"I wanted to tell you about so many things," she looked at him in the eyes, "my pregnancy and..." She trailed. It wasn't as easy as she thought to spill over the fact that she was an explanation of adultery. "and how we could make us work, plans for the baby, and stuff like that." "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry I didn't give you a listening ear and I promise to do so henceforth, I swear, Lou." He overflowed sincerity. She said nothing but looked away. A cool gust of evening wind blew past her, inducing strands of red hair to slide across her face and a slight shudder. "Let me take you home," Mason noticed. Louisa didn't negate. On their way to the car, he plucked off his suit jacket and warmed her up with it instantly feeling envious for the fabric. "Thank you." Their smooth journey came to an end when Mason walked her in front of her door where she thanked him again and reminded him that he didn't have to bother seeing her through thus far. "I'm not complaining. Besides, I want to ma
"Ouuuuuu, girl, you radiate so much glow that I can't seem to pause my gaze on you. Come on sit down and fill my ears with every detail. No omission." Zaphrina uttered. Louisa smiled, "where's Marley?" "Fear not, he's gone to work. The kids are in school so it's just the two of us plus the sleep drunk Beth in the next room," She wriggled her brows with a smirk. "Fine," Louisa sat down, "yesterday was...magical." She said, daydreaming for a short time. "That look. Y'all got wrapped up in sheets, isn't it?" Louisa blushed, "I knew it!" Zaphrina triumphantly punched the air. "I got to be a prophetess, don't you think?" Louisa sighed, "right, but you see, I kicked him out this morning," she gritted her teeth. "Come again, hun. Why?" "I...I don't know." "You do, Lulu. Come on, say it," Zaphrina reassuringly nodded. "I'm scared of getting attached. I'm still skeptical about him, Zaphrina also, When I woke up this morning, I...I thought he...no, I took him for one of those men, and
It's been three days since his last verbal encounter with Louisa. He occasionally saw her when she came to pick Gianna up but wouldn't say a word, not because he hadn't something to say but because he thought it would be wise to give her space. Give them space. She clearly needed it but he didn't. He had had enough over the years. He'd escorted his mum back home from the supermarket after spending little time with his daughter and waving her goodbye. "What's up with your baby mama? She looks bitter these days or is that her real self?" Ruth said as she pulled out some bread. "She isn't usually so," his stare fixed on nothing in particular, "someone inflicted it. A really bad person turned her into what she is today and only that person can stitch her back to normal." "Oh, gracious!" She paused from what she was doing, "who could be this bad? Because one thing's for sure about you men is your self-esteem and egoism. You see, most of you revolve your world around women, use one after
Louisa's door burst open unearthing a ferociousness that stirred up one in her. Hadn't she been clear? Nerry rushed behind the ominous-looking man looking startled, "I'm sorry, ma'am', I told him you weren't in the office but he forced himself in within a blink. Should I call security?" "No need. Leave." The door shut leaving two opposite genders in a lightning bolt eyeball tournament. It was her against Mason. Louisa had made it to work as fresh and satisfied as ever where she spotted her assistant searching in the paper bin. 'Looking for something?' She'd alerted her presence causing Nerry to straighten up immediately. 'Nothing of importance, Ma'am.' 'Okay. Leave no room for visits or appointments today. I emphasize visits and Mr. Donovan in particular. Come up with a reasonable excuse.' 'Yes, ma'am.' "Good Morning, Mr. Dono--" she began in her usual professional tone. "To hell with that!" He detestabl
"It's not Jameson," she weakly uttered. "Then who is it? I know he's the only per--" Louisa's head lowered, "What I meant was his name is not Jameson. It's Mason." She corrected for the umpteenth time in years. "He's Gianna's father and he's back in the country." There was a hum from Marley, "Where's he been all this while?" "Australia," she muttered, "For further studies." She added as if it would hush her brother's rage towards him, that he didn't deliberately run away from his responsibilities. "Did he know you were with child?" His unusually cold voice froze her mouth for a split second. "He didn't." "Are you defending him?" "I'm not. He didn't know I was with child, for real, even though I was about telling him the day...the day I ran away from home but--" "But he didn't give you a listening ear," He sternly completed. "So he's back and wants to claim his rights as Gianna's dad, right?" Louisa bobbe
"Come on Zaph, we want to hear you call the digits," Carmen shouted amid the crowd. "I am plus one today," Zaphrina sang in response earning ungraspable grumbles from a crowd of eighteen people. But despite all that, she still managed to terminate vocalizing with a big smile, "I am plus one today friends, I am plus one today." "Many more years to you, darling," Marley solely added after the populace had finished singing with a parcel in hand. "For you my love." "Oh good God, father of Jesus, son of Mary conceived by the Holy Spirit," she recited while unwrapping the square parcel and gasped at it's disclosure, "this is...breathtakingly gorgeous, babe!" She kissed him. "I know how much you've yearned for this bag and decided to get one for you. You know I want the best for you right?" He kissed the back of her hand. "Is that the trending Fendi crocodile leather bag?" Lorna, Zaphrina's junior sister shrieked. "Oh yes, baby sister," Zaphr
"Mum?" Gianna, who was already dressed in her pajamas and trudging to her bed, abjectly called. She buried half of her little body in her favorite mustard-tinted blanket. "Yes, Gianna?" With her mother halfway laid on the bed gently stroking her almost translucent caramel curls, she went on ahead, "will you forgive Mr. Mason now?" Louisa disclosed a mild frown, "what are you saying, Anna?" "Mr. Mason told me he hurt you that's why you don't like him and also, that's why you can't get married." "He said that?" Gianna nodded, "Mum, I really wish you forgive him you know, so he can be my daddy too." "But you already have a daddy." "Daddy Marley is married to aunt Zaphrina already, besides, he's my uncle, right? Mrs. Heather thought us the family tree yesterday and she said your mother's brother is your uncle." "Go to sleep, Anna," She calmly said, "we'll talk about this tomorrow, okay?" "Okay, mum, good night." Louisa kissed the chubby girl goodnight, regulated the bedside lamp
"Mum, look," Gianna excitedly pointed, her little palms plastered on the glass, "there's a shark in there." "I see it, baby." "Do you want a picture close to it?" Mason suggested causing Gianna to hop in excitement. "Let me see the pose's my little girl's got I*******m to copy," click, "there you go, one more," another click. "Perfect. Take one with Mummy." Louisa shyly protested but both Mason's pleads and Gianna's squeals coerced her, "fine, just one."The double grinning peace out posture was one which turned to two and three and then eight. "Pretty." "Join us too Mr. Mason." Now it was Mason's turn to protest but Louisa had already snatched his phone and pleaded on an equally young couple to help them out. "Don't be shy, Mr. Mason," Louisa provoked with a smug, carefully emphasizing shy. Their aquarium tour had ended earlier than foreseen due to demanding stomachs. A branch at a nearby congested restaurant was next on Saturday's agenda. No doubt weekends were the sole times