Chapter 1

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Amalah's POV
April 6, 2014

I woke up in the morning, wrapped up in the arms of my man. I sigh contently before breaking free of his grasp. I walked to my bathroom and looked myself over in the mirror. I was looking to see of I looked different. I don't know but I felt different. I felt as though something has changed. It's not a bad change, it's a great one as a matter of fact. I didn't notice much physical change except a subtle glow that my skin seemed to have.

I quickly watched my face and brushed my teeth before climbing back into bed with John. I laid on my side and took the time to admire his features. His deep dark skin that was the same as my own. His short kinky hair and his plump, suckable, kissable lips. His handsome face had a peaceful expression and breathing was smooth and even.

I was able to admire his masculine beauty for a few more moments before he began to stir. I watched as his eyes blinked open and her began to stretch out his arms. "Good morning Babygirl." He said groggily as he turned on his side to face me.

"Morning Bookie." I smiled at him softly.

"Why do you persist on calling me that ridiculous name love?" He groaned.

"I just wanted to give you a nickname."  I pouted playfully. "You call me Babygirl."

"You don't like it when I call you Babygirl?" He asked me with a frown.

"I love it." I admitted to him,  as I moved myself closer to him and he wrapped his arms around me.

"I'm glad that you like it." He mumbled, kissing my hair.

"Thank you for last night by the way." I said softly.

"Shouldn't I be the one saying thank you?" he chuckles with a raised brow.

"I mean if you want to." I shrugged. "But I have to thank you. You've been so patient with me and I know that I don't always make things easy for you."

"You don't have to thank me for the things that I do for you Amalah." He said softly. "I don't them for you to thank me. I do them because I love you and I want to take care of you."

I felt tears prick my eyes at his sweet words. John was so caring and loving towards me sometimes. I don't know what I did to deserve him but whatever it was I'm glad that God brought him to me. "You wanna know something?" I asked as I moved back a little something that I could him in the eye.

"What?" he asked, moving his thumb in a circle on the small of my back.

"You're the first man to ever just love me. You don't try to control me when I do something you don't like and you don't judge me when I'm wrong." I say as I caress the side of his face. "I've never felt this before. Know has ever made me feel so safe and secure."

"I'm glad that I can make you feel that way Babygirl. And I thank you for taking care of me too." He mumbled

"I don't do as much as you do for me." I countered.

"Yes you do. You cook for me all the time. You support my dreams. And you give me this kind of love that's unconditional. You don't leave when times get hard and I love you for it." He explained, bringing me closer to him. "Most girls don't like to put up with my schedule and I'm glad I found you."

"It's not hard to love you." I confessed, "And my schedule is just as busy as yours is."

"And speaking of that..." He trailed off. "How did the meeting go with Chris and everything?"

"He got me a meeting with Kendrick and Top Dawg.." I informed, leaving the sentence opened.

"And..." He encouraged.

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