Precious

Chapter 4

****THIS CHAPTER IS UNEDITED. SORRY FOR ANY TYPOS. I WILL FIX THEM WHEN I GET BACK FROM DISNEY.******

As I tucked in Cierra, she was sound asleep. I always take advantage of these moments. I love to just stare at her golden locks and her smooth skin. I couldn't of asked God for a better miracle. She looked so precious.

I checked my watch as it read seven forty five. Sh*t. Casey's coming in fifteen minutes. Good thing I already made dinner.

I went in my closet to look for something to wear. I didn't want to seem like I still wanted him. But I also wanted to show him what he's missing out on.

I finally picked out a white cashmere sweater with dark jeans. And might I say, I looked damn good in those jeans. As I was re-curling my hair and putting the finishing touches on my makeup, I heard the doorbell ring.

I ran down the stairs while trying to fix my outfit to make sure I looked good. I don't know why I'm putting so much time and effort into this dinner. I'm supposed to be mad at Casey, not trying to impress him. If anything, he should be the one trying to impress me.

I opened the door nonchalantly, but to be honest, I was extremely nervous to see Casey.

When I opened the door, there he was. Tall, dark haired man standing in the door frame holding flowers. He didn't even change a bit.

"These are for you, you look great Jessabelle." he smirked as he handed me my favorite flowers. Lilies. He remembered.

"I thought I told you to stop calling me that." Even though it was good to see him, I really hated when he called me that.

"Why don't you come inside. Dinner is on the counter. I don't think I need to tell you were that is since you already welcomed yourself into my home already" i said, realizing why he was here in the first place.

"I meant to tell you before, you have a beautiful house. It's huge. How can you afford all of this?" he asked nosily

"I believe that's none of your business. I have a job that takes care of my family."

Then I realized I might be going a little too far with the tough girl act. I think I was being a little too mean.

"Look, im sorry im just very stressed today. Let me fix your plate for you while you sit down." I offered.

"So why are you so stressed lately?" he asked

"Well, you called out of the blue last night and I just had so much emotion built up over the past four years that it just kind of all came out at once."

"Ha, yeah I could tell." he joked.

I put his plate in front of him and I put my plate where I would be sitting.

"Thanks this looks amazing" he said

"Youre welcome" I said as I sat down.

"Anyways, I went to work today, Oh im a interior designer. And apparently I was taking too long on one of my projects and my boss took me off of the design crew. Then I got the call from the police that my house got broken into. Kind of a stressful day." I said

"Wow, yeah im sorry for being most of the cause behind that. Im really glad were finally sitting down and talking face to face. I have alot of explaining to do." he said

"Well im all ears" I said nervously.

He put his fork down. Cleared his throat and began to talk.

"When i first met you in that coffeshop, when you spilled your frappe all over the place, i couldnt stop staring at you. You were, and still are, so beautiful. Then we went a couple of times and then on our last date you hit me with the pregnancy thing."