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FINDING MARCH
THE PRESIDENT’S DAUGHTERS
BOOK 3
CHASHIREE M.
M.K. MOORE
BREEDING NATION PUBLISHING
Copyright © 2024 by ChaShiree M. & M.K. Moore
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CONTENTS
Blurb
Prologue
Prologue
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
Epilogue
Epilogue
March
My life has been one big question. One huge merry-go-round of why’s and questions. Does my mom love me? Why does she
hate me? Why doesn’t she want me to be happy? Who am I?
The only time I ever knew the answer to anything, it was when I met the love of my life in high school. Yeah, that is when
everything became clear. I am going to finish school, marry him and be happy. Sounds simple right? Especially because he felt
the same. Then, everything changed, my world was turned upside down and the questions came back.
Now here I am, five years later, living in a different state, taking care of the only certain thing in my life. I am about to embark
on the biggest adventure of my life, thus far. Just when I think I am ready and have everything under control, my world is turned
upside down once again, but the difference is now, he has questions. I just don’t know if I will ever be ready to answer them.
But ready or not, he is not going away and everything is coming full circle. I just hope when it is all over, some things remain
the same.
Joshua
I met my love in high school. She was everything to me. She was the light showing me everything I thought I knew and that was
just the beginning. From the moment I met her every decision I made after was with her and our future in mind. When i left to go
to college, i thought i left her with enough reassurances to know, she is it for me and I will be back.
I came back and she was gone. Vanished like I had conjured her from the most wonderful dream. But she was real and she was
mine. My future. No matter what I did, who I asked and how much I searched, I couldn’t find her.
I was lost. Unsure. Asking myself the fundamental questions. Then, the light came back and she was found. I wasted no time in
tracking her down, my heart soaring, my head angry. Only, what I find is not my beautiful girl, but a gorgeous woman who
wants nothing to do with me. Or so she says.
I ask her everything I have been dying to know, including the biggest one, slated to change my life, but she thwarts me and
stalls. She thinks she can ignore me, ignore this love between us that distance could not change. But she can’t. First, she has to
talk to me, tell me the truth, and then, both of us will get what we are searching for. Forever. Now that I have found March, I am
never letting her go.
PROLOGUE
MARCH
ONE MONTH AGO
“Mommy, look what Auntie January and Auntie February got me.” Excitedly, Juniper holds up three Barbie’s, and I see a
Barbie house to the side of the couch. Rolling my eyes so my daughter can’t see, I give my sister the death stare before smiling
at my sweet girl.
“Oh my gosh. That is awesome. I had Barbie’s, too, when I was your age. I loved them. What do you say to your auntie’s?”
She runs to each of them and gives them hugs before running off to play, giving us time to talk. “You two are too much.
Seriously, how am I supposed to get this behemoth home?” Definitely not by mail.
“Oh I thought of that. Oliver has a reunion with some service buddies in Arizona in a month and a half which is perfect
because you should be back by then.”
“Ah. Well, tell him thank you for me. So, how is the pregnancy?” January is now two months pregnant, and Feb is four
weeks.”
“So far no nausea. Maybe I will be lucky.” Jan says. “Did you have morning sickness?” Ugh. I hate thinking about my
pregnancy. It was definitely not the best time of my life. It would have been worse if it weren’t for my grandpa.
“I did in my third month. But seeing as how I was in high school; I was under a lot of stress as well.” I was alone, so I was
under a lot of stress.
“Yeah, I wanted to ask you about that. You always allude to it but never talk about it. What happened?” Damn it. I don’t
want to talk about this, but they are my sisters, and I know they won’t judge.
“Okay, I will give you the short version. I was in high school and so was he. The summer I got pregnant was the best time
of my life. I had stars in my eyes. All I could think about was how we were going to be married after graduation and have a
family of our own. His family was rich, and he never introduced me, mostly at my own request which I now know was because
of the brainwashing my mom did, but they knew about us. Before I could even tell him I was pregnant he had left for college. I
managed to hide it from my mom for quite some time with baggy clothes and such but one day she came into my room while I
was showering, and she realized. Before I knew it she was telling me his family would either try to take my baby or spread
rumors about me that make me the town pariah. So, she shipped me off to my grandpa in Arizona and that was that.” They both
look appalled for a second before recovering.
