"Jackson, Journee it's time to eat," I yell up the stairs taking the meatballs and the rest of the fries out of the warmer.   "Yes," Jackson says jogging down the stairs and into the kitchen.   "Wash your hands," Journee says following behind him.   "Yeah, I know," Jackson replies standing at the sink beginning to lather up his hands.   I grab plates and cups for us while they're washing their hands. I place the cups on the table and the plates on the island. We make our plates and fill our cups before sitting at the table.   "Have you heard from Mom today," Jackson asks me.   "Not since I sent her and Dad the text telling them about what happened today," I say to him.   "She'll be calling soon I guess," Journee says.   "Yeah, between her and Dad, I'll be hearing from one of them before the night is out," I say.

First to the long table was Susu and her three siblings, next was Rylie with Ryan and Roman, and Nova with Julian and Susana was last. I introduced Susu to everyone and she introduced her siblings before we changed our seating so that we girls could sit together and the siblings all sit together. When we were all settled the waiter returned and took the drink order of the rest of the group. Because we had reserved so much seating we had a table between us and our siblings which worked perfectly for a little privacy and a place to stack our dishes.   We talk about which appetizers and wing flavors to choose so that when the waiter returns we have our order ready. After the waiter hands out the drinks he takes our order of three nacho appetizers, three mozzarella stick appetizers, and one hundred twenty five wings of various flavors. I ask him to wait about twenty minutes before placing the wing order after we receive our appetizers. As soon as he leaves conversat

The next morning everything including time just flies by. I let the twins know about my plans with Mekhi and Dad's impromptu plans to accompany Mom for the last few days of her trip. They know the routine and we all keep our ringers on in case we need to contact one another throughout the day. It could be that I'm anticipating on finally seeing Mekhi after two days or the huge cup of coffee I drank this morning. I'm thinking it's the latter as I'm constantly checking my phone waiting for a message from him or any sign that he's back. As I'm packing up to leave History, my last class of the day, I hear commotion by the door. I sling my bag over my shoulder and grab my jacket as today is nice and warm I don't need to put it on. As I get closer to the door my heart flutters away sending my blood rushing through my veins. I hear congratulatory praises and squeals I lift my eyes as I walk through the door and see my handsome man in the middle of said crowd with eyes for no one but me.

As he's driving us back to campus I continue to go back and forth in my mind of whether I'm capable enough to handle his situation. I remember thinking that he's heaven sent but, I had no idea that he would be wrapped up in a nicely wrapped wealthy package. Rich people have issues much bigger than us regular people. What if he has a fiancée from birth type of arrangement that he has to commit to? I don't want to be left standing alone, I know relationships end so this may not be a forever thing but I don't want to be tossed aside either. There are just so many questions and the main one that keeps coming to mind is 'Why me?'   "What's on your mind baby," he asks squeezing my hand.   "A lot" I say not knowing where to start or if I should start.   "If you want to talk I'm all ears. If you have any questions or anything bothering you about what we discussed you can definitely ask me anything," he says reassuringly.

I take out my phone from my bag and purposefully play some music loud enough to drown out whatever conversation they're having out there. I open my social media account and see that I've gotten a lot of new friend requests since confirming my relationship with Mekhi. While scrolling I decide to look up Mekhi's family and there are barely any images of them online. The information on them is very basic as well however there's a plethora of information on their business and the multitude of companies under them. His family's business is worth billions of dollars and my jaw hits the floor when I see the number. I knew that he was wealthy but seeing it in print just solidifies it. I exit the search engine and text the twins to check on them. They're both home preparing to head back out. I remind them to lock up the house and to text me when they reach their destination. Unsure of what else to do I kick off my shoes and lie back on his bed and close my eyes letting t