Amahle and Jey thought they had overcome the worst of their challenges of their relationship. Their love, forged in the fires of adversity, seemed unbreakable.
But, as they settle on their new paths they both try to tackle, unforeseen obstacles beg...
Like I been saying for the past 2 chapters... Get ya tissues ready🥹
First comes love... Then comes marriage... Then comes...?👀🥹
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AMAHLE|
It's crazy how fast a week can fly by when you're living in paradise with the love of your life. Our honeymoon in Samoa had been everything we'd dreamed of and more. From the moment we landed, we were swallowed whole by the beauty of the island—lush, green hills, crystal-clear waters, and the kind of quiet you could only find in a place so pure, so untouched by the chaos of the world.
We snorkeled in the sea, exploring vibrant coral reefs and swimming alongside the most colorful fish I'd ever seen. The ocean felt like another world, as if it was keeping secrets of its own, just waiting to be discovered. But the best part? The endless days spent with Jey—his hand in mine, his smile lighting up every moment. And, of course, the way we explored every inch of each other in the privacy of our bungalow. Every touch, every kiss, every whispered word felt like a new chapter in a book I never wanted to put down.
We made love in ways that left me breathless, on every surface imaginable—bed, balcony, bathroom, hell, even in the sand. It was like we couldn't get enough of each other.
The man had me in positions, I never knew I could be in.
The connection between us deepened with every passing hour. I didn't think it was possible to love someone more, but somehow, I did.
As we settled back into reality, Jey couldn't help but tease me, his eyes glinting with that mischievous spark that always made my heart race.
We were on the plane back home, settled into our seats, the hum of the engines surrounding us. Jey leaned over, his lips brushing my ear as he whispered, "You good, Mrs. Fatu?"
"Mm-hmm," I replied, leaning into him, resting my head on his shoulder. "I'm perfect."
He chuckled, low and deep. "You sure? You look like you wanna stay in Samoa forever."
"Who wouldn't? That was pure paradise," I teased, but then I glanced at him, the excitement still lingering. "You think we'll ever come back here?"
He squeezed my hand gently. "We'll come back. We'll make it happen. And next time, we'll bring the boys... and maybe a little one with us."
I looked at him, raising an eyebrow. His eyes darkened, and he smirked. "Trust me, I ain't miss, ma. Not one bit." His words sent a chill down my spine.
