Made To Believe ✔️

Chapter Thirty Two

KAREEM'S POV

"Fucking hell!"I cussed tossing away the socket wrench I was using to fix Jamila's sink.

"What's wrong?"Jamila asked running into the kitchen.

"Nothing, I just hurt myself."I replied biting my lip in pain.

"Be careful please."Jamila scolded.

I waited for the pain to subside before I continued working on the leaking sink. Ten minutes later I was done so I crawled out from under but I'd forgotten about my toolbox so I ended up hitting my knee on it. Cusses flew out of my mouth as I got off my knees but I hit the back of my head on the sink making everything worse.

I straightened up hoping on one leg as I rubbed the back of my head. Jamila stood next to the fridge mirth written all over her face before she burst out laughing. I pursed my lips at her unimpressed by how she found joy in my suffering.

"Good God, it's like watching a cartoon that keeps hurting itself."She laughed directing me to a stool so I could sit down.

"Let me see."She demanded checking the back of my head.

"It's not bleeding, you're fine."She said after a few seconds.

"Glad my pain makes you so happy."I scowled.

"Oh quit whining you big baby, you're fine. You are always so coordinated, why are you extra clumsy today?"Jamila asked.

"Nothing."I mumbled even if I knew that there was something eating at me.

"I know you better than that Kareem so spill before I torture it out of you."Jamila threatened.

I looked at the determined look on her face and realized that she was not going to let it go until I told her.

"Okay fine, put the claws away, I'll tell you."I relented.

Jamila grinned proud of herself before taking a seat across from me on the kitchen table.

"I'm all ears."

I took a deep breath and gathered my thoughts. I hadn't told anyone about what was eating me, Jamila would be the first to know but maybe she would offer me some much needed insight.

"I've been thinking a lot lately and I think I'm ready to take the next step in my relationship with Diana."I explained.

Jamila's eyes widened before she jumped out of her seat and started screaming dancing around the kitchen. I just looked at her bewildered wondering what the excitement was all about. Finally she calmed down enough to face me.

"Have you bought it yet?"She asked her excitement almost palpable.

"Bought what?"I asked confused.

"The ring dummy, that's what."She replied and it was my turn to be shocked.

"Ring? What would I need a ring to ask Diana to move in with me?"I asked shocked until realization hit me.

"You thought I meant to propose?"I inquired surprise dripping out of my voice.

Jamila sulked like a deflated balloon when she realized that we were talking about two completely different things.

"Of course, you two are all lovey dovey now, I thought you were going to go down on one knee and pop the magical question."Jamila retorted.

"Definitely not, it's only been four months. We're not ready for marriage."I replied.

Of course I had thought about asking Diana to marry me but that was in the far future after our relationship was stronger and unshakable.