nervously as he opened the door. My walls were a beautiful lilac purple. There was a queen-sized bed opposite of me, with dark purple, silk sheets and matching fluffy comforter neatly spread on it. There was a long and tall wooden dresser, and an antique vanity station in the corner with warm colored lights bulbs all around the oval mirror. "I'm not really good at shopping for teenage girls."

"It's...it's gorgeous." I gushed in awe as I sat my luggage on my bed. "You really did this all for me?"

"Of course, I did." He patted my back. "I'm relieved to hear you're happy with it. I'll leave you alone to unpack and get settled in, okay? Dinner will be done around eight, and Oliver should be home by then." He walked to my door, and before closing it, smiled at me one last time. "Thank you again for giving me a chance, Honey. It really means the world to me to have you here. Welcome home."

"Wake up."

The command was made with a dominant tone, which made my eye lids promptly part and break me out of my slumber. It was dark, which meant that I was out for longer than intended. My attention went to my open door, where I had to stop from gasping at the dark silhouette of his tattooed, muscular body from the hallway light oozing in behind him.

"O-Oliver?" I don't know why I stuttered, but he made me anxious. He didn't seem to be even remotely thrilled to meet me, or that I exist. In fact, he looked more irritated than anything else.

"Yep." He leaned against the door frame. "Dad wanted me to tell you that dinner is ready."

"Wait, wait!" I stopped him as he tried to turn and leave. I hurried out of my sheets, keeping a distance from him as I clasped my hands together. "It's so good to finally meet you! I'm Genevieve, but you can call me Eevie."

He raised a brow. "I'll stick to Genevieve."

"Oh." He stayed cold towards me, as if being in my presence inconvenienced him. I know dad had warned me, but I didn't think it'd be like this. "Well, I look forward to getting to know you! I'll be here for a while, so-"

"Stop." He muttered, putting a hand up to cease my speech. He pushed himself off the wood and began to stride towards me. The nearer he got, the more I felt like I was shrinking compared to how burly and tall he was. Our bodies were so close together, that I could see the deep blue of his eyes, and the smooth skin of his sculpted face even with my light off.

So handsome.

His large hand rose, grabbing me by my chin to tilt my head up with his thumb and pointer finger. Time froze as I watched his orbs analyze my facial features, his lips drawn in a thin line. "Dad was wrong." When he released me, he took a couple of steps back, and huffed as his stare narrowed. "You look nothing like me."

"I...."

"Get downstairs." He ordered as he turned on his heel to leave. "And don't forget to put on some pants before you show up there."

My cheeks flushed, and I gaped down in horror at my belly shirt, bare legs and tiny panties that clung to my hips. I got so caught in the moment that I didn't even realize.

He saw.

What the fuck just happened? What was that?