Matt and Donnie - 10. Chapter 10

We finished school and had excelled in our classes. The Turners wanted to sell their farm and move closer to their children. Between what I had saved from my trust fund and what Donnie had received from his mother's death, we had enough to put a substantial down payment on the farm. Donnie was delighted and spent a lot of time developing the farm. I spent my time at Dad's offices, and he eventually changed the name to Father and Son Ad Agency. I asked him why he didn't use our names. He looked at me, Matt and Matt sounds a little too cheerful for an ad agency. He was probably right.

I came home one Friday and was met by a beautiful greyhound. When I opened the door, the dog came over, and I thought John and Sam were here. But I was wrong. This lovely animal was now a part of our home. When I went into the house, Donnie looked a little worried as to what I thought. At first, I thought it was about the dog. Soon I found out that we had three dogs. I just laughed and hugged him. He relaxed and then told me when he went to pick up one, there were three, and they said the ones he didn't want would be put to sleep. So he took all three. When I asked what their names were, he said he named them Dave, Angie, and Moe. I asked why Dave and Angie, he said that way they'd always be in our home and minds. Moe was just a name that popped in his head. I laughed as I sat on the sofa, and soon I had three dogs around me. Tongue kisses and head scratches were the calls of the day.

That evening in bed, "Do you remember the first time you slept in this bed?"

"Yes, and it was just as comfy as it is now."

When we bought the farmhouse, I moved my bed to our bedroom. Call it sentimental, but that bed had a lot of firsts and memories.

Our lives continued to be enriched with our love. Each time was like the first time, and our love grew each day. The farm was a huge success. Donnie was growing plants that no one expected to be grown in that area. The best were the grapes that were made into a wine, which he called Turner Reserve. The first six bottles were sent to the Turners, and the next six were divided between our parents.

Angie and Dave got married. Donnie was the best man, and he looked sharp. When they returned from their honeymoon, we celebrated at the coffee shop. I was surprised to see Brian and Sammy there with their wives and children.

That is one thing that Donnie and I will miss, not having children. But who knows, maybe adoption is possible. All I know is that life without Donnie wouldn't be life for me. My love for him grows each day