“As if they wouldn’t lie for you.” She stopped in front of her room door, grabbing onto the knob. “I’m tired, Zayd…let’s just continue this conversation tomorrow.” “Let me just…” He sighed. “Alright, I understand, but I haven’t slept for three nights, and tonight will make it four if you’re not nex
“When did you find out?” “Yesterday, Frederick had insisted I went to see the doctor even though it was extremely late. I went and that’s when I found out…” “I’m sorry you had to wait so long for my return…I had to meet somebody.” “Who?” “It’s no one impo~” “And you’re lying to me again…why?”
Zayd spoke to him. Every night before bed, he’d kiss her stomach and whisper a loving good night to his son…and tonight was no different. It was the night of the meet and greet, she was four months pregnant now, only weeks away from giving birth. Zayd had helped her into her dress after rubbing and
Marcia and Nicholas approached the five…they looked stunning together, wearing a beautiful shade of blue. “I knew you guys would be late, but goddess, you could’ve tried being on time.” “We tried…” Dantae groaned. “Where’s Rachel?” Marcia shrugged. “She’s somewhere in the crowd, drinking wine and
“I do mind, but I won’t be able to shun you in front of so many people anyway…so speak…” Delilah looked towards Zayd who had a glass of wine that he’d taken from a passing waitress in hand…and he cleared his throat. “Since you can’t drink alcohol, babe…I’ll see what else they have upstairs in the k
Quinn gripped the wheelchair tighter, pushing it across the pavement. Her hands were shaking, she wanted to cry…she wanted to cry so bad… But she couldn’t cry, despite his condition…he seemed so happy to see her. It was as if he’d been waiting for her return…for so long that he even forgot who she
“I see…” Derrick gestured towards the boy. “Come closer, let me see your face.” Zack looked up at Zayd, as if asking for permission, and Zayd nodded at him, releasing his hand. As soon as he was free, he ran off towards Quinn, stopping beside Tia at the foot of the wheelchair. “It’s your grandpa, Z
“It was Delilah's; your youngest daughter, she lives with her mate now…I’m sure she’s happy wherever she is.” “Delilah…" He sounded out the name slowly, as if it were foreign to him. “I wish I could see her…but as long as she’s happy, I don’t need to worry. But please Quinn, come again…even if it’s