Perfection Doesn't Exist (Under Editing)

Epilogue

{4 years later}

"I'm like thirty minutes away okay?" I told Justin, trying to sooth him.

"Okay, okay. I just wanted to make sure." There was a slight pause and I thought he hung up. "Where are you right now? Like what street?" He questioned me again.

"BABE! Seriously, you're something else. I'm hanging up now!" And with that I clicked the red button before I could hear anymore of his protests.

Justin made it his mission ever since I moved in to make sure I told him where I was going or he would at least call me to check up on me if I had to leave the house early and didn't have the chance to say goodbye.

He lived up to his words he promised me the day he asked me to be his girlfriend, everyday. He did show his love to me whether it would be through sending me roses at work, or times we had to ourselves which led to some bed activities if ya'll catch my drift.

One thing I thought he wouldn't be able to do was do things for me even if we fought previously. But he surprisingly did.

I remember one time I yelled at him for buying an expensive gift for me that cost thousands, instead of using that money to pay off our electric bill. I know he was trying to be nice and romantic, but since we moved out of his old big house, we had to work and pay off our own bills for the new house. We were both so heated from that argument, we needed to be in separate rooms for the whole day. That was until I had to make dinner. I was trying to make a chicken casserole and while chopping the chicken, I remembered we ran out of sour cream. But, since I distracted myself thinking about what else I would need to get from the store, I missed the chicken and cut my finger. I cursed out really loud and that was enough to get Justin running down the stairs to make sure I was okay. He cleaned up my cut--since I was so scared to touch my bloody hand--and bandaged it up. I knew we weren't on the best terms, but I had to ask him if he could buy the more sour cream. He didn't hesitate and told me he'd go. Even when he came back from the store, he bought me chocolates and my favorite face cream he knew I ran out of. Then, when I tried to continue with the dinner, he told me to sit down and to not worry about it. We of course made up, but it was inevitable.

I was beyond blessed to have Justin in my life and I don't know what I'd do without out him. I know one day he'll be a great father.

At times, his overprotectiveness did get out of hand. Like when I had a very important test in my college class early in the morning. Gosh, that day gave me such a headache.

I shut my phone off, obeying the rules we were given. That never stopped Justin from trying to reach me. I was in the middle of solving a problem when my professor called me aside. I was confused and when he gave me a stern, hard look of annoyance and anger mixed together, I knew it was not gonna be good for me. Turns out, Justin called the front office and had them give him my professor's number to get a hold of me. I ranted to Justin how he was going to cost me a grade in this class and hung up on him before he could answer back. When I got home that day, I was met with a 'I'm sorry' banner hanging from the living room and Justin below it with my favorite candy, a gift and a bouquet of flowers. He loved showering me with flowers whenever he could have the chance to and I secretly admired him for it.

But no matter what that man did, I still loved him to death.

Before he started to become the protective boyfriend over the phone, he wanted me to come straight from work to the house. He claimed he missed having some alone time. Which was true, I couldn't argue with it. We had been having Leo and Noura over a couple of times to have double dates or just family time with their kids.

Little Mathew was turning six today. I haven't heard anything from either of his parents after I called to wish him a happy birthday, so I wasn't sure if we'd be celebrating today or on the weekend. And to shift the focus to my little chubster, Cohen, he was growing just as fast as his brother. I hate how time flies by fast.