24 year old Kendia Brown's life has always been great, even through the miniature of bad times she's stumbled upon, still and hardly ever she complains. Who would when life's mostly great?
Being a mother of a 7 year old Liam Davis Jr. Kendia has he...
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"You're here," said Andrew in surprise upon answering the front door.
"Yeah. Can I come in?"
"Of course," he said as he stepped aside and once I was in he closed the door behind me and said to me, "Are you okay?"
"I'm okay," I told him. "Where's the kids?"
"They're sleeping."
"Where's Mrs. Sims?"
Ushering me by the small of my back into the living room, he said to me, "I relieved her early. I just wanted me and the kids in the house today. I also got Trevinique with me. She's upstairs sleeping. We all had an eventful day. I was hoping you were going to come by here earlier after I left Terry's place but you didn't. It's okay though because you're here now and I figured since you are that you've made up your mind. Yeah?"
"Yes," I nodded with a small smile.
Andrew pecked my lips and said, "you made a good choice. I'm a changed man now and I assure you greatly that I won't let you down. You won't ever regret this decision," he said while his arms were wrapped tightly around my waist.
Mentally, I was rolling the hell out of my eyes. I swear that I want to believe him and I should believe him especially since I'm marrying the man, but instead there's still major doubt.
Nevertheless, love is patient. Love is kind. And finally, love hopes. I sure do hope that I won't regret this. I'll probably beat myself up about it for the rest of my life if Andrew somehow makes me do so, because Marcello is a good man and I gave him up just for Drew. I hope he appreciates this.
"Same room as last time," he questioned once we untangled ourselves.
"Sure. Why not," I replied, and we walked hand in hand to his room. The first thing I noticed even before the lights came on was that the color of the room had changed. So I said to him, "You changed the color of the room."
"Yeah," he smiled, showing off those beautiful teeth of his. They really match his facial features well. God really took his time on him and He did the same on our kids because they are adorable. Nonetheless, Andrew questioned, “You don't like it.”
"Yeah. White is nice, but why?"
"Because you said that you don't like the black look so I had it changed."
"Just for me?"
"Yes, just for you," Andrew grinned as he stepped up to me, placing a kiss on my forehead and by surprise told me goodnight. I thought he was going to make an advancement, but maybe the whole hickey situation was still weighing in on his mind. And that's a good thing I guess. At least I wouldn't have to tell him no tonight because that would've been another argument over what Marcello and I did some weeks ago. I just know it.
The following morning. 6:35 am to be exact. I was lying down in bed and so many thoughts were running to and fro in my mind. I honestly felt like escaping so I decided to take a healthy approach instead of a permanent one if you know what I mean.
