SAVING LOVE:Book 1 of The Padmore Tower series

CHAPTER 55

ANNA

The rest of the days passed smoothly. I lay in bed watching the pools of the sunlight rays swirling the corners of the bedroom. Michael left for the office this morning, leaving a soft kiss on my head and i woke up demanding a proper kiss that later left me breathless and smiling so hard like a school girl in love.  So it's just me and my unborn daughter, here hanging out.

"I can't wait to see you, hold you and shower you with all my love and kisses" I whispered to her as I rubbed my huge bump while looking at my self in the full-length mirror. Looking closely in the mirror I could see her tiny footprints as she moved around in there. i laughed softly, a fierce love for my daughter fills me and i couldn't help the burning in my eyes, a few tears drop down. A week and a few days more  and I will pop this girl out.

for the past days ive been thinking about what i said to my mother. i'm going into this blindly but i will do my best. give my daughter everything she needs. everything i never had. i feel this disappointment and shame that i won't be able to do it because i never knew what its like, to be loved or cared for. but maybe, everything i've been through...i had Zara. my granny--its all a godsend and i will glean from what ive experienced to provide for my daughter and be the best mother possible.

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At my previous appointment, I was told she might come earlier than expected. But that's fine with me, whatever she wants i'm good with it. I am honestly just a little scared but the joy and excitement conquers all that.

I smiled at myself before turning away from the mirror. I walked into our closet to throw on some comfortable clothes. The closet was very spacious. The walls were painted white, we also had white-colored ceiling to floor shelves that were filled with clothes and shoes. With drawers at the bottom to store undergarments. Socks and so on.

Michael has the most clothes in this room, believe it or not and they are not colorful. dark colors, a few whites and other colors i had to sneak in there.

Walking towards his side of the closet, I scanned through his sweats to locate the one I would love to wear,

"I like this one" I muttered, eyeing the grey colored sweatpants in my hand. "now I need to find me some shirt to go with this" I walked over to his neatly folded shirts. I smiled giving myself an imaginary back pat. Looking through his t-shirts I didn't find anything I wanted so I just settled with one of my maternity bralettes.

Throwing on the clothes quickly, I walked out.

Everything of mine feels too tight. So I just share Michael's with him.

"sweet tooth, we can shop for some more sweats for you that fit" he walked out of the closet the other day in nothing but only a towel tightly wrapped around his waist with that suggestion. When he went to grab a pair of sweats but realized I had on the last clean pair.

"sorry Laundry day!" I replied laughing so loud. His expression was everything that day. But me being me I refused. and To this day I still grab his sweatshirts and pants.

What?

I can't help it. They are oddly comfortable and it smells like him.

"good morning!" Zelma chirps on the phone and i laughed when Aaliyah groaned on the other side. Its a must to hear from one another, so we have a group phone call almost every day.

"morning..." the red head grumbles, the sound of papers in the background.

"i cant believe you guys had to go to work so early? what about your classes?" i said, Stepping out of the room.