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MADE FOR US
NATASHA MADISON
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CONTENTS
SOMETHING SO, THIS IS, ONLY ONE & MADE FOR FAMILY TREE!
Chapter 1
Abigail
Chapter 2
Tristan
Chapter 3
Abigail
Chapter 4
Tristan
Chapter 5
Abigail
Chapter 6
Tristan
Chapter 7
Abigail
Chapter 8
Tristan
Chapter 9
Abigail
Chapter 10
Tristan
Chapter 11
Abigail
Chapter 12
Tristan
Chapter 13
Abigail
Chapter 14
Tristan
Chapter 15
Abigail
Chapter 16
Tristan
Chapter 17
Abigail
Chapter 18
Tristan
Chapter 19
Abigail
Chapter 20
Tristan
Chapter 21
Abigail
Chapter 22
Tristan
Chapter 23
Abigail
Chapter 24
Tristan
Chapter 25
Abigail
Chapter 26
Tristan
Chapter 27
Tristan
Chapter 28
Abigail
Chapter 29
Tristan
Chapter 30
Abigail
Chapter 31
Tristan
Chapter 32
Abigail
Epilogue One
Epilogue Two
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SOMETHING SO SERIES
Something So Right
Parker & Cooper Stone
Matthew Grant (Something So Perfect)
Allison Grant (Something So Irresistible)
Zara Stone (This Is Crazy)
Zoe Stone (This Is Wild)
Justin Stone (This Is Forever)
Something So Perfect
Matthew Grant & Karrie Cooley
Cooper Grant (Only One Regret)
Frances Grant (Only One Love)
Vivienne Grant (Made For You)
Chase Grant (Made For Me)
Something So Irresistible
Allison Grant & Max Horton
Michael Horton (Only One Mistake)
Alexandria Horton (Only One Forever)
Something So Unscripted
Denise Horton & Zack Morrow
Jack Morrow
Joshua Morrow
Elizabeth Morrow
THIS IS SERIES
This Is Crazy
Zara Stone & Evan Richards
Zoey Richards
Stone Richards
This Is Wild
Zoe Stone & Viktor Petrov
Matthew Petrov (Mine To Take)
Zara Petrov
Lexi Petrov
This Is Love
Vivienne Paradis & Mark Dimitris
Karrie Dimitris
Stefano Dimitris
Angelica Dimitris
This Is Forever
Caroline Woods & Justin Stone
Dylan Stone (Formally Woods) (Only One Forever)
Christopher Stone
Gabriella Stone (Made For Romeo)
Abigail Stone (Made For Us)
ONLY ONE SERIES
Only One Kiss
Candace Richards & Ralph Weber
Ariella Weber
Brookes Weber
Only One Chance
Layla Paterson & Miller Adams
Clarke Adams
Only One Night
Evelyn & Manning Stevenson
Jaxon Stevenson
Victoria Stevenson
Only One Touch
Becca & Nico Harrison
Phoenix Harrison
Dallas Harrison
Only One Regret
Erika & Cooper Grant
Emma Grant
Mia Grant
Parker Grant
Matthew Grant
Leo Grant
Felicia Grant
Only One Mistake
Jillian & Michael Horton
Jamieson Horton
Bianca
Bailey
Only One Love
Frances Grant & Brad Wilson
Stella Wilson
Only One Forever
Dylan Stone & Alex Horton
Maddox Stone
Maya Stone
Maverick Stone
James Stone
MADE FOR SERIES
Made For Me
Julia & Chase Grant
Made For You
Vivienne Grant & Xavier Montgomery
Made For Us
Abigail Stone & Tristan Weise
Penelope
Payton
Made For Romeo
Romeo Beckett & Gabriella Stone
Mine to Take
Matthew Petrov & Sofia Barnes
Mine To Promise
Stefano Dimitris & Addison
CHAPTER ONE
ABIGAIL
I lean over the empty white desk, unpinning the thumbtack at the corner of the picture as the soft music playing from my phone fills the room. Unpinning the other corner, the picture comes undone in my hand. I stare down at the picture of Gabriella, my twin sister, and me at our high school graduation. The two of us are in our graduation gowns staring at each other, sticking our tongues out. I can still remember it like it was yesterday, feeling the pit in my stomach knowing our time was soon running out. It was going to be the first time we were leaving each other, ever. We were going off to our respective colleges, neither of us knowing how one would survive without the other. I was off to Dallas to study nursing, and she was off to the West Coast. She was in love with photography, and LA was the place to be. She even contemplated Paris. The only thing was she didn’t want to be anywhere close to the family.