“What a bitch,” Feb says, turning up her nose.
“My thoughts exactly.” Jan says. “But the one thing I don’t get is why you didn’t go look for him?” I chuckle and turn my
head before answering that.
“I don’t need to look for him. I have always known where he would be,” I say in my snarkiest tone. “He is probably living
his most wealthy life with bimbos and such. No, my daughter is better off not knowing. Plus, she doesn’t need to know a family
that doesn’t want her. At least until she is a bit older. Besides, she never asks about him. So maybe when she starts too, I will
tell her some things and not the others.”
“That makes sense,” Jan says. Yeah, I thought so, too. So why does it still hurt?
PROLOGUE
JOSHUA
PRESENT DAY
When I was seventeen years old and just starting my senior year of high school at Nixon High in Seattle, Washington, I met the
love of my life. She was sixteen and starting tenth grade. Her locker was right next to mine. On day one, I knew she was
something special. She ran up to her locker, and the scent of her signature perfume surrounded me. I’ll never forget that scent.
Miss Dior. It’s been over five years, but even to this day, when I smell it on another woman, I get sick to my stomach. It doesn’t
belong on anyone but her. I asked her to the Twisty Freeze after school and she said yes. The rest was history.
We were together every waking moment for the entire year, through the summer. I went on to college with the expectation
that we’d do the long-distance thing until she could join me. We had the rest of our lives planned out. Everything changed when
I came home for Christmas, and she had disappeared. I begged her mother to tell me where she was, but she wouldn’t tell me a
damn thing. She refused to meet my parents, so I couldn’t even have my parents keep an eye on her while I was gone. The day I
left for Georgia; I knew I should have deferred college until she could join me. Something felt off, but she told me to go. I had a
football scholarship, but I also had a trust fund. I could have waited. I should have waited. What was two years when I didn’t
have her?
My life ended the day I found out she left me, but I couldn’t move on. How do you move on from the woman who owns
your heart? Your soul? Your every fucking breath? You don’t. I finished college, but I never ever forgot about her. In my mind,
she’s still my girl. We didn’t officially end a damn thing. She’s the only woman I’ve ever been with or ever will be with. Why
mess with perfection?
If only I could fucking find her. All through college, I searched for her as best I could, Social media, her bitchy mother, but I
knew I needed help.
I graduated from college last year and started working in my preferred field of IT. I work for a virtual company doing what
I love. I set my own hours and make decent money, but I definitely don’t need it. I’ve grown my trust fund over the years and am
sitting pretty. For the last year, I’ve been looking for my girl. I hired Jack, no last name. Despite his lack of name, he’s a highly
recommended private investigator.
I’m finishing up an IT emergency when my cell rings. The caller ID says unknown, but that happens a lot in my line of
work.
“Josh Kingsley,” I say as a way of greeting.
“Josh, it’s Jack.”
“Hey, Jack. I wasn’t expecting your weekly update until Monday.”
“I’ve found her.” I drop the pen in my hand and freeze. Silence. Absolute silence. I can’t say a fucking thing. The three
words that I’ve longed to hear for years, and I can’t say a damn thing. “Josh?”
“I’m here,” I say after swallowing thickly. “Where is she?”
“I found her in Phoenix, Arizona, going by the name March Johnston. Would you like to know about her social life?”
“No. Give me the address,” I say, ready to fly there right now.
“I’ve already emailed it to you.
Looks like I’m going to Phoenix…
CHAPTER
ONE
MARCH
“Come on, Mom. I’m ready to go!” Juniper yells for the fifth time from her room. Right now, I am trying to pack to go to my
grandpa's ranch in Wyoming, where he retired to three years ago. She has been going there since she was three years old. He
adores this girl. When I gave birth to her, she was his everything, like I was when I was little.
