Lev's POV
“Can we open our eyes now?” Monique asked to his Uncle Ken.
“Yeah. We are gonna continue it later,” Mr. Foster said while biting his lower lip.
I pushed Mr. Foster because he was teasing me. He simply chuckled at me. Mr. Foster helped me stand up. Someone suddenly knocked on Monique's and Zeffi's room. Mr. Foster insisted to opened it. It was his Aunt Missy, she is holding a tray with 4 chocolate milk on it and a chocolate chip cookies. It must be for the girls. Mr. Foster closed at the door, after thanking his Uncle's wife. He brought it to them. He sat on the floor, he poke the hole of the juices for the girls, and put a tissue on the cookies of the girls. Mr. Foster looks so cute while doing it. What a good Uncle, I know he will be a good father when we will have a kid someday.
“Lev,” Mr. Foster called to me.
I looked at him. He gave me one of the juice with the hole already poke and the straws are already inserted. I grabbed and smiled at him. I tinted on what he did, the small things he is doing for me makes me blush so hard. He never failed to make me tint, he also gave me a chocolate cookie. I accepted it with pure shyness on me. I took a bite of the cookie, and a sip of the juice. Mr. Foster was simply looking at me while I am eating. I offered him my chocolate milk and he took a sip of it.
“Why not grab the other one?” I asked to him.
“Saving it for you. I'm not on the mood on eating right now,” he said. “You need it more than me,” he added and smiled at me.
I simply nodded at Mr. Foster with a little bit of redness on my cheeks. Me and Mr. Foster was solely sharing our food to each other. We are currently watching Barbie and Mr. Foster looks so irritated while watching the show. It looks like he isn't enjoying the show. He looks so done with the talking and also the singing.
“Mr. Foster why you aren't joining your family downstairs?” I asked to him.
Mr. Foster simply shook his head at me on a cute way. I don't know why he seems so off when he is with his family. Maybe he isn't that close to his family that is why he is avoiding them. Maybe he isn't that good at talking to someone. Someone knocked on the girls room. Mr. Foster insisted to opened it.
“Ken, your Uncle Grey wants to talk with you,” his Aunt Missy said to him.
“You want to come?” Mr. Foster asked to me.
I simply shook my head at him and smiled, “I'll stay with the girls. Enjoy,” I said to him.
He smiled at me and gave me a small nod. He closed the door, but before he left me he approached me again, and give me a kiss in the forehead. He is such a sweet man. The two girls are enjoying watching Barbie, while I am bored in here, and doesn't know what to do. I am simply looking around at their room.
“Do you want some popcorn?” I asked to them.
“Yeah!” the both of them answered.
I went out and goes downstairs. Maybe they have some popcorn in here that I can cook. I took a peek before going on the area where Mr. Foster is. He was simply talking on his family. He look happy talking to them, I don't know what makes him afraid or kept avoiding to talk to them. They won't eat him, right? They aren't carnivores right? I walked fast so they won't notice me, but I was wrong they saw me.
“Wife, where are you going?” Mr. Foster asked to me.
“I-I'm just g-gonna make popcorns for the girls,” I simply answered to him, stuttering.
He smiled at me and simply nodded. I proceeded on the kitchen on a fast way. I felt embarrassed for nothing. I saw his Aunt Missy cooking something. She saw me, and immediately stopped from looking at me.
“May I help you, Lev?” she asked to me on a nicest tone.
“I'm just looking for a popcorn. I'm going to make popcorn for the girls. If happens, do you have any?” I asked to his Aunt Missy.
She simply nodded at me. She opened one of the hanging cabinet and grabbed a microwaveable popcorn. She put it on the microwave and set the timer.
“While, waiting. Let's have a little chat?” she said to me.
I completely nodded at her. I sat on one of the long seat. Aunt Missy was making tea before starting chatting with me. After couple of seconds of making, she gave me a up. It's a green tea. I took a sip before talking to her.
“Well, how's married life with Bryle? Is he hurting you when he is angry?” she asked to me.
