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Chapter 98 - Leaving Heaven

A/N: GP IS BACK! I'm so excited and ready to get back into the swing of things and for you all to enjoy this new chapter that been long awaited for. Thank y'all for sticking with me on this one and for the support. I'd love to read all the comments, tea, messiness, and thoughts you have! This is an emotional chapter, happy reading - Enjoy!

A/N Warning: This chapter contains mature themes.

Sade's POV:

— Detroit

It was Monday, and I was back to regular programming now that I was back from my winter vacation in Aspen. Drew had drove me back to Marshall's house from the airport while he was at work, and I was incredibly tired. I had unpacked as soon as I got home and took a quick shower. After, I had taken what felt like the best nap of my life! I was tired from the combination of jet lag, being high off of life (and probably a little off of the painkillers I was prescribed by the doctor too), and staying up all night long last night. None of us had gotten a wink of sleep before hopping right on a flight. So one could only imagine how fast I closed my eyes as soon as my body hit that soft bed.

All was peaceful, when I felt a presence by me. I assumed it was just me dreaming so I tried to go back to sleep, turning my body to the other side. Only this time, I actually did feel someone, and this someone gave me a gentle peck on the lips merely seconds later. It was Marshall, of course. Aside from the fact that he'd be the only man in the house, I could tell by the beard, the way his lips felt, and his signature cologne that was awakening my senses.

"Come on, let's eat. I'm sure you haven't eaten all day." Marshall said moving the blanket off my body, giving me goosebumps as he urged me to get up.

"All day? it's only like 4." I rubbed my eyes still very tired as I let out a yawn.

"Sweetheart, it's 7:51 at night. I let you sleep in while I cooked dinner." He snickered lightly.

Damn, did I really sleep all day long? I've been here since eleven something this morning so I suppose I did. Gosh.

"Oh, thank you. You didn't have to cook anything. I could've still made something for us." I start to say tiredly as he takes my hand, helping me out of bed.

"Why would I let you do that? Relationships are 50/50, Sae. You know better than anyone that cooking isn't only limited to women. I'm a man, not a child. I can make us dinner. And I wanted to so I did." He raised an eyebrow as he looked at me questionably.

Right. This relationship is 50/50. I'm in a loving relationship now. I'm not forced to do certain things that I don't want to do or that are "expected" of me as a woman. Learning to love Marshall properly is still taking some time. Sometimes I'm still unintentionally stuck in those old or toxic habits, but he always makes an effort to be patient and understanding with me. Regardless, I thought the gesture was very sweet of him. And honestly, him taking care of me was a non-sexual turn on. It made my heart flutter for him more. It made me giddy and warm inside.

"You're right. I'm sorry. I didn't mean for it to come out that way. It's just that sometimes I sti- " I started to ramble, beginning to overthink.

He quickly stopped me, silencing all my insecure thoughts by giving me a kiss on the lips.

"Chill. You don't need to explain yourself to me. I get it. We both have our moments. I definitely know I do. Plus, I took a look at your hand while you were sleeping to see how bad it was. You're in no condition to be doing anything with it right now, Little Miss Don Julio." He joked, making me laugh at the nickname that he seems to be calling me now after the incident.