I put the picture down on the empty desk before leaning over and unpinning another picture right next to the one I just took down, when my phone rings from the side of my bed. I make my way through the moving boxes to get to the cell. I look down, seeing a picture of my dad and me, “Hey, Daddy-o.” I smile. “What’s the dealio?”
He chuckles as I sit on the bed before leaning back on the pillows and putting up my legs on my unmade bed. “Hey, Abby,” he says softly. “Whatcha doing, Buttercup?”
It’s my turn to chuckle at him. Apparently, the story is he used to call us Buttercup because he couldn’t tell us apart from the back, so he just went with calling us that nickname. “I’m almost finished packing.” I look at the boxes all over my bedroom. It feels like I arrived at the empty room just yesterday. “I can’t believe this is it.” The wall that used to hold hooks to hang my jackets is down. The dresser that used to have little knickknacks on top is now bare.
“You busted your ass,” he says, and I can see him smirking, “taking after me.” I laugh right away. “Don’t tell your mother.” My parents met when my brother, Dylan, got an opportunity to attend my father’s hockey school. From the way they tell the story, it was love at first sight. At least for my father.
“Your secret is safe with me. When are you guys coming down?” I look over at the window and see the sun has already gone down.
“We leave bright and early in the morning,” he confirms. “Are you ready for tomorrow?” He’s flying down with my mom to attend my graduation ceremony. The butterflies now fill my stomach. I’ve worked my ass off for this. The past six years are a blur, and it feels like I just moved out to college yesterday. I graduated after four years with a bachelor’s of nursing and then did two years at John Hopkins.
It’s my turn to smirk, and my heart speeds up. “As ready as I’ll ever be.”
“My daughter, a pediatric nurse.” I blink away the tears. “So flipping proud of you.”
“Okay, I’m going to let you go before you make me start crying. I have to get my makeup done soon , and I don’t want to have swollen eyes.”
“Okay, okay, fine,” he says. “The moving truck is scheduled to be there on Saturday.” I nod. “Then we can fly to Dallas and start house hunting.”
“Dad,” I say softly, “I was going to rent an apartment.” I close my eyes, pinching the bridge of my nose.
“Negative. Can’t talk now, heading to a meeting.”
“We’ll discuss it at dinner tonight,” I tell him quickly before he hangs up.
I shake my head and look down, seeing he’s already disconnected the phone. I toss my phone on the bed beside me, then get up and walk back over to the family board I did as soon as I moved into this studio apartment in Maryland, which is five minutes from campus, two years ago. I put my favorite pictures right in front of my desk, so when I looked up, all I saw were my people. I grab a picture of the whole family that was taken last year at the annual family vacation. There were so many people that Uncle Matthew had to call someone with a ladder to take an aerial shot. I stare at it for a couple of minutes, my mouth going to a smile without even knowing it. There is so much love in my family it’s almost contagious. I put the picture down when my phone rings again.
Turning, I walk over to the phone I just threw down. “Hello.” I press the speaker button when I see it’s Gabriella.
“Well, well, if it isn’t my older sister.” She snickers.
“By three minutes,” I add, walking back to the board to remove the rest of the pictures.
“Whatever. What are you doing?” she says, and I can hear she’s walking outside when I hear car horns in the background.
“Doing last-minute packing,” I tell her. “I have pretty much everything packed. I’m just packing my desk.” Putting the phone down beside the stack of photos, I add, “Did you pack yet?” She surprised me two days ago when she called telling me she was moving. From the last conversation with her, everything seemed like it was going amazing in LA.
“Not even close. You know me, always late to the party. Anyway, I’m not calling about that. I’m calling to discuss this year’s vacation. Did you get the itinerary?”
“I saw an email, but I figured someone would tell me something.” I unpin a picture of my brother, Christopher, and me on the beach last time we saw each other last summer.
“Well, it’s another little island. At this point, I think he had them build us houses.” She laughs. “Either way, we have to celebrate.”
“I agree.” I unpin a picture of me with my nephew, Maddox, who is now taller than most of the men in our family at only sixteen. “We both should let our hair down.”
