"Wife?" "Yes." Dela sobs. "I'm so happy..." Lionel beams up into her face. I find it adorable that he doesn't give a fuck about lying on the floor like a slob. All he cares about is making the girl in his life happy. "How about we head upstairs? Zane said we could take his bed. We can talk more
I smile at his words and give them some thought. It's too soon to say if we will end up falling in love and have a happy ending. Love doesn't happen in a day, but that doesn't mean I'm unwilling to try. I want to take a leap. Happiness is finally attainable, and it seems I have no choice but to
Shirley Waking up next to the person you're falling in love with is fantastic. "Zane?" A smile tugs on my lips when the man sleeping next to me doesn't even stir when I say his name. He is gorgeous and lit up by the morning sun, a big man, yet with a feeling of innocence when he sleeps. Carefull
He mutters into my ear. "You're the only person who can get away with calling me an adorable teddy bear... It's not exactly manly..." "Yeah, but..." I let out a low laugh. "I don't think you have to worry about not looking manly." His chest puffs out a little, and there is approval in his eyes. "T
Zane When I waltzed into the kitchen earlier, I had no clue that my fantastic morning was about to head straight into the pits of hell. I'm cooking lunch for Shirley. She fell back asleep after breakfast. And Dela and Lionel aren't here. I mind my own business flipping meat for the mother of my c
I pause in my seat, surprised by her answer. I haven't heard Shirley give me those compliments before, and I'm moved. My heart swells, and my sisters all seem pleased with this answer. Henrietta passes me a smile that can only be translated to "Aww" before she returns to let her eyes roam over Shi
Shirley "I want some of these..." I pick up a package with lemon muffins and throw it into the cart. My stomach rumbles, approving of the cravings already, and Zane laughs at me. "Is the monster satisfied?" I blow a raspberry, and Zane throws his head back, but he doesn't allow himself to give a
"Shirley?" Zane leans forward a little, trying to get a better look at my face. My throat convulses, but I keep my eyes on the items still on the conveyor belt. "I was too slow to pack the items..." Zane comes even closer, obviously able to tell something is the matter. He can probably hear the st