On top of that, I am also packing for my trip around the U.S. to search for Donor #Pl18956. It sounds so strange to say. I
have always known my mom went this route. She was diagnosed with endometriosis at the age of sixteen, and her doctors
weren’t sure she would be able to have a baby after the age of twenty-five. So, she told herself if she hadn’t found her husband
by twenty-three, she would go to a sperm bank. Shortly after she had me, she had to have a hysterectomy.
“Mommy!” she yells once again. That girl is going crazy, as she has been since she found out she was going to Wyoming.
She loves it there. She once asked me if we could move there. She cried for five days when I told her no. It broke my heart. My
grandfather left me his house when he retired. He transferred it into my name and everything, and if we moved, we would have
to sell, and I cannot bring myself to do it.
My phone rings, letting me know I have an incoming video chat. I smile because I know it is my sister's. “Hey guys,” I tell
them, holding it under my chin while I put the last few things in the suitcase.
“Hey. Are you packed?” Jan asks, chomping on pickles and vinegar. God, do I remember my pregnancy cravings?
“Yep. Just putting the last few things in the luggage.”
“I really wish you had someone to take with you,” Feb says, frowning.
“Well you two fell in love with your partners and we know that is not going to happen so..”
“How would you know? Maybe if you gave it a shot. I mean, who, Todd?” Of course, she would bring up Juniper's Karate
teacher. He has been asking me out since she started that class. I am not saying he is not nice-looking because he is. And, of
course, I have thought about saying yes; I mean, who wouldn’t? He is built like Patrick Swayze, but I don’t want to confuse
Junie and would hate for her to get used to someone and then have her heartbroken. I shake my head at these two.
“You know I can’t. It is not good for Junie. Besides, he has classes to teach. He can’t cancel them for the entire month and a
half.” Sounds like a reasonable reason to me. They both give me reprimanding looks, which make me put my head down.
“You should have at least asked him, March. He has an assistant who could have led his class while he was gone.” Shoot. I
hate it when they are right. I never thought of that.
Just then, Connall walks up to her and says hello to us in the video. “Hi, ladies.”
“Hi, Connall!” Jan and I answer.
“It is time for my wife and I to go and get out of the house.” She frowns like she always does when he gets bossy. When he
walks away, she smiles. I am sometimes envious of their marriages, but then I remember I have Juniper, and everything seems
like it happened for a reason. Speaking of the wild one.
“Hi, Auntie January. Hi Auntie February.”
“I, sweetie. Are you excited to go to your great-grandpa's house?”
“Yes. You have no idea. But mom is taking forever,” she says, being very dramatic. The three of us giggle.
“Well, that is not okay,” Jan says, feeding into her hysteria. Rolling my eyes at her, I ask Juniper if she has, Floppy and
Floopy, her favorite stuffed animals, and when she gasps, I assume that means she forgot. She runs out of the room like her
pants are on fire.
“As you can see that girl is going crazy.” They both giggle and nod their heads.
“Well obviously you need to finish so you get out of there before her head starts spinning around. So call us after every stop
and update us. We are going to be worried about you being alone.” Smiling, I nod my head and promise I will.
Pulling up the hand of my suitcase, I begin rolling it to the front door. “Junie, I am ready.”
She literally zooms into the room, holding her tiny bag. She doesn’t need a suitcase because my grandfather always takes
her clothes shopping when she gets there. Not to mention shopping for anything else she needs. Did I mention he spoils her
rotten?
Making sure I have my keys and wallet; I open the front door to a man about to knock on it. I open my mouth to ask him if I
can help him because surely this sexy God has the wrong house. But then he looks right at me; there is no mistaking those eyes.
I look into them every single day. “Joshua.”
Holy Shit!
