Holding on

Chapter Twenty-Nine

My phone started to ring, checking the caller ID already made me smile.

"Hey babe", I can't help it. I feel o happy hearing his voice especially in the mornings.

"Hey sweetheart, I hope you're ready?" He chuckles at his end. I didn't know what answer to come up with.

"Ready for??" I ask him uncertain about what he'd say.

"Really?? I can't believe you forgot. Its my parents anniversary today and the gala is this evening", I can imagine him refusing the urge to pout like the baby he is. Well, he's my baby, so back off.

"Oh yeah, that. I um have not forgotten, where is it being held? I'll meet you there", I was totally screwed. I had nothing to wear.

Please agree so I can use some free time to shop for a dress.

"That's not happening sweetheart. I'll pick you up in an hour, better get ready", he states without even asking me.

"One hour, that's not enough", I tell him.

"Is that so? How about forty-five minutes?".

I huff and cross my arms on my chest forgetting that he can't even see me.

"Fine an hour it is, remind me again; how did I fall in love with you?"

He can be really unbearable sometimes, but I love him so I guess that's included in the package.

"I love you too, see you soon", the call ends and the first thing I do is to grab my pillow and scream into it.

Then it hits me, making my smile from ear to ear. I will ask Henrietta.

Michael and I spent almost every free time together. Could you believe he taught me self defense? Yeah, I know, he's something else. He wasn't taking any chances with Dave and May.

Speaking of them, I never saw them again. Its like the just disappeared into thin air, like they never existed. I don't know if it was as a result of Michael hiring some security guards at the restaurant.

Did I tell you he got Mr. Arthur to suspend Claire? He actually did. But being me, I talked him out of it much of which involved him looking at me like I'd gotten up from being hit by a truck.

Call me stupid, it doesn't matter. I mean she's mean but we all need this job. And though Claire is all tough and bad ass, she's a softie deep down.

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"Come in, its open", Henrietta said from inside dad's room. I didn't know if she as going to move in with us yet but she spent most of her time here including sleepovers.

"Hey mom, I need some help", maybe this was a crazy idea. Time to bolt.

She put down the book she was reading and looked at me through her reading glasses, "shoot, I'm all ears".

"You remember I told you about Michael's parents anniversary??"

"Yeah, what about it honey?"

"Well, its today. Actually, its tonight and I don't have any thing to wear plus he said he'll be here in less than an hour", I let it all out.

For a few seconds she didn't say anything, I was beginning to think she didn't hear me. What she did next made me cover my ears.

"OH MY GOD!! What do we do? What will you wear? This is so not good", she squealed so much I feared I'd be deaf once I left the room. She sounded like a lovestruck teenager whose crush just asked her out.

I think she acted like that so I'd be more comfortable being around her. Honestly it made me love her more every day.

"I was thinking if you could lend me some clothes. I know we are not exactly the same size but oh gosh this sounds so stupid when I say it out loud", this actually sounded stupid. What was I thinking.