A Heart's Wonder

Chapter 1

Author's note:
I totally lost hope of the whole 50 reads in one chapter and it was not suspenseful enough so I figured new chapter
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James Montgomery. Tall, wait no, he was, um, a large building but not too large, no, he was just right. He had black locks, when I say black I meant it, like the depth of the night or um, before the beginning of time. Actually there is no color that justifies how dark his hair was. His eyes, oh wow his eyes were the brightest of sapphires around. Nothing could compare to those blues that seemed to draw in a crowd from miles around. His cheekbones cut through anything, just like diamonds. His lips were the palest of pink and fuller than black natural hair. He was broad but seemed to fit in anywhere. His hands were the roughest but his touch gentle. He was James Montgomery.

He wasn't a movie star, no, he was a daycare assistant. He had lived a five and twenty all his life but he wasn't scouted for a modelling agency or anything like that. He was too clumsy, in fact too clumsy for his or anyone else's good. But he was James, so he was forgiven.

Sivoné saw him numerous of times. She had been there repeatedly, always for the same reason. She never noticed him. She had too much to go on that she barely even knew he worked there. But that was going to change, he was going to make sure of that. Through that door, he already knew, the one he was going to spend the rest of life with, he just had to make her see it.

He was working with the kids trying to help them get their toys in the boxes and she flew in like a storm, all elegant and rushed. She blew his breath away but she didn't notice him, no, she looking for her son. He was the cutest little 3 year old boy he had ever seen and he had seen many. He looked exactly like his mother. The red silk like hair that complemented them ever so beautifully. It could make fire look like yellow with its intensity. Those incredible green, no, emerald eyes that shone right down to his very soul. The epitome of beauty stood right in front of him and he had no idea how to get her to see him.

Sivoné was never in tune with her surroundings whenever her son was on her mind or even in the same room, so when the literal embodiment of tall, dark and handsome walked straight up to her with the apple of her eye in tow, she couldn't believe it.

"He started having a tiny attack but I thought that you would want to know. I'm James by the way, it's nice to meet you." The deep baritone left her hanging unto every word he uttered.

"Sivoné Baxter. A pleasure." She looked her baby. "How small was this attack? Did he ask for anything?" She asked directly at the star struck James but her eyes remained on the goal, her son.

"He, um, only asked for you so I figured that I'd call you." He sounded ever so confident but that wasn't the case. He was sweating up a storm under his mask of composure.

"Mama." That single word changed her attitude from extreme worry to a motherly softness. She always did glow when with that child and how jealous he was of that child.

"Hey baby." She carried him in her arms lovingly. "How are you? You okay?" She asked searching him again but this time physically and he nods his head vigorously.

"I just wanted to see Mama, so I told Mister to call you." His green eyes shone with such innocence that it could make a military general go down on his knees to do whatever he needed. She shook her head in slight fondness.

"I'm sorry if Louis bothered you, he just gets a little fidgety when I'm not around. "She says apologetically but to him he felt no need for that. In fact, he was happy because he brought him the chance to talk to the woman who haunted his days and nights.

"It's no problem, I'm just happy to help." Just as he finished, with a hurricane of a movement, in swoops St. Paul, the man of the hour.

"So how is he? He okay?" He asks with fondness of his little godson.