Mag-log inNaomi The next day, Micah and I went to his parents’ house. I had hoped, maybe prayed, that things would change. Maybe his mother would finally accept me, even though I was divorced. But deep down, I knew it wouldn’t be easy.We walked into their home, and as usual, his mother was already there, sitting in the living room, her eyes had a dark glint in them, and were filled with judgement. His father was sitting next to her, a much softer man, but I could tell the tension in the room. His mother had her arms crossed tightly over her chest.I knew what was coming. Micah sat down beside me, and I tried to breathe through the nerves. "We need to talk," he said, his voice calm but serious.His mother raised an eyebrow, but she didn’t say anything. Micah looked at her directly. "Mom, I love Naomi. We’ve been through so much together, and I’m asking for your support."His mother’s eyes flicked to me for a moment before she turned back to Micah. "I don’t approve, Naomi is divorced, Micah. Sh
Naomi The next few days went by quickly. Micah and I barely even spoke, we were both so lost in our thoughts. I could tell Micah was trying hard not to let his guard down. He'd been through alot, likewise me, but now, we both knew Dawson wasn't just going to walk away, especially without a fight and we were ready to fight, or were we? I couldn't help the doubts that creeped in, each time I thought of this subject. Dawson was dangerous, sure, but he was also deadly, especially when he had everything all planned out, plus he had kidnapped me once, he could surely do it a second time."Are you okay?" Micah asked softly, as he came up behind me, his arms wrapped firmly around my waist. I shivered, feeling that instant electric current I always felt each time he touched me."I don't know, really." I said, after a minute of silence. "Dawson's dangerous, what if he tries something crazy." I mumbled, now turning to face Micah. His eyes were filled with so much warmth and love, as he pulled m
The days felt like they were dragging on. I could see how much stress Micah was under, and honestly, it was starting to wear me down, too. The constant worry, the fear of losing everything, I could feel it all building up, but we still had to keep fighting.It was late one evening when my phone rang. I was sitting on the couch, next to Micah, both of us lost in our own thoughts. We had just finished talking to the lawyer again, and things were looking even worse than before. The weight of everything seemed too heavy to carry.I picked up the phone without even checking the caller ID. It was a habit, but when I heard the voice on the other end, I smiled a little."Naomi? It’s Rose!" her voice was cheerful, but I could tell something was off. There was a slight edge to it, like she knew something was wrong."Hey, Rose! How are you?" I asked, trying to sound normal."I’m good, just checking in on you guys," she said, her tone shifting as she spoke. "I haven’t heard from you in a few days
The days after the call from Micah’s lawyer felt like a blur. Everything was moving so fast, and it seemed like there was no turning back for Dawson now. I could see the weight of the world on Micah’s shoulders, but I knew we couldn’t give up. We couldn’t let him lose everything.Micah and I spent hours going through legal papers, trying to find some way to stop Dawson from taking control. Every time I glanced at Micah, I could see the tiredness in his eyes. I hated seeing him like this, but I knew we had to keep going."You’re doing everything you can," I said, trying to reassure him. I could see how much it hurt him to see everything he had worked for slipping away.Micah didn’t look up. He was staring at the papers, his mind clearly somewhere else."I don’t know how much longer I can keep fighting him, Naomi. Dawson has connections everywhere, I don’t have the power to stop him.""Don’t say that," I said, walking over to him. "You’re stronger than you think, we just need to keep pus
NaomiThe next few days felt like everything was falling apart. Micah was still trying to figure out a way to stop his mom, but it wasn’t easy, Dawson was still pushing me to end things with Micah, and he was getting closer to taking control of everything Micah had worked for. We were sitting in the kitchen one evening, Micah looking over some documents from his lawyer. I was making us both some tea, trying to find a way to calm the tension between us. The weight of everything was pressing down on us both, and it wasn’t going to get better anytime soon."How’s the lawyer?" I asked, breaking the silence.Micah looked up at me, rubbing his temples. "Not good. Dawson’s got more power than we thought. If he pushes any harder, I might lose everything."I stopped what I was doing and walked over to him. I could see how much it was affecting him. I hated seeing him like this, especially because of me. "Micah, don’t blame yourself. We’ll figure this out together."He looked at me, his eyes f
Micah’s mom stood at the door, her face as stern as I had ever seen it. I wasn’t sure what was happening, but I knew it wasn’t going to be good. Micah’s jaw clenched, his hands forming fists at his sides."Mom, what are you doing here?" Micah asked, trying to keep his voice calm, but there was an edge to it."I came to talk," she said, stepping inside without waiting for an invitation. "I’m not leaving until you listen to me."I stayed where I was, unsure of what to do. I had seen how his mother acted before, but this time, there was something different in her eyes. "Naomi," she said, turning to me. "You need to leave Micah, you’re not good for him, you’re just a distraction, and he has too much at stake to be with a woman like you."Her words sank in, and for a second it was hard to even breathe. But before I could say anything, Micah stepped in front of me."Mom, stop," he said, his voice firm. "You’re not going to tell me who I can be with. I love Naomi, and I’m not giving up on h







