KEIRA. “Really? Baby?” I joked..George sat down on the table with a cheeky grin. “Hey, I'm old enough to be your father…” He murmured jokingly.I nodded with a sense of humour, my fingers cradling my jaw. “Then Daddy?” I teased and he twitched his lips. “Not bad, but that should be in the bedroom alone. People would think I'm really your father” He muttered with a hint of sarcasm and I laughed. “You should eat,Bambi… you rejected me because you wanted to eat..” He reminded me, using his cutlery to pass boiled eggs to my plate. I sighed in satisfaction and picked my cutlery. “You should eat a lot of proteins, carbohydrates and fruits” He said and I observed him as he lifted the platter of rice, dishing a certain portion into my plate. He didn't stop, he added sauce, meatballs and slices of banana. “Eat a lot, you need a lot of strength for later.” He winked after he was done and I creased my brows when the meaning struck me. “You are such a flirt…” I muttered and he chuckled sl
KEIRA. My laughter erupted over the space while I was seated on George's legs with my hands circled around his neck after our morning quickie. We were having breakfast in the most romantic way one could think of. I would feed George a piece of waffle, watching as his lips closed around it, his eyes never leaving mine. Then, I would take a bite from the same slice, our lips inches apart, the sweetness of the waffle mingling with the warmth of our breath. With each delicate bite, our mouths would draw closer, until finally, our lips would meet in a soft, sweet kiss, the waffle's sweetness dissolving into our mouths. That was how we ate our breakfast. The last kiss made me erupt into a non-stop laughter. “Seems you don't want to leave my lips Bambi..” He teased, staring at me and caressing my hair. “No….” I admitted, taking another waffle and repeating the same process. This kiss was longer and more demanding. George and I might end up having another sex. When I pulled away, pant
KEIRA. “Girl, you are so naughty!” Elena snorted a laugh and cleared her throat when she saw people's awkward gazes in her direction. I was telling her everything that had happened with me and George. It wasn't her shift at the coffee shop yet so we had to catch up for some days we didn't see each other.“You must be enjoying yourself.” Elena flashed me a naughty expression. I smiled mischievously and sipped my coffee. “I know right? I'm so happy. My heart thrills everytime I think about him. I haven't felt like this in a while.” I expressed and I sensed the genuine smile in Elena's countenance. “Girl, I'm so happy for you. Don't think much about what happens later. I know you are already thinking about it, "she remarked. Elena knows me too well. “Just enjoy the present. Sometimes people come and go, it is not destined for some people to get abandoned. Just be happy. I'm not praying he leaves you but you shouldn't overthink it” Elena gave her advice, knowing I would already be h
KEIRA..Almost two weeks had passed since George and I started dating since it's Friday to New week already. The interior designing work has been finalized too. Some days I stayed in the penthouse alone, some days I went to visit Elena at the coffee shop. I really didn't have much to do. I only saw George in the morning and at night. We hadn't gone to a proper date after that one at the rooftop. Although I think George might have been busy with work. But the few times I spend with him in the penthouse, I always make the most out of it. The date for Sebastian's birthday and welcome party came and I knew George was going to be sending me a dress since it was a night party. I asked Elena to come over at the penthouse, perhaps I could lend her one of my dresses. She loved parties, there was no way she would decline. “Wow! This penthouse is amazing! Girl you are living in serious luxury!” Elena gasped and I chuckled. It was 7:00 and the party was starting by 9:00pm. Joe was going to b
KEIRA. I was breathless from my rapid pace, my heart still racing from the thoughts that overwhelmed me. Just as I thought I'd found a moment's peace, a sudden tap on my shoulder made me jump. I spun around,my tension eased slightly when I saw George's concerned face."Hey, are you alright?" he asked, his eyes scanning the surrounding area. "I saw you rushing out of the hall and thought something might be wrong. Did you see someone?"George's gentle tone and genuine concern helped calm my frazzled nerves, and I felt a sense of relief wash over me. “I didn't… it was an illusion” I told him. “An illusion?” He repeated, seemingly concerned. “It's nothing, let's go back to the hall” I tried to shove it off, I would seem like a mad person. I can't even say if it was truly my mother I had seen or a mere hallucination. George stood speechless, staring at me weirdly like he didn't believe me. “Let's go” I linked arms with him, trying to be more spirited. “Trust me it is nothing, I didn
KEIRA. George grabbed my hands and beamed at me. “I'm glad you are happy. I wanted you to be” We turned comfortably to face each other even as we were laying on the playground floor. With the passion in our eyes, George removed the ear muffs and tucked my hair behind my ears. “I will continue making you happy..” He assured me and my grin grew wider. “Thank you…” I said, clutching his hands more tightly as I watched his features that made me fall over and over again. His chiseled jaw and thin lips, those pointed nose and his eyes, everything was to die for. He heaved a sigh and stood up, stretching his hands for me to take them. “Let's go ….” I reached out my hands and he dragged me up. We held hands before walking out of the playground. George drove to Brooklyn bridge and while holding hands, we were strolling down the bridge. “What else did you really miss out during your childhood, what else made you so sad?” He asked. I forced an awkward smile, I hated talking about it,but
KEIRA. George had gone to work after that little mischievous act in the pool. We had breakfast but he ordered them and he also made that bitter herbal tea or Juice. I don't know why I'm taking something so bitter but he says it's for my health and I believe him. These days I don't feel any symptoms of brain tumor or was it because of herbal tea? Or I'm busy being too excited in my relationship with George?I had entirely forgotten about my medication, I had barely taken them. Maybe I needed to go back to the hospital. Who knows, maybe a miracle has happened, maybe George was truly my miracle. I booked an appointment with the Doctor who diagnosed me with a brain tumor. I needed to know if it was normal not to have the symptoms despite not taking medications. The next day after George left for work, I asked Joe to take me to the hospital but pleaded with him to keep it a secret. ~“I apologize for ignorance, Miss Keira but you are still in the first stage of brain tumour and there is
KEIRA My whole body froze, unable to move watching my mother after all these years, I couldn't say anything, I couldn't move. Time seemed to stop for a while..I was struggling so hard to keep it together. Why was she here? So my instincts were right, it was her that day. But why? Why after all these years? My body quivered and tears began forming around my eyes. My hands went over to clutch my skirts tightly. I was staring at her after all these years, abandoning me to look after myself after I turned Eleven. The scars, the trauma I went through because of her, they all came haunting me. I didn't want to cry or seem weak in front of her. I didn't want to show her how much this affected me, but it is getting harder keeping it together. I can't say for sure why she was here and what she was doing with George but her eyes lacked warmth, it lacked remorse. Her eyes were rather cold and glaring. She fluttered her eyes up and down like I was a piece of trash to be disposed. Everywhere w