The proper introduction of Gianna to Ruth went smoothly, joyfully, and amicably. To Louisa's surprise, Gianna enjoyed the visit to the extent of not wanting to return home. The little girl stuffed herself with Ruth's pastries and sumptuous meals so much that it was almost impossible for her to walk.
Louisa at some point had second thoughts on going even though joining the duo was her idea. The fear was due to the first impression she made of herself in front of Ruth a few months back.
The twists and turns of life.
But luckily for her, the lady was receiving and behaved like nothing out of place ever occurred between them.
"She's fast asleep," Mason commented after a glance at the rearview mirror.
Louisa swiftly turned. "I'm afraid we'll never hear the end of Grandma Ruth's apple pie."
That was all Gianna chanted halfway through their journey before falling asleep."She reminds me of Ava. She too loves my mum's apple pie."
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Gianna had fallen asleep in the middle of a story that her father narrated. A kiss and a good night wish crowned the event. Mason strode to Louisa's room afterward, the latter was changing into a tempting shimmering dark red silky nightdress. She flew her hair out of the dress's trapping neckline in a way that was not only alluring but dick-breaking. He stood there staring in awe. "Is she asleep already?" "Uh...yeah." He broke out of his daze and began discarding his clothes. A warm shower and a lower body cover—boxers—entitled him to the bed right next to Louisa. She laid her head on his chest, closed her eyes, and listened to the quietness of the room then to the melody of his heartbeat. "How did your visit go?" He played with her hair. "Great. She's growing strong." "Yeah, I noticed that too. It's a good thing." "What about work, how did it go?" It was rare that they worked on Saturdays and when they did, it usua
YOUNG BEARDED GANG HQ. "Relax, man," Marley reassured Mason by tapping his shoulder, "you're as stiff as a corpse." The latter hadn't realized that, in fact, he seemed to not have known what was going on as he walked into the company of other bearded gangs of the family with Marley looking all happy-panky and friendly. Like nothing ever transpired.He would've thought so if the plastered cut on his jaw didn't sting so bad. The dude had quite a fist, he had to admit. "Gentlemen, I present to you an aspiring new member of the gang, Mason Donovan." The room which was filled with a dozen and three more men turned dead as fifteen pairs of eyes glued their way.The room was a typical men's garden with a bar growing a variety of liquor, a billiard table, flat-screen TV, beer fridge, and much more his eyes hadn't landed on yet. "What happened to your face, dude?" A tall man resting his feet on a coffee table asked. His low cut, exposing his scalp, made him look younger than his age could
Everything went on successfully. It was indeed true that happiness originated from a peaceful mind, an entourage of sincere positive energy from family, friends, and even strangers. Everyone's face dazzled with smiles and laughter as plates and dishes were passed from one to another. The atmosphere was inundated with chatters about everything and anything.What more could one ask for? Zaphrina was barely thirty seconds into her meal when she noticed Ace's absence. She could swear he was present during grace but now where was he at? "Bread?" Louisa who was sitting beside her asked with a basket of buns. At the latter's sight of worry in Zaphrina's countenance, she asked, "what is it?" Zaphrina vacated her chair. "I'll be back, permit me."It was in the boy's room, after adventuring in the playroom, that the young mother found her boy crying at an idle corner, his head bent to his knees. "Ace, what is wrong, my baby?" She rushed to h
"Before you all present here, most especially Mr. Frederick Woods, I, Mason Donovan plead to have your blessings and to let go off your daughter, Louisa Ariana Woods to the realm of my love, care, and affection. I do not want to make empty promises but I give you my word that I'll give her all that I've got." He turned to Louisa, took a step back, and gradually went down on a knee."It's been a short, yet a long time since we've known each other, Lou, and during all this time I've learned so many things about you and with you. You might think this is too early but I don't. I have made up my mind," he fished out a blue velvet ring case from his pocket."To spend the rest of my life with you," he opened the box to a shimmery diamond ring. "Louisa," he called. "Will you marry me?"Louisa covered her mouth with a palm as the tears which had built up during his little speech finally rained."Say it!" Doris yelled from the crowd."Yes, say Yes, Lou," Elizabeth added.Soon enough, all the wom
It was a silent ride to school so far. Neither Petra nor Gianna seemed to be in the mood for a dispute and Louisa was very much happy and okay with that. The last thing she needed was to drive to work with a thumping head as the routine had it which is why she preferred Mason to drive the kids to school. He knew the tricks which never worked when she tried. He wasn't going to be in town until two days and she missed him dearly. Louisa and Mason, a year before their wedding, were lucky enough to purchase three hectares of land in their dream town—Philipstown. They'd taken out time to visit it after their contract in renovating a retired baseball player's home— Joey Duran—was over. They'd fallen in love with the serenity of the little town, its adorable boutiques, and classic restaurants. Louisa had most especially fallen in love with Cold Spring Harbor. It's greenish-blue glimmering water at day and different hues of orange and yellow at dusk due to the reflection of the setting sun.
Inspired by Janet Devlin- honest men. You might want to read Married to a stripper BB1 before reading this. Red Dahlia. strictly business. In the silence of the illuminated hall, only one thing was given attention to; the clicking of her heels. She knew for sure that she radiated a vibe. A vibe which not many appreciated--in fact, none at all. She captured awareness, desiccated friskiness, watered hard work, and frowned at incompetence, all of which was simply inherited. Louisa could smell their tension, glimpse their beads of sweat, feel their shiverings, taste their revulsion, and hear their cries of get lost. Am I this intense? A question she had been asking herself for the past years. It was only going to be a matter of seconds before the room returned to the marketplace it previously was as her body got embedded in the lifter. "Ms. Woods?" She simply nodded at her associate, Nerry who showed up once she was at the comfort of her office's embrace. The happily married eve
R.kelly - If I could turn back the hands of time. And you had enough love for the both of us, but I did you wrong. Mason Donovan had quit gazing and analyzing the ladies who littered the bar by the minute as he waited for his friend's arrival. He realized himself sorting out their flaws in comparison to his next of heart. How stupid he'd been and still was; his daily anthem. Like New York like Australia, the ladies were all similar with idiotic and pretentious sass coursing through their veins. Gold-diggers, sex maniacs, flirts, and seductive goddesses. Mason had gotten so good in the job of women's statistics that he knew exactly the right column to classify every one of them. He sipped on his drink as his left leg shook beneath the table in anxiety. Out of all the ladies he'd gone out with before and after Cass, Neither of them could meet up to a quarter of 'her' standards in every aspect. She was just special in more ways than less that he got blinded. Talking about her. He
"Anna, don't get me running after you on heels. Get your pants on," Louisa pleaded from Anna's empty room after realizing the chubby lass must be downstairs eyes-glued to a kid's show. "Anna," she chanted while descending the stairs. Just as expected, the five-year-old's attention was entirely held hostage. Louisa called again finally gaining the little girl's attention and immediately, tears began to bubble at the back of her eyes. No matter how hard she fought to forget, something must keep her returning to square one; Even though she was grateful Gianna inherited a vast majority of her physique-- besides her nose, every psychological aspect was that of the man she regretted ever loving; she had a way of staring that made her almost want to go back on her six-year-old promise to herself and Marley. Mason gave her yet another reason to never take men seriously. "Come on, put on your pants baby else you'll be late for school." "Two more minutes, mum," she whined. "No, no." "Fou