Motivation of Memories: The Second Book of the Labors of Love Series

Hold It

Genevieve's POV

After a bit of rest and great dinner with Arsenio Hall Prince and I retired to our hotel room. I slept like a baby in the king sized bed and the thick hotel blankets. I woke up early and began tackling my hair.

Prince told me the photoshoot would be performances based so I thought I'd straighten my hair again. I take it down from the braids I put it in last night and assess the length after combing it out. This helps me avoid long hours of blow drying. With my barrel curling wand I move section by section straightening each piece of hair. This process takes me a while but I take my time, careful not to burn myself. Once I'm finished, I walk out of the bathroom throwing my hair into a bun just to see Prince stirring out of his sleep. He reaches over and nearly jumps when he doesn't feel my body beside his. He sits up, looking around the room before spotting me and offering me a sleepy smile.

"Why're you up so early?"

"I wanted to straighten my hair while it was still cool outside."

"Come back to bed, mama." He pats the empty space beside him and I walk over and have a seat. I carefully wrap my hair in a scarf and lay beside him. "Are you hungry?"

"No." I say wrapping myself in his arms.

"Well, I could eat a whole cow. I'm ordering room service, you want anything?"

"Water, orange juice, and two apples." He reaches over me to grab the phone and I chuckle, ducking underneath the long cord. He orders our breakfast and quickly hangs up. He rests his head on my chest as I resettle into my pillows. He looks up at me dreamily and a smile forms on my face.

"What?"

"Did you know when you first wake up, for the first hour or so, your eyes are almost green?"

"Really?" He says turning so I can see his entire face. I smile again, holding his face in my hands before kissing him.

"Your eyes are so beautiful."

"That means a lot coming from you."

"Why?"

"Your eyes are so special. They're light brown and this amber gold I've never seen before and they change all the time."

"Your eyes change too."

"Oh yea?" He smirks.

"When you're being sincere your green comes out." He thinks for a moment and chuckles.

"I guess that's why my mama always knows when I'm lying." Someone knocks at the door and we both look over at it waiting for more to be said.

"Room service." I move to get up but he puts his hand on my leg and gets up himself. He thanks the woman who gives him the whole cart instead of the tray, given all of our beverages. He thanks her and tips her before coming back to bed with the cart.

"I got us some hot water for tea too. You were coughing a little bit last night. I wasn't sure if your throat was okay and you know how I feel about hotel coffee."

"Thank you." Quietly we eat and just take in the room. The cold air conditioning, the white sheets, the dark carpet, and the peaceful silence of morning. "Would you like some better tea?"

"What do you mean?"

"I stole some tea bags from your pantry before we left." I look at her curiously and cross my arms.

"What'd you grab?"

"Peppermint, cranberry orange, and oolong, I think?" I walk over to my carry on and pull out the crinkled ziplock bag I shoved in at the last minute.