"I think we need to buy me a new wedding ring." I sit up straight on the bed, twisting the ring on my finger."Why? I love that one.""But it's the one Steven handpicked. Wearing it always makes me feel terrible.""If it makes you feel any better," Blake places his laptop aside and hugs me from behind, "I actually am the one that did all that.""What do you mean?" I turn to look at him and he has that smile he always has on whenever he has done something cute but feels stupid for it."I actually am the one that chose the ring and got it designed to be written as that.""Blake if this is your way of-""It's not...okay? Aria which is your name means song or melody in Italian. So, to describe the crazy feelings I had that time without letting you know, I wrote my heart beats to your name. But even if we forget the whole Aria meaning thing, my heart still was beating to your name in general." He looks down on his wedding band and starts playing with it. "Steven asked me why I had done some
I am back to the one place I never wanted to set foot on, The Parkers' mansion. I walk into the house first and stare at everything and just like a film, I see myself five years ago stepping down the stairs with Blake hugging me from behind. My feet lead me to the kitchen were I still see myself baking and Blake still not wanting to let me go. My hand grips on tight to my pyjama shirt as I close my eyes, hoping to forget everything.Turning around I'm faced with Blake, standing not so far from me."We need to talk.""Fine." I drop my luggage on the door and take a sit as Blake switches on the coffee maker."What was that?" He asks calmly but the tight grip on the table is screaming not so calm.My eyes move from his hands to him, "that was me having something special with someone that isn't you. I don't think it's a crime.""It is if you are married.""Technically you and I are married but separated. In fact, I don't even know whether we are truly married or not.""Are you even listen
Ever been disappointed that something didn't happen yet glad that it didn't? It's been more than 4hours and I am still thinking, "why didn't he kiss or touch me?" The first two hours before the 4hours my mind wasn't occupied with Blake because I was having a lovely conversation with Madam Claire but unfortunately she had to leave, one of her son's wife gave birth. But as soon as her and Blake departed the house I kept wondering, isn't he supposed to be executing his seduction plan? So why didn't he use the perfect opportunity to do so?"Mom!" Mirella jumps on me, not only snapping me out of my thoughts but also giving me a mirror."Do I look beautiful?" I ask smiling."Look at yourself." She claps her hands, surely proud of her work."Okay." I take the mirror and oh my I want to laugh at myself.I not only look like a clown but also with a mixture of people of a ghost and a woman that got dumped and hasn't stop crying for a week straight."What do you think?""Uhm, darling you did an u
James 1:19-20 "Know this, my beloved brothers: let every person be quick to hear, slow to speak, slow to anger; for the anger of man does not produce the righteousness of God. We are warned again in James to be slow to anger."Lately I've been very fast to anger. With the whole marriage thing I've found myself neglecting some of the teachings I gathered as a Christian. I always tell myself that I should learn to accept God's will and I don't know if this is His will or not but I've been rejecting it, because of my own reasons. I might be married to Blake but I'm not in love with him and this doesn't mean I have to fall in love with him. It's just a minor setback that will be resolved tomorrow. Closing my bible, I take a deep breath and I do feel like I'm ready to confront Blake. And no, I am not angry...confrontation does not mean quick to anger, or maybe it does but not with me right now.Immediately, the front door opens and I sprint out of my bedroom and into the hallway."Someone
I realised that yesterday I had zero self-control and I am aiming for that never to happen again. It was my second night in that house and that probably aroused some feelings that I could not ignore. It is all in the past and I have every intention of letting it stay there.Now back to the present, it's been thirty minutes since we've arrived into the courtroom and Mr Jeffrey is currently being the one addressed."Are you being honest that Mr and Mrs Parker-," my body instantly cringes at the last name I am now to bear, "did not have any knowledge about your suspension?""Yes, because of my decline in income I decided to receive the money from Mr Parker without him knowing about my suspension.""Alright. Thank you for your honesty Mr Jeffrey but the matter will be further investigated. With that being said Mrs Aria and Mr Blake, you both are still married to one another-"I turn to look at my mother and Bianca, my hands gripping tightly on my chair, their eyes share more than sympathy.
It is finally “family” dinner time and I must say, the silence in the room has formed a huge haze. Bianca and mother keep on looking at one another then me, while the same keeps on happening between Blake and Tom. Father is only looking at Blake with admiration, he is probably thanking God for giving him such a son-in-law. Mirella, Brian and Thompson went to sleep, gracefully- this dinner would not have been to their liking.The air is cleared up by father when he starts speaking, "so, where will the two of you be staying?""Here." "My house." Blake and I say at the same time, respectfully so."I don't think moving is a great idea." My attention moves to Blake."If Mirella will be changing to the new school it's better if we live here." "I disagre-""But Aria, moving here will be a great idea! We miss you at work and you will be very much closest to me, you know how much I need the help." Bianca throws me a pleading look."And you need to start listening to your husband, that way you
It is when sun rays invaded my room and with love, hit my skin that I realised how long I have been stuck staring at the ceiling. Blake's words had kept me awake all night. The words rang in my head from the moment I kissed Mirella goodbye as she left with Bianca and her family. That little girl is too excited about her new school with Thompson that she wanted to leave with them, I obviously could have said no but I trust Bianca and how could I have said no to that cute smile and eyes of hers. Those that remind me of her father. Standing up from my “sleeping” position, my hands run in my hair as once again his words occupy my space. For years I've prayed for such, a man willing to pray with his family. And God gave me that man in Blake but we separated, so it mattered but not as much. And now that we're here again...this is awakening something extremely strong. But I can't fall, I won't let myself.I kneel on the bed and put my hands together for a short personal prayer, " Lord, I tha
>>>>>Since today is going to require a lot of work of moving and packing, I have decided to get into my comfortable floral puff sleeve dress- nothing can beat the comfortability of this...well a lot of things can but for today, nothing can.The house is quiet except for the gardeners outside meaning mother and father aren't up yet and maybe Blake has already left for work. That is not good because I have to get my sign, how will I live happily if I don't know where I stan-"There you are!" Blake sneaks up on me, scaring half the daylight out of me."Would you please announce in a nicer way that you're entering the kitchen?" I pour milk in my cereal."Yeah yeah yeah...so did you have fun? Although I have to admit that I did not expect my first strip tease viewer to leave the call immediately and rudely so." He bites into the apple, his eyes bearing fruit to the mockery in his words."Well, I was not impressed." I open the cutlery cupboard shelve, looking for my favourite spoon."Oh rea