CHAPTER
TWO
JOSHUA
“Hey, Peaches,” I say, calling her the nickname I always called her. The name I’ve called her, even in my dreams. I give an air
of nonchalance, but all I want to do is pull her into my arms and kiss the ever-loving shit out of her.
“Don’t call me that, Joshua.” She looks even more beautiful when she’s angry. I want to put her over my damn knee. She
has no fucking right to be angry.
“That’s pretty formal,” I say, feeling like I am finally able to breathe after so long without seeing her. A weight has been
lifted off of my chest, but at the same time, another one drops on me. Why did she do it? Why did she destroy us?
“What do you mean?”
“What happened to Joshie?” She always called me Joshie, never Joshua. It was us against the world until it wasn’t.
“He grew up.”
“Aww, Peaches, you grew up real good too.” She’s even more beautiful than she was in high school. She’s thicker, her
boobs are bigger. The weight looks good on her.
“You have no right to call me that anymore.”
“I have every fucking right to call you that, March. You’re the one who left me.”
“Mommy! I’m ready to go!”
I look down and see an adorable little girl clinging to March’s shirt.
“Mommy?” I question.
“Yes. Mommy. Go make sure you have everything, baby. We aren’t coming back if you forget something.”
“Okay, Mommy.” The little girl flits off, leaving March standing in the doorway and me on the porch, my stupid fucking
heart broken. Without thinking, I take a step toward her.
“You fucked another man?” I ask, harsher than I intend to. I see red. My blood boils, and I can’t believe it. When we were
together, we made promises. I guess those were promises only I intended to keep. My mind reels as I picture her under
someone else, moaning so prettily for him, giving him what was supposed to be only mine. My fist clenches involuntarily at my
side. I want to punch something. The wall or something inanimate. Not her; I could never hurt her.
“What?” She seems appalled that I’d even ask that question, but I’m the wronged party here.
“I can’t fucking believe that you fucked someone else,” I say, my voice deathly quiet, but I don’t stop there. I can’t. “Jesus,
March, I thought you were fucking dead. You disappeared without a trace. I grieved the loss of you in my life. You were my
whole life, and then you were gone. Do you have any idea what that was like for me? I never got over you; I never stopped
loving you but not you. You…” I can’t even finish the sentence. It doesn’t matter what she thinks she’s got going on here.
Despite this soul-crushing revelation, she’s still mine. I’d die for her. We can get past this; I know we can.
We stare at each other. This is one staring contest I won’t lose.
Fighting for us is the only thing I can do.
CHAPTER
THREE
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Theophilus. But if that is not possible to be done, then you are to
come to the full proof of this point, viz. that there are two ways of
attaining knowledge, goodness, virtue, the one by outward, verbal
instruction, either by men or books, and the other by inward light,
goodness, and virtue, in our own renewed spirit; and that the former
is only in order to the latter, and of no benefit to us, but as it carries
us farther than itself, to be united in heart and spirit with the light and
Spirit of God. Just as the Baptist had been of no benefit to his
disciples, unless he had been their guide from himself to Christ.
And now let me tell you both, it is much to be feared, you as yet
stand only under this outward teaching; your good works are only
done under obedience to such rules and doctrines as your reason
assents to, but are not the fruits of a new-born spirit within you. But
till you are thus renewed in the spirit of your minds, your virtues are
only taught practices, and grafted upon a corrupt bottom. Every thing
you do, will be a mixture of good or bad; your humility will help you to
pride, your charity to others will give nourishment to your own self-
love, and as your prayers increase, so will the opinion of your own
sanctity. Because, till the heart is purified, and has felt the axe at the
root of its evil, (which cannot be done by outward instruction) every
thing that proceeds from it, partakes of its impurity and corruption.
Now that Theogenes is only under the law, or outward instruction,
is plain from the complaint he made of himself. For notwithstanding
his progress in the doctrine of love, he finds all his corrupt nature still
alive in him, and himself only altered in opinion.
