Life After You

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“Maverick get up! We’re going to be late. I swear you’re just like your father!” I sigh.

Maverick pops his head up from under his covers. “Really?” He smirked.

“Yes! Landon never wanted to wake up in the mornings. I see where you get it from.” I give my son a pointed look.

“Alright, alright. I’m getting up.” He says, slowly but surely getting out of bed.

“Take a quick shower, and hurry your butt down. I have a very important meeting today.” I say, leaving his bedroom.

“Okay mom!” He shouts after me.

Lord give me strength with this teenaged boy.

Maverick is sixteen years old. Time flies, right? I can’t believe it either.

I graduated college with my master’s in business, and now I own my own marketing company. Being the CEO of a major marketing company isn’t easy by any means, but I’ve learned how to manage my time and to keep my patience, especially raising a teenager.

I enjoy being my own boss, simply because I get to make my own work schedule. I never fancied the idea of working under someone all the time. Why answer to someone else, when you can work harder and answer to yourself?

In case you were wondering, I’m married now and have been for several years.

Cecilia Lucas. Has a nice ring to it, wouldn’t you agree?

Noah and I grew closer after college, and eventually ended up moving in together while our careers started to take off. Noah now owns five different stores where he sells handmade knick-knacks and other household gadgets. He’s made a killing and now he’s the CEO of his own company.

I’m very proud at how far we’ve come. I never thought in a million years I would end up married to Noah Lucas while raising my son. Maverick used to call Noah dad, but ever since he has gotten older and I’ve told him more about his father Landon, he’s started only referring to him as Noah.

It really hurt his feelings at first, but he soon learned to understand that Maverick wanted to honor his father by not calling anyone else dad, even if Noah has been a part of his life since he was born. Still, Noah hopes that one day he’ll start calling him dad again.

“Noah if you’re not down here in ten minutes, you’re walking to school!” I shout towards the stairs.

“I’m coming mom, sheesh!” He yells on his way down.

“Babe, do you know where I placed my notebook?” I ask, looking over at Noah from the kitchen counter.

“You check your bag?” He smirks.

I glare at him, but open my bag and see it neatly placed inside. “Screw you.”

“Maybe later.” He winks.

“Ew, you guys are so gross.” Maverick comments.

I walk over to Noah and place my arms around his neck. “Someday you’ll meet a girl Mav, and when you do, you’ll understand.” I say.

“Whatever.” He says, pulling a banana from the fruit basket.

“Hey Mav, I got you that new baseball glove you’ve been wanting. I know your old one is worn out.” Noah says, a slight smile on his face.

“Thanks Noah. Mom let’s go!” Maverick says, now rushing me.

Maverick walks outside and to the car and I turn to face Noah.

“Still calling me Noah.” He frowns.

“Awe, don’t worry love. He’ll come around.” I smile at Noah, which turns his frown instantly upside down, as he smiles back at me.

“I love you Olivia Lucas.” He kisses me.

“And I love you, Noah Lucas.” I reply, kissing him back.

“Well let’s get on with our day, shall we?” He says, standing up.

“You look amazing in that suit.” I smirk.

“Why thank you.” He playfully wiggles his eyebrows while holding the front door open for me.

“Come on Mav, I gotta go. We need to go inside and make sure your classes are all set.” I urge, practically yanking my son from the car.

We recently moved, so Maverick had to say goodbye to a lot of friends, which he wasn’t too happy about. We are still in Florida, just another part of it. We go and visit my dad as much as we can, and I’m happy to say that he has finally met someone. Her name is Janelle and they are honestly two peas in a pod.

We try to see Brian and Barbara whenever we visit Nevada as well. They both retied early and have been vacationing a lot. Right now, they are in Italy, which makes me extremely jealous.

“Purple and silver school colors? I hate this place already.” Maverick mumbles as we walk through the campus to the administration office.

“Just give it a chance, bud. You’ve only been here two seconds.” I sigh.

“We shouldn’t have moved anyway. I liked my old school.” He frowns.

“I know kiddo, and I’m sorry, but Noah was needed here.” I say, trying to make him understand.

“He could have moved here himself.” Maverick said.

“Mav...” I warned.


We reach the administration office, and I pull Maverick inside.

“Hello, I’m here to get the class schedule for my son. It’s his first day.”

“Welcome!” The older woman smiled. “What’s your name?” She asks, her gaze on Maverick.

“Maverick.” He replies boringly.

“His full name is Maverick Cavalier. You should have him on your roster.” I say, feeling impatient.

