A/N: This chapter contains themes of intimacy.
Sadé's POV:
— Sunday, October 16th, Detroit
I had been woken up by my alarm in Marshall's bed minus the Marshall; I was alone. I checked the time on my phone to see that it's was six in the morning. It the sun was barely coming up since it was now fall. I had no clue where Marshall was at, at the moment, but since it was a Sunday I knew he was somewhere in the large house.
I had a long day ahead of me today since I had to get my hair done and go do my routine self care/maintenance appointments; I had started to find people in Detroit who were able to do hair, nails, waxes, etc for whenever I was out here and not home since I still wanted to keep my appearance up. It just made more sense considering I'd start visiting here more often.
Additionally, I had to run errands for Marshall's birthday gift, and get groceries for dinner, but most importantly, I was going to be meeting the rest of Marshall's daughters today. I was excited yet nervous.
After a while of laying in bed, I got up and went to the bathroom to get my morning routine started. Once I was done, I had began to get dressed. I had already applied some light natural makeup and was going to get my hair done so I didn't bother in that category - just let my hair hang loose. And since I was going to be a little busy this morning getting things prepped to keep my appearance up, and to get dinner ready for Marshall and his girls I decided to dress casual. I still kept it cute though! I wore some distressed blue mom jeans,a white hip hop shirt, and some Gucci shoes with my bracelets. I had grabbed a white sweatshirt that I would be wearing since it was cold out.
Once I was all done with that, I left the bedroom to go find Marshall and see what he was up to so early in the morning on his day off. I made my way through the rooms in the house until I found him in the home gym, working out. He had his headphones on so he didn't hear me walk in, and didn't see me because he was too busy exercising. I can't lie, he looked good. Real good. He was wearing some black joggers, and a black t-shirt. His skin was glistening with sweat, and he was breathing heavily.
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