Chapter Eighteen.

I could finally breathe. Keeping Megan to myself was I was holding myself down and I wouldn't think things through when I was with her.

Would I say I was with Zina now?

There was a lot of chemistry between us. She understood me quite well and I also did understand her. Life was easy with her, but I had to play my cards well. I wanted it all to be an affair, not something that would end up in an altar.

Sometimes I wondered how life would be with Zina. I thought of my home flooded with kids that would run down to me and I'd lift them on my shoulders. I had thought of kids with Zina, children that would have her wonderful eyes and hair.

I'd thought of waiting for her to walk down the aisle in an overflowing dress, smiling so hard at me. I'd wonder how life would be if I had children that I'd dress up for the first day at school and graduation. If I'd have girls that would have boys knocking on my door on the day of prom. I'd imagined life with children that would warm me when I'd be