Paris

Ch 21 - Inheritance

I can't believe God looked at me and thought I deserved my husband.

He was sitting across from me, glasses focused on the screen in front of him. At any other time, I probably would've been turned on at the sight, but not in that moment. In that moment, all I could think about was how blessed I am to have him.

He officially understands me better than anyone else.

It was through his reaction to everything that we'd found out, that I realized that I'd changed as a person. I'd like to think that I've grown since he's been in my life, and it brought me a sense of peace knowing that he did that for me.

When we got back from having dinner with my dad, I didn't want to talk about anything. I just wanted my space to process, and he let me have it. When I told him that I wanted to leave for New York, he arranged things in a heartbeat.

Thinking about it, had I been with Fifi when I found out that my parents are having problems, she would've probably wanted me to talk about things. I know my best friend like the back of my hand, and how Cuba handled everything is the very opposite of how she would've handled it.

But that's also when I realized the change in me.

Had I been the old me, I would've let Fifi get me to talk and I would've made an unnecessary scene. I would've already called my mother and demanded that she explain to me why she's treating my father in the way that she is.

I wouldn't have handled this like an adult.

The irony of the situation didn't miss me either. My mother insists that my being with Cuba and us having a baby is something that I'm not ready for because I'm immature, and yet this wonderful man has come into my life and made me better on all fronts.

The beauty of it all is that I'm convinced that things would've turned out this way, even without Nemo in the picture. I'd like to believe that in life, you meet people who come into your life and change it for the better. They just get you, and they bring out the best in you.

They make you hopeful about the future – about the prospect of things in your world being right.

And my husband came into my world and did just that for me.

Watching him do what I know he doesn't exactly like doing, but does so well, I could only smile to myself. He's been so convinced that there's nothing that he's brought to our marriage that matches all I've done for him, but my happiness says otherwise.

He is my safe haven.

He spent the whole flight back working, and when I wasn't asleep, I was either watching him or reading a book. I never thought I could enjoy silence while being with someone, but I found that with my husband, I did.

We landed at eleven in the evening and there was already a car waiting to take us home. I sometimes forget how wealthy we are, which is ironic given I'd just stepped off of a private jet. The drive home was as silent as our flight as I nestled into his side.

I didn't know what to expect once we got home, but I was glad to find that there wasn't any noise or drama. I could hear the clicking of a keyboard coming from the lounge, and I was surprised to find my brother sitting there, visibly working.

"I'll be upstairs," my husband told me, kissing my forehead and simultaneously bringing JR's attention to us.

"Where have you been?" my brother asked as soon as Cuba was out of sight.

I sighed, sitting with him. "Went to see dad."

"So, what? You've gone to get him on your side?" he spat.