“Speak for yourself,” Gabriella pffts out. “My hair has been down for the past six years. But I’m happy you are finally going to let your hair down!” She snickers. “It’s been tied up so tight that it’s not sur—”
“Okay, well, this has been a great chat,” I shut her down before she says anything else, “but I have to shower.”
“Fine, I’ll let you off the hook for now, but as soon as we get on that island, we are finding someone to finally get you to let loose. I don’t know how you do it.”
I roll my eyes. “You know, I’ve lived for the past six years without you beside me, and I survived.”
“Barely,” she jokes, and I laugh. “Good news is, I think I’m going to be staying in Dallas for the summer.” I sit up all excited. “Do you think you could use a roomie?” Her voice goes lower and I have a feeling that her moving out of LA isn’t just because of her work.
“Well, does this roomie clean up after herself?” I ask her, knowing full well that she doesn’t. Even though we are twins, we couldn’t be more different. I’m the clean, quiet one, she’s the messy, outgoing one. I mean, I’m not going to say when we are together, we don’t get into trouble, but the last six years I’ve learned a lot about myself.
“The roomie is somewhat cleaner than she used to be, and she also learned how to cook,” she informs me, and I don’t have a chance to say anything else because a horn honks in the background. “Okay, my ride is here. See you on the flip side,” she says right before she disconnects the phone.
I toss the phone on the desk, shaking my head. “At least my move to Dallas won’t be uneventful.” I finish taking the pictures off the board, leaving the most special one for last.
I hold the picture in my hand, the subject the sole reason I picked pediatrics. Penelope. The little girl who I met while volunteering in the hospital in Dallas. Her black hair is in a ponytail and her eyes so crystal-blue it looks like you can see into her soul.
I had just gotten started in the nursing program and signed up to volunteer a couple of times a week. Little did I know, one day that decision would change the course of my life. She came into the hospital when she was a little over two years old. Her mother had died in the car accident when she was under the influence. It was a miracle Penelope survived because she had so many injuries, and she was all bandaged up. She had a cast on her arm and her leg, along with a slew of small injuries.
When I walked into her room, she was a little girl in a very big bed. I can’t even put into words what I felt looking at her. My feet moved without my head even registering it as I sat beside the bed and held her little hand in mine when she woke up and cried for her mom. There was no amount of soothing I could have done, so I did the only thing I could. I held her in my arms, rocking her for much longer than I should have. Telling her she was coming, knowing I was lying to her. The little girl had lost her whole world, and her grandparents had come in trying to claim her, which ended up being more of a shit show. I would show up, even on my days off, just to spend time with her. To be honest, I was at the hospital every single day. If I wasn’t in class, I was in the hospital, doing my homework in the little waiting area, just in case she needed me. It's hard to put into words the pull I had for her, but it was the easiest decision I ever made.
After spending a week in the pediatric wing with her, I knew that was where I wanted to focus my studies. I knew this was what I wanted to do. I knew I had to finish the nursing program and then I went a step further and focused on attending John Hopkins. Not sure if I would be getting in, but it was my top school, and luckily enough, I was accepted. Now here I am, getting ready to graduate tomorrow and collect my diploma. Another thing checked off my list with the next waiting to be checked off.
I knew there was only one hospital I wanted to work at once I graduated. I also knew not to get my hopes up high, but considering I was at the top of my class and I volunteered there, I was lucky enough to get an offer from them. So in one month, I will be officially walking in there as a registered nurse on the pediatrics floor.
I can’t help the smile on my face when I think about it. I can’t help but look back and run my hand over the picture. Penelope stands beside me with a huge smile on her face as she hugs my waist. It was taken not too long ago when I surprised my family at a Sunday lunch. I put the picture down with the rest of them and turn to grab an empty brown envelope. Getting up, I place it at the top of the box sitting right next to my chair. I put the cover on the box before taking one final look around.
By the time I crawl into bed, my body is exhausted, and the alarm for seven comes way too fast. I throw the covers off me before getting up and making myself a coffee before I walk over and start putting on my makeup. I have one hour to get ready before the car is set to pick me up.
I decide to wear my hair down and just curl the ends. My makeup is done in a matter of twenty minutes. After putting just some mascara on and a little bit of eyeliner, I walk over and grab the white dress that is the only thing hanging in my closet. I slip on the white spaghetti strap dress, making sure my boobs are in place. Grabbing my black high-heel sandals, I sit on the bed and fasten the straps around my ankles.