“Alright, just one minute.” The woman smiles, typing away on her computer.

“Ah yes, Maverick. Your class schedule is right here.” She prints Maverick’s schedule and hands it to me.

“Alright, you got math first period, so you better learn to wake up in the mornings.” I tease.

“Yeah, yeah.” He smirks. “Can I have that please? You can go now.”

I reach over and place a kiss on the top of his head.

“Mom!” He scolds.

“What? You’re my son. Sue me.” I shrug, ruffling his hair as we both walk out of the office.

“See you later!” I shout, heading back towards my car.

“Bye mom.” I hear him say.

Suddenly, I hear a crash and stop to turn around. Maverick doesn’t see me watching, but I almost laugh when I see he’s run into a girl.

“Crap, I’m so sorry.” He says, frantically trying to help pick up her books.

“That’s okay, really.” She smiles.

“No, let me help you.” He picks up her things and hands them over.

He looks nervous, that is so cute.

“What’s your name?” Her smile grew a little wider.

“Maverick. Yours?”

“Samantha. You new here? I haven’t seen you around before.”

“Yeah, today’s my first day.” He sheepishly smiles. “Can’t you tell?”

The girl laughs wholeheartedly and I notice Maverick’s cheeks brighten. Samantha has dirty blonde hair that stops mid-back and bright blue eyes. I can already tell that Maverick is smitten with her.

“What class are you headed to?” She asks, taking Maverick’s class schedule from his hands. “Oh cool, we’ve got the same teacher. Follow me.” She insisted while handing Maverick’s class schedule back to him.

“Are you sure? You don’t have to walk me. I’m sure you’ve got other friends to go see.”

Don’t do that son, where’s that confidence you always carry?

“I’m sure they’ll survive without me.” Samantha smiles genuinely at Maverick and begins walking with him down the hallway.

I can’t hear what they’re saying anymore, but I notice that Maverick is doing the talking while Samantha simply laughs at whatever he’s saying.

I can’t help but reminisce about when I first met Landon. He was so nervous that he could barely speak. I practically forced him into being my friend.

I don’t regret it though, not one bit. He became my best friend and the most important person in my entire life. To this day, I still see images of his beautiful face whenever I’m alone and relaxing, or even when I’m busy at work. He’s always there in the back of my mind, lingering.

Remembering his bright smile kept me going for so long, even through my postpartum depression. I remember some days I couldn’t even get up out of bed, but somehow I managed to do so. Somehow I managed to keep going and I know it was because of Landon.

Noah helped a lot too, taking extra care of Maverick. I am forever grateful for Noah and everything that he has done for me. I love him so much.

Still, I don’t think I will ever truly feel the way that I did for Landon, with anyone else. Even with Noah.

I never tell Noah this, but sometimes I find myself wishing that Landon were still here, so that he and I could be a real family with Maverick. Sometimes I still get sad whenever I think about that horrible day many years ago when I got that phone call from Tori. To this day, I still can’t understand why Landon was taken away from me so suddenly, but I suppose everything happens for a reason.

Nobody knows what the future holds, and nobody ever will.

All we can do is keep going and keep pushing each day, making sure that we live our lives to best of our abilities. We need to make sure that we never take anything or anyone for granted, because you never know when you’ll wake up and find them gone forever.

I think the hardest part of losing someone, isn’t having to say goodbye, but rather learning to live without them. I had to learn to live without Landon.

When you go from having someone there with you every single day, to never being able to see them again, it changes you in ways that you can’t even describe. It makes you feel vulnerable to everything around you because you know that nothing will ever truly be the same again.

With time, it does get a little easier. That’s something that I’ve come to know.

Grief is like the ocean; it comes in waves, ebbing and flowing. Sometimes the water is calm, but sometimes it can be overwhelming. All we can do is learn to swim and do whatever it takes to keep our heads above the water.

Now, I’ve learned to cherish the life I live and all of the small moments that make it what it’s come to be.

After all, life becomes more meaningful when you realize the simple fact that you’ll never get the same moment twice.

Life after you hasn’t been easy Landon, but I know that deep down, I’ll never truly lose you.

Maybe one day we’ll find that place where you and I can be together again. So smile for me Landon, and believe that we’ll meet again in due time.

Until then, I’ll be missing you and a part of me will always be waiting.

You and I will always be unfinished business.

*** I haven't decided yet... but there may be a sequel to this book! Who would like to read about Maverick and Samantha?? ;) Keep an eye out in the future! ***

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