And now we are fairly brought to the one great practical point, on
which our proficiency in the spirit of love depends. Namely, that all
we are, and all we have from Adam, as fallen, must be given up
absolutely, if divine love is to be brought forth in us. For as all that we
are by nature, is in full contrariety to this divine love, so a death to
ourselves is its only cure, and nothing else can make it subservient
to good.
I now also see the full truth, and certainty of what you said of the
nature and power of divine love; viz. that it brings perfect peace and
joy, a freedom from all disquiet, making every thing to rejoice in itself.
That wherever it comes, it comes as the blessing and happiness of
every natural life; as the restorer of every lost perfection; a redeemer
from all evil; a fulfiller of all righteousness. So that I am now a
thousand times more than ever athirst after the spirit of love. I am
willing to sell all, and buy it; its blessing is so great, and the want of it
so dreadful, that I am even afraid of lying down in my bed, till every
power of my soul is given up to it, wholly possessed and governed
by it.
Theophilus. You have reason for all you say, Theogenes; for were
we truly affected with things, as they are our real good or evil, we
should be much more afraid of having the serpents of covetousness,
envy, pride, and wrath, kept alive within us, than of being shut up in a
pest-house, or cast into a dungeon of venomous beasts. On the
other hand, we should look upon the lofty eloquence, and proud
virtue of a Cicero, but as the blessing of storm and tempest, when
compared with the heavenly tranquility of that meek and lowly heart,
to which our Redeemer has called us.
But the one true way of dying to self, is most simple and plain; it
wants no arts or methods, no cells, monasteries, or pilgrimages, it is
equally practicable by every body, it is always at hand, it meets you
in every thing, it is free from all deceit, and is never without success.
If you ask what this one, true, simple way is: it is the way of
patience, meekness, humility and resignation to God. This is the
truth and perfection of dying to oneself; it is no where else, but in this
state of heart.
Theophilus. When Christ our Saviour was upon earth, was there
any thing more simple and plain, than the way to him? Did Scribes,
Pharisees, Publicans, and Sinners want any length of time, or
exercise of rules and methods before they could have admission to
him, or have the benefit of faith in him?
Theogenes. I don’t understand why you put this question, nor do I
see how it can relate to the matter before us.
Theophilus. It not only relates to, but is the very truth of the
matter before us: for when I refer you to patience, meekness,
humility, and resignation to God, as the one simple, plain, immediate,
way of dying to yourself. I call it so, for no other reason, but because
you can as easily and immediately, without art or method, have all
the benefit of these virtues, as Publicans and Sinners by their turning
to Christ, could be helped, and saved by him.
*Theophilus. I would have you strictly believe all this, in the fullest
sense of the words. And also to believe, that the reasons why you, or
any one else, are for a long time vainly endeavouring after, and
hardly ever attaining these virtues, is because you seek them in the
way they are not to be found, in a multiplicity of human rules,
methods, and contrivances, and not in that simplicity of faith, in
which, those who applied to Christ, immediately obtained that which
they asked of him?
*Come unto me, all ye that labour and are heavy laden, and I will
refresh you. How short and simple and certain a way to peace and
comfort, from the misery and burthen of sin! What becomes now of
your length of time, and exercise, your rules and methods, and
round-about ways, to be delivered from the power of sin, and find the
redeeming power, and virtue of Christ? Will you say, that turning to
Christ in faith was once indeed the way for Jews and Heathens to
enter into life, and be delivered from the power of their sins, but that
all this happiness was at an end, as soon as Pontius Pilate had
nailed this good Redeemer to the cross, and so broke off all
immediate union and communion between faith and Christ?
*What a folly would it be to suppose that Christ, after his having
finished his great work, overcome death, ascended into heaven, with
all power in heaven and on earth, was become less a Saviour, and
gave less certain and immediate helps to those that by faith turn to
him now, than when he was cloathed with the infirmity of our flesh
and blood upon earth? Has he less power after he has conquered,
than whilst he was only resisting and fighting with our enemies? Or
has he less good will to assist his church, his own body, now he is in
heaven, than he had to assist Publicans, Sinners and Heathens,
before he was glorified? And yet this must be the case, if our simply
turning to him in faith, is not as sure a way of obtaining immediate
assistance from him now, as when he was upon earth.
