“Like always this is where we part ways' '. Rosie chimes giving me a hug.The driver is at the front of the shop. Oliver has successfully loaded everything we purchased in the car. He holds the door open for me to enter but I hesitate because I want to see Rosie in a taxi first before I leave. “Bye mama bear”, she yells from inside the yellow taxi. “Text me when you get home”. I yell in return as the taxi zooms off.There is no point waiting anymore, so I climb into the back seat of the, greet the driver and focus my attention on my phone. I've been checking out various baby shoots I carried out in the past.“Oliver please I'll be needing your help to set up the baby's crib”.“Okay ma'am, but ma'am don't you think the boss will be in a better position to do that. I mean… “he stops whatever he was going to say and pairs down at me.“You mean…..” I try to emphasise so he'll finish his statement.“Nothing ma'am”. He turns his attention away from me and looks ahead.“You can say what yo
Gregory brows are scrunched in concentration, he has been able to fix ninety percent of the crib, just a few parts are left. No matter how much he scares me I can't help but admire his features. His dark hair is dishevelled, soft pink lips parted, grey eyes focused on the task at hand. His muscles flex at intervals as he tries to put screws and objects in place.After his outburst neither of us have said anything. There has been no move from me to even breathe loudly. I fear that if I do so he will come for me.“It's all done”. He says rising on his feet and inspecting his work.“Is there anything else you would want to be fixed?”. He finally looks at me. I shake my head.“Words Denise”. He states“No”. My voice is small. He nods his head. “Ouch….” “What is it?”. He is by my side in milliseconds. “The baby kicked”. I say. I've barely got the word out and there is another movement, this one is obvious, you can see the movement through my clothes. I see his eyes go wide. It's a g
The rest of the dinner goes well, Mark tells of his trip, and cracks jokes here and there. Turns out Mark is an easy going person, he has the ability to even ruffle Gregory's feathers without him reacting. He still finds a way to bring me into the conversation too.“It was great catching up with you man, I'm glad to be back in town, it's been a really long while”. “Yeah”. They give themselves a hug and a light pat at the back. It's amazing seeing Gregory with someone he is at ease with, someone he jokes with and not in work mode with. I hope it will be the same at his Dad's place, since the party is meant for family and close friends.Gregory and I walk them to the door. Once they leave I make my way to my room. There's no point staying in the living room. Besides, I am exhausted.*******When Paul Williams told me it was a small party with few family and friends I wasn't expecting this many people. There are more than twenty five people here. The house is huge and bigger than where
“This bitch” Ariella muttered, her eyes still trained at the entrance. Unable to hold my curiosity anymore, my body turns to the direction of her hard glare. I can now finally see who her hatred is directed towards. “Ellie?”. It comes out as a question. “Don't tell me you like that snake?” She questions me as Ellie's name leaves my mouth. “Fortunately NO” I'd rather be friends with a goat than her. Ariella turns her gaze to the side of my face. “I knew we had a connection the moment I saw you”. She chuckles.“What did she do to you that you hate her so much”. I asked Ariella.“Ha!, The question is what did she not do.” I look at her bewildered.“Your brother and cousin seem to be good friends with her.“Yeah, they are too blind when it comes to her, I have tried telling them that she's a snake but no one ever listens to me so I gave up”. I didn't want to leave without finding out what she did to Ariella so I pressed on.“So what did she do”. “I'll just tell you one. When I was
My chest is heaving, I will not cry for this, the solution is to not let him keep me away from my child. If he doesn't want this I won't force it, he lost his memory, fine!, But he won't keep me from my child. I am starting to doubt that he ever truly lost it, maybe all those times he was being nice he was pretending to, and now he is back to his original self. He will not keep my baby from me. The tears threaten to fall but I look up blinking my eyes severally trying to draw them back in. Once I notice my body has relaxed I move to relieve my bladder. I wash my hands and reapply my lip gloss before heading for the door. A piece of paper falls of the door as soon as I open it, curious to as to why someone would stick a piece of paper in-between the door I reach for it. Bending down when one is heavy with pregnancy is a huge task especially for someone who is almost due like me. This evening Carolina was the one who helped me put on my sandals, she has been helping for sometime now.
His eyes light up at my question, even in death you can see how much she was loved by him.“Oh, my dear Gianna! The very love of my life. She was God sent. She had a pure heart, always felt everything intensely. Where do I even start from?”. He sighs.My eyes stay glued to his every move. His eyes show a man that has known love in its purest form as well as sorrow.“Ah..” another deep sigh from him.“I met Gianna when I went on vacation in Italy in my early twenties. It was love at first sight, she didn't see me but I saw her. She was walking around with a man who I later found out was her brother. She was the most beautiful girl I had even laid my eyes on, her chestnut hair was styled in a high ponytail, her skin radiated in the sun and her eyes sparkled with excitement as she spoke to her brother. From the very moment my eyes found her I knew then that I had to make her mine no matter the cost”. As he spoke my eyes were fixed on him with so much concentration. A smile is etched on h
My eyes widen as he tells the story, my ears are itching to hear more, I need to know more.“How did you guys, you know, end up dating if her brother didn't like you”. I gesture my hands. “She called me two days later and invited me over, Crazy isn't it?. I nod my head to his question, intrigued by Gianna’s boldness.“Is she really that bold?” I ask him, he shakes his head signifying that he isn't.“Not really, she's shy but still very vocal, I don't know how to explain it, she's firm when she needs to be but also shy. I hope you understand what I mean?”. He questions and I nod my head vigorously.“Her brother went ballistic when he saw me in their home”. He laughs heartily.“They had a beautiful home, a huge mansion seated on a large expanse of land with greenery. A beautiful garden which she liked to tend to. They hand heavily tattooed men guarding their home. Anyway, when the help ushered me into their home she was coming out with her brother, that was when her brother went ballis
The story that my father in-law told me is still swirling in my mind. To think that the perpetrator might be one of the close family and friends at the party. The person is actively responsible for the death of Gianna and even until now he or she is ready to destroy this family for what they no nothing about. “Denise”. My name being called brings me from my inner thoughts. When I look up, it is Gregory, his face is fixed on those permanent expressionless features. “It's time to go”. He says to me. I don't utter a word to him, I just arrange my purse beside me. He surprisingly offers me his right hand which I take, he uses his left one to guide me up my seat.“ I need to tell the others that I am leaving”, I mutter to him. He gives me a light nod letting go of my hand and my body. I find my way back to my father in-law telling him good bye, I do the same to Isaiah, Mark, Ariella, Rosie. Isaiah has offered to take Rosie home, nice of him. There's not much to speak about between Greg