~Ren~ “Why?” was my stupid response. This is not what I was expecting to hear from Devin. I’m happy, don’t get me wrong, ecstatic even, but I think he’s making irrational decisions. Lightning-fast decisions that could either make us or break us. “I love you,” he held my face in his big warm hands, electric shocks flowing through my whole body. “And I want to be with you for as long as I live, Ren.” His eyes looking straight into my green ones.

~Ren~ “Mama,” Griffin climbs on my lap as Natalie and I listen to a few singers who are aspiring to make a break in the music industry. My son requested for me to write his name with his father’s surname and he’s been pretty busy shading the paper with incoherent patterns while I work. He’s excited about it, ecstatic even. He jumped high and low when we told him about the news, both he and his father were fairly excited to see the papers even if Griffin couldn’t understand them yet.

~Ren~ Am I dead? I guess not. My body hurts like a bitch everywhere. Even my pinky is aching. They say that death is peaceful, like an endless emptiness. I’m sure that this isn’t it. The ambulance and police sirens are so loud, people chattering around me. My eyelids were heavy, as if they were glued together and won’t let go of the other. Stupid eyelids. “Ren… please…” I heard his voice. Why is Devin sad? Is he crying? “Ren, hang on.” Something must’ve slammed shut, a door perhaps and I felt warm hands enclosed mine. I knew it was Devin, his scent lingers in the air overpowering the foul smell of blood. Trying to squeeze his hand back, I groaned when I f

Hey Babes, I’m so sorry about the glitch. Before reading this one, please check the previous chapter. Thank you so much for staying with me.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Devin~I watched Ren and Griffin walk on the shore, barefoot, hand in hand as I grilled the fish I caught earlier. They were picking up shellfish in front of our beach house in Barbados, the sound of their laughter was mingling with the waves crashing on the shore.Ren waved at me while Griffin held a starfish in his hand and showed it to his Mama.We came here yesterday and Ren hasn't greeted me happy birthday yet.I’ve never celebrated my birthday, I had no reason to. Mom and Eve were the only people who greeted me on my birthday until I was recognized by the public as one of the youngest business tycoons in the world. People started sending me gifts, greetings, wishes, but none really mattered to me since they didn't know the real me. I thanked them, but the love I was longi

~Ren~ The colorful sparkling decoration of the Christmas tree we put up earlier is dancing in my husband's and son’s eyes. Devin lifted Griffin by his waist, our son held the star in his hands as he reached up and put it on the top of the Christmas tree. “Now, Mama,” Griffin said, giving me a convincing nod. I was holding the plug of the Christmas tree, connecting it with the outlet, the lights came to life and the star above the six-foot tree twinkled with different luminous colors. Griffin giggled as Devin peppered him with kisses on his cheeks. “Can I?” our son asked for the twentieth time today. He’s very excited to open the present Devin has for him. It’s not that we don’t celebrate Christmas before, but this is Griffin’s first Christmas with his father. “Can’t wait after midnight, buddy?” Devin ruffled Griffin’s hair, setting him down on his feet. Griffin pouted, looking a little thoughtful before he answered. “I can, Pap