BECKY'S P.O.VI trailed behind Mr. Azariah as he leads the way to his office. Going down the stairs, Mr. Azariah took the hallway that led him to his office. Opening the door, a large room appeared warmly accepting me. Azariah's office was the best home bureau I've had to see that is extraordinarily beautiful, and well structured, considering the fact that he has children at home. Holding the door, he waited for me to enter so that he will shut the door behind him. Doing so, he was careful so that the sound wouldn't affect any of us. Azariah's room is made of a shelf with books, documents, and other things that I do not know, glancing through the other side, I saw the desk that laid at the center of the living room, it looked beautiful, and the wood choice was catchy, considering the oil paint that the carpenter had chosen. There were two desks across the table, and as Mr. Azariah motioned her to have a sit, he quickly ru

"Allo! doctor, please where are you?" Azariah asked for the fifth time trying to be calm. This is the fifth time that he is calling the doctor for confirmation if he is actually still going to come. The fear in his eyes were evident, this is the first that a lady is collapsing in his house, and truth be told, he finds this blizzare. Before now, Azariah had not thought about Becky even if it was for a second, no, he was too selfish to do so, therefore, causing him to always think about himself and nothing more. So far, he couldn't believe that Becky was as a hot as fire, he feels so bad about it. When Becky slumped in his office a while ago, he didn't think it was actually happening, at first, he thought he was faking it out, then, he though it wise that if he does not help the lady, she might fall and hit her head on the hard floor. Azariah's first move was to reach to Becky, and when he grabbed her in his arms, he felt her soft body in hi

"What? where the hell are these thoughts coming from? like seriously kids?" Azariah asked looking at his children with bewilderment. When Azariah had carried Becky from his office to the room, he had not noticed his daughter had eavesdropped on the scene, it is kind of strange to have his daughter witness such, I mean, the scene isn't a proper one that a young lady like Blair should see it, because it might play some kind of images in her mind that wouldn't make her comfortable. Swirling his head towards Logan's eyes, he noticed his wide eyes piercing his soul as if asking him to confirm what his daughter had just said. Sighing, Azariah knelt before his children, making sure that they were at the same level because he needs to brush out things with them, the earlier the better it will be for them. Firstly, he started with a small hug, reassuring them, then, he moved on with separating from them, admiring the beautiful gift that God had ble

Logan and Blair were trying to play over their father's intelligence, they acted like mature people so much that it made Azariah have a headache. How is he going to prove to his kids that what they are thinking about is wrong? yes, it is, he only came here to tug the lady in bed while waiting for the doctor, and it is not his fault that Logan is pulling his mind towards somewhere which is not true. At this age, Azariah is so confused if a seven year old child is capable of knowing how adults had babies because according to his own knowledge, he thinks that he had kept it secret for the most part of their existence. Either they have been watching movies and content that were above their ages or someone had thought then something else. Suddenly, his chiseled brows grew angrily, as he expected an explanation from then.He stood straight, exposing his full-length in front of his children, as he made himself know to them that he is not her

Azariah paced the room aimlessly, constantly looking at the lady laying down helplessly on the bed, each time he thought about what his children had said, he kind of brushed it aside. What if it was actually his wife talking to his children? It is true that children are angels from God, and they sometimes know things that adults do not, but then, he kind of silenced that thought in his mind. Isabelle is dead, long time ago, and no matter what I do now, it wouldn't be her back, even marrying another lady, no matter their numbers and how good I bad they treat his children, it will never fill that gap of a mother in their lives, well, an artificial one, but then, to him, it didn't matter much because he didn't want anything to do with her. Becky on the other hand was still asleep, she slept soundly, and the color of her face had not yet come, not even a bit. Sighing, he walked towards the armchair in the room and sealed his buttocks towards i