Hijacked.

Light at the end of the tunnel.

Annie's POV..

May 22nd: Four years since the doctor had announced the chemotherapy was successful and got rid of my cancer. Four years Dylan and I had spent in university. I studied Fashion design & management while Dylan studied Engineering. And two years later my little bundle of joy sat in my arms as her father watched on. He had been in the room throughout and I was impressed because he didn't pass out-at least not more than once.

"Ow!" I sat up straight in my bed and Dylan woke up immediately.

"Are you okay? Is the baby coming?"

"I don't know. I guess it's nothing, I'll let you know if anything else happens." I replied.

Another contraction woke me up and before I knew it Dylan and I were in the hospital and I was kind of the ogre in the hospital bed groaning in pain.

"Oh my gosh! Babe, breath! Calm down. Okay?" He said holding my hand as the contractions were getting closer.The nurse had asked me to push the next time I got one.

"Don't. Tell. Me. To. Calm. Down. I am calm!" I shouted in between all my screaming.And one hour later we had this beautiful princess sitting in my arms.

I could see the sparkle in Dylan's eyes as he held her for the first time. Her cute,little features captivated him and held his eyes longer than I can explain.

She had his coarse, curly hair and his smile but my nose and my eyes. I watcher her a she sat content in her Chanel blanket. We had named her Oluwatise, which means 'God has done it' because he really did it for us when we were going through such difficult times in our lives. I couldn't wait for Oluwatise to come and join me at Haute Koutourá and make it flourish even more seeing as it was the number one fashion house in the country.

The H.H.H (Healing Hurt Hearts) collections had been making a massive buzz all over America and the therapy centre we had set up to help teenagers who needed physcological help was making and impact in L.A. Top designers like Chanel, Alexander Wang and Derek Lam who had collaborated with us kept pulling in help and donations for the Healing Centre and our girls and boys were fulfilling dreams they never thought they could achieve. Most of all new people were being introduced to Christ and the good news of the gospel.

Six years ago I never saw myself winning the battle I fought with cancer. I never thought I could bring myself to fall in love with Dylan all over again, but it happened. Love is something which can't be held back, it's an unstoppable force. It's what kept Christ from looking at our sins and abandoning us and it is what kept me from looking at Dylan's sins and abandoning him. I couldn't see myself running back to church, running back to God, but it happened because of the love Christ instilled in me for Him.

I eventually realized that Jeremiah 29:11 was the anchor for my life. For my motives and the reason I had to aspire to greatness and let go of everything that could have held me back.

Amongst these was Camilla, Brit's child, who we eventually took in. At first Brit wanted nothing to do with his child after Dylan told her he couldn't be with her and Dylan had convinced Brit to keep their baby instead of having an abortion. But she received Jesus and everything started to go good for her and she stuck to the concensus we had reached: we would take the baby in.

Dylan had brought a precious little girl who was sound asleep over to my house that wonderful Christmas night. She had blonde hair, green eyes and fair skin. He moved towards me a bit apprehensively but I assured him all was fine.

"She is so beautiful," I whispered as I stared at her sleeping in his arms.

"I know," he said beaming.

"Welcome to the family, young one." I smiled.

Dylan had proposed to me some weeks ago in Nigeria and so I was comfortable with calling this unit family because we were almost one.

"Welcome," he whispered.

The second of August of our fifth year as a couple we had our beach wedding! Dylan and I got married when we had checked off every single number on our bucket list.

50. Have a fabulous celebration in Seychelles.

As we stood in the sun's warmth staring into each other's eyes I was happy we had stuck it out. Memories from New York, Nigeria, Ghana and all the other countries we had visited played back in my mind. All his sweet gestures, all the fun and crazy things we did. All the times we helped someone accept Christ into their lives. And it made me tear up. I caught Cookie's eyes and she winked at me. Kyle, her husband, was seated right next to her and they looked so in love with each other.

Camilla was our little bride's maid and she had on a cute, little, Givenchy tulle dress which matched mine. Dylan was clad in his Balenciaga suit and looked as handsome as I thought he looked the first day we eventually became boyfriend and girlfriend. We both had tears in our eyes and he kept reminding me of how beautiful I was.

Having Dylan's lips on mine for the first time, in that perfect moment was something I would never forget. It sealed all the hope, dreams and aspirations I had for the future.

"Jeremiah 29:11. I know what I'm doing. I have it all planned out-plans to take care of you, not to abandon you, plans to give you the future you hope for," Dylan said after I realized I had cancer.

"I don't...." I said before breaking down in tears.

"It's okay. You don't have to understand right now."

Now I understand.

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