Made To Believe ✔️

Chapter Thirty Seven

DIANA'S POV

"Why did I let you talk me into this again?"Kareem lamented as he helped me wipe some chsmpayglasses.

"I talked you into it? You're the one who suggested it."I retorted.

"Yeah as a joke, I didn't think you would actually agree."He argued.

"Who jokes about something like that? Plus you had a week to stop me, now that its actually happening, you decide that its a bad idea."I scolded.

"It sounded fun at first but now I'm not so sure anymore. Let's call off the whole thing."Kareem suggested.

"What about all this food we've prepared?"I asked.

"Pop in in the fridge, no cooking for the next one week."Kareem replied as if his idea was genius.

I looked at him wondering whether to smack or stab him. The latter would be too messy so I opted for hitting him but I held myself back. My mama didn't raise a violent woman but Kareem sure did get it out of me sometimes.

"Please just go put a shirt on, people will start arriving soon."I requested in a softer tone refusing to argue with him anymore.

"Okay fine but don't say I didn't warn you."Kareem replied getting off the kitchen stool.

He walked away leaving me alone in the kitchen putting the finishing touches on the food. It had been his idea to invite our close friends and family for a small gathering at our place. It was the first party if you could even call it that, that we were hosting together as a couple.

"Cupcake?"Kareem called out when he got to the top of the stairs.

"Yeah?"

"I love you."He said smiling at me.

"I love you too."I replied smiling back.

He winked at me then disappeared into the bedroom.

Kareem always made sure to tell me that he loved me when he knew that he had gotten on my nerves. I always said it back to assure him than even if we were fighting, I still loved him.

We had been living together for three months and what three months they had been. After Nuru's birthday we had agreed to start being real with each other and we had done exactly that. My mom had warned me that it would be hard but her words had not really prepared me for how difficult it would actually be. Living with Kareem tried my patience more than anything else in the world. Most of the time we were good and I enjoyed the good moments but sometimes I had to stop myself from smothering him with a pillow.

I knew I wasn't easy to live with either since I preferred my things a certain way but I sometimes wished there was a book or an instruction manual for couples moving in together for the first time. I could have used some knowledge and wisdom to get through the first two months. But seriously Kareem really did know how to push my buttons at times.

For instance he tended to forget his laptop at work a lot but I had no issue lending him mine. As long as he didn't interrupt anything on it, I was okay since I used it for my auditing assignments but any warnings about that fell on deaf ears. Anytime Kareem used my laptop he ended up messing with my work, deleting my emails and closing tabs of unsaved work. It angered me to high heaven because even if he apologized he always did it again.

Kareem also had a habit of never putting used dishes in the sink, always left them wherever he had used them, whether in the bedroom, garage or balcony. I'd even found a plate of left over waffles in the bathroom once, I had no idea how it got there and I didn't even ask. Kareem also didn't do the dishes, it was the one chore I had never been able to talk him into helping me out with.