Deep rooted beliefs

In the gentle evening breeze, Micheal watched as Yvonne stepped back onto the terrace after leaving to check on the children, as the sky now glowed with the last hints of sunset. As Yvonne moved to settle back into her seat next to him, Micheal caught her hand and, with a soft smile, gestured for her to sit between his legs on the lounger.

Yvonne hesitated for a moment, her cheeks flushing slightly, but she slowly eased herself between his legs, leaning back as his arms wrapped around her waist. The warmth of his embrace melted away any tension she had been holding, and she let out a quiet sigh of contentment. Nestled against his chest, Yvonne felt the steady beat of his heart, a comforting rhythm that seemed to calm her own.

They had discussed a lot of things and that included Yvonne hoping to know more about Micheal's childhood with a mother like Aurora.

Micheal had been fully open with her just like he promised. His mother wasn't a bad woman. She was just misguided since her early