Baby Mama Alone

Kingston's POV

Luisa couldn’t hide her surprised look. She stared wide-eyed taking in everything before she chuckled and started laughing uncontrollably. I was expecting that much, that was why I had never shown anyone my childhood room. She had been so serious and everything about my mother was getting to her. I wanted some difference; I wanted her to laugh and smile like this. When all her thoughts throw to the wind and her head swung back. She was beautiful but looked most beautiful when she was smiling. I gave a tight smile that she could barely see.

“Who the heck paints a boy's room all pink?”

I groaned, “Don’t remind me of the horror I had to live through staring at pink every moment.”

She moved to the bed, “Seriously, who came up with this idea? I think the person derives pleasure in torturing you. If not, why pink of all colours.”

I smiled, looking back at all the tantrums I had committed just to have the room colour changed to navy blue, or gold, all were futile. Yet,