Theogenes. What can I answer you, but that this is a true prayer
to Jesus, the Son of the living God? For who else but he, was the
Lamb of God, and the bread that came down.
Theophilus. Well answered, my friend. When therefore, I exhort
you to give up yourself in faith and hope, to patience, meekness,
humility, and resignation to God, what else do I do, but turn you
directly to so much faith and hope in the true Lamb of God? Must
you not say, that faith and desire of these virtues, is the very same
thing, as faith and desire of salvation through the Lamb of God? And
consequently, that every sincere wish and desire that presses after
these virtues, and longs to be governed by them, is an immediate,
direct application to Christ, is worshipping and falling down before
him, is giving up yourself unto him, and the very perfection of faith in
him?
Learn whatever you will from men and books, or even from Christ
himself, besides, or without these virtues, and you are only a poor
wanderer in a barren wilderness, where no water of life is to be
found. For Christ is no where, but in these virtues, and where they
are, there is he in his own kingdom. From morning to night, let this
be the object you follow, and then you will fully escape all the
religious delusions that are in the world, and what is more, all the
delusions of your own selfish heart.
For when these tempers live and abide in you, as the spirit and
aim of your life, then Christ is in you of a truth, and the life that you
then lead, is not yours, but Christ liveth in you. For this is following
Christ with all your power: you cannot possibly make more haste
after him, you have no other way of walking as he walked, no other
way of being like him, of truly believing in him, but by wholly giving
up yourself to patience, meekness, humility, and resignation to God.
And now, my dear friends, I have brought you to the very place
for which I desired this day’s conversation; which was, to set your
feet upon sure ground, with regard to the spirit of love. For all that
variety of matters, through which we have passed, has been only a
variety of proofs, that the spirit of divine love can have no place, in
any fallen creature, till it wills and chooses to be dead to all sin in a
patient, meek, humble resignation to the power and mercy of God.
And from this state of heart also, it is, that the spirit of prayer is
born, which is the desire of the soul turned to God. Stand, therefore,
steadfastly in this will, let nothing else enter into your mind, have no
other contrivance, but every where, and in every thing to nourish,
and keep up this state of heart, and then the light of heaven, and the
love of God, will begin their work in you, will bless and sanctify every
power of your fallen soul, you will be in a readiness for every kind of
virtue and good work, and will know what it is to be led by the Spirit
of God.
For these virtues are the only wedding garment; they are the
lamps, and vessels well furnished with oil.
There is nothing that will do in the stead of them; they must have
their full and perfect work in you, or the soul can never be delivered
from its fallen, wrathful state. There is no possibility of salvation, but
in this. And when the Lamb of God has brought forth his own
meekness, humility and full resignation to God in our souls, then are
our lamps trimmed, and our virgin-hearts made ready for the
marriage-feast.
Need I say any more to shew you how to come out of the wrath
of your evil, earthly nature, into the sweet peace and joy of the spirit
of love? Neither notions, nor speculations, nor rules, nor methods
can bring it forth. It is the child of light, and cannot possibly spring up
in ♦in you, but from the light of God rising in your soul, as it rises in
heavenly beings. But the light of God cannot arise, in you, by any art
or contrivance of your own, but only in the way of that meekness,
humility and patience, which waits, trusts, resigns to, and expects all
from the inward, living, life-giving operation of the triune God within
you; creating, quickening, and reviving in your fallen soul, that
image, and likeness of the holy Trinity, in which the first father of
mankind was created.
L E T T E R S.
L E T T E R I.
The same may be said of the supper of the Lord, however varied
in its outward manner from what it was at first, if the inward truth,
pointed at by it, is loved and adhered to by me, I have all the benefit
that could be had by it, when it was kept in the same outward form,
in which the first church used it.