For the first time since we got to Atlanta, I woke to see my husband still sleeping right beside me. I first checked if he was awake or still sleeping. “Carlos?” I called, his eyes didn’t flutter at my words, nor did his fingers move. He was asleep. I moved closer and watched their features, his flawless and handsome face. Something squeezed in my heart as I thought of having a son who looked just like his father. As handsome and perfect. Tall and sweet. My fingers played lightly over his face, his jaw, memorizing every slide and arc. My movements were light and feathery as I didn’t want to wake him up. I moved the duvet slightly lower, revealing my new asset of infatuation. His chest. But as soon as I placed my hands on him to explore, his hands came up to capture mine. “Don’t even think of it.” He threatened. “You were awake.” I accused with a gasp, subtly distracting him. “You have never woken up before me.” He snorted. Looking at me with those clear eyes. His eyes were sear

The drive was slower than Anna would have preferred because Zade kept warning her to keep watch and yelping whenever she swerved. I wondered where she had learned how to drive, she held the wheels with certain confidence while I had never been in the driver’s seat. He kept warning me to make a park and drive himself, I understand how unsteady he felt because it was very likely his first time he was being driven, and wasn’t used to sitting in the passenger seat. I buckled his seatbelt and told him to stay put but he still looked in pain and under torture. Anna had to drive calmly and carefully before he finally let her be. We made one stop to buy Coco’s favorite muffin and then we drove straight home. They smelled nice and were tempting enough for us to make an unplanned stop. “We should do this more often,” I said as we began to head home, I loved being outside. I also missed my husband, I wanted to go on a walk with him. I wanted to hold his hands a walk boldly in the street with

“Who was her father to you?” I asked Carlos later that evening. Curiosity had been eating me out, but I wanted to act mature and simple, so I initially decided not to ask.It wasn’t late but after the drama that had happened that day, everyone had retreated early, and Carlos went to our room with me.I wasn’t sleepy so I sat on the bed while he lay down with his eyes closed. He opened them when he heard my question.“I like to think of him as my sponsor.” He replied, sitting up and looking into my eyes.“Sponsor?” Why is that? “I wasn't expecting that answer, of all things.”“When I left home. He was the one who took me in.” Carlos said simply.“Wait! Did you run away from home? From your dad? Frank?” I was shocked. “Why am I always the last to hear things like this? You only tell me the boring stuff.” I whined.He smiled and pulled me close, placing a kiss on my forehead. “I tell you all the important stuff.” I was distracted for a moment when he kissed my forehead. Not because of t

I think I heard Carlos make a small laugh behind me. Anna lifted her ringed finger into Monday’s face.“You stupid girl, what have you done?” He shrieked. Monday turned to Carlos, “What on earth is happening?”The man was dumb because he didn’t ask for proof or even my marriage papers, he didn’t even bother to ask who the husband was, but then, he didn’t care, all that mattered to him was his plan which had now been sabotaged.“Ask your niece this is the first time I am hearing this, or else I wouldn’t have wasted my time having this conversation with you at all.” Carlos had assumed his hard look, the one that always intimidated Monday. Once again, one day this week that wasn’t Monday, a buy called Monday left our home disappointed.I turned to my husband and the supposed love of my life, “You knew.”He folded his arms, his face still hard. “So did you.” He spat back. I felt anger rising inside my chest. While I had been pondering whether to tell him or not, he had known and not bothe