I shook my head and cackled small, “He isn't hurting me. In fact, he is more calmer and better right now. He is treating me like an egg, caring me so much. Overprotective and at the same time he is too possessive,” I explained to her. “He spoils me things I really don't need. He is very different from the Mr. Foster they thought,” I added.
She was simply looking at me with a face of hesitating. She was confused on what I have said. Maybe, the Mr. Foster I told to her is the opposite Mr. Foster that they always see.
“I think you married the wrong Bryle or, are you saying all those things too hide how he treats you? Pain the he is causing to you?” she asked to me. “Don't be afraid to tell me. I can help you,” she added.
“The only pain he is feeling from me, is my rod,” Mr. Foster suddenly said on the kitchen's entrance.
The both of us looked at the kitchen’s entrance. There, Mr. Foster was simply leaning on the wall and looking at the both of us. His eyes was changed into my direction. He smiled at me and he bite his lower lip. I tinted after what I have seen.
“It's true. A person can be change when they love someone,” his Aunt Missy said. “I'm happy for you Bryle. To the both of you, be happy forever,” she added.
Mr. Foster approached me, he put his hands on my shoulders and kissed me in top of my head. I felt a weird electric feeling after he gave me a nice kissed on my head. Mr. Foster smiled at me. She took a sip of her tea, and smiled for the both of us. I conclude that I really changed Mr. Foster's attitude when we started to fall in love with each other. Mr. Foster looked at my tea, and grabbed it. He took a sip of it and put it on the table again.
“I should go back there. Take care of my Lev, Aunt Missy,” Mr. Foster said to her Aunt. “He's the only one I want to be forever,” Mr. Foster added before leaving the kitchen.
His Aunt Missy simply nodded at him. Mr. Foster gave me a small waved before going back. I am so lucky to have a man like Mr. Foster. A man who will do anything just to make me the happiest person . So many obstacles happened to the both of us but those obstacles were simply a training for our love to be stronger. The both of us are still in the endgame. The day I saw Toffer cheating on me was a blessing in disguise.
“Bryle is so lucky to have you Lev,” Aunt Missy said. “Having a nice wife. You really changed him, I can see the happy Bryle. He used to have a frowned face, but it's new to see he is smiling,” she added.
I smiled at her and nodded. The microwave beep, she signed me a one, which means one second. She remove the popcorn on the microwave. She put it on the big bowl. She gave it to me.
“Enjoy the movie with the girls,” she said to me.
“Thank you,” I simply responded to her.
I grabbed the popcorn with me and went upstairs. I knocked on the girl's room. I was expecting, one of the girls would open the door, but I was surprised when a guy opened a door. It looks like his a 21-year-old man. He has red dye on a small part of his hair. He simply smiled at me.
“You must be Kendrick's wife? Nice to meet you,” he uttered. “I'm Ash, Black's and Dark's brother,” he introduced to me.
“Uh- Hi?” I greeted to him on a awkward way and on a shy way.
He simply cackled at my reaction. He let me in, I gave the popcorn on the girls and they started to eat it the moment I put it on their front. I sat next to Monique, and Ash sat on the girl's bed. They have really a strong genes. Ash is also good looking like his brothers and cousins. I am in the middle of watching when a knocked interrupted my focus.
“I'll get it,” Ash insisted.
He opened the door, and there, I saw Aunt Missy. She signed me to come him. I stand up and followed her. I goes downstairs and saw Mr. Foster drunk and laying on the floor. I have a bland face while looking at him.
“I thought he's the exact way when he is drunk. Why is he acting like this?” I asked to myself.
I approached him and he was simply counting the borders of the ceiling.
“Mr. Foster let's go home,” I uttered to him. “I can drive. Maybe?” I said on a soft tone.
“Who are you? You looked too pretty for a boy? Are you a Lesbian?” he asked to me on a drunk voice.
I deep sighed came out on my mouth.
“It's me, Lev. Your wife,” I introduced to him.
“I didn't know I have a wife as handsome and pretty as fuck,” he said.
