All Chapters of Fake It With Me, Anita: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

RYAN'S POV "I didn't learn to cook overnight, it was a necessity for us at the time. Because we had to learn how to survive by ourselves, my mother taught us..." Wait, what?! I was talking about my late mother to a total stranger who's also my wife! Well, substitute. I immediately caught myself quickly before I had slipped. What prompted me to feel so comfortable around Anita Richardson that I had unconsciously began to share such private detail about my childhood with her, wasn't something I could understand. In fact, everything in this present setting was wrong and totally out of our arrangements. However, not only had I cooked for her, now I was also...almost sharing a personal detail about myself with her. I mean, how did we get here?! My unexpected pause midway my sentence, made her seem even more curious. She had her attention hundred percent on me and I could see the obvious glimmer of surprise and expectation in her eyes. I smiled warmly at her as I dri

ANITA'S POV I was up at 5:30am, the next day which was a Sunday, the beginning of a new week. Stretching carefully on my bed because I was aware the kids were with me, I allowed myself some few minutes of quietly watching them sleep, a satisfied smile on my face. The peaceful aura around them was very comforting. And I doubted I would ever get used to it. It was already a routine for the children to sleep in my bed most nights so it wasn't an unfamiliar task for me to read to them bedtime stories before they fall asleep most nights. Even as I examined Zara carefully to observe the condition of her hands, I was aware of the fact that I had woken up with a feeling of positivity. Hopefully, my inquiries in town today with Kristen would turn out well. Feeling glad Zara's palms seemed much better, I quietly hopped off my bed and commenced my usual morning routine. Which included; my quiet prayers, meditations, drinking of water, medications, few minutes of yoga workout, shower

RYAN'S POV "Hey," I smiled at her as the kids hurried over to hug her. "We're sorry to be interrupting your private breakfast. The children insisted on seeing you before having their bath." I calmly stated the obvious. "Comm'on, It's okay." I enjoy every second I get to spend with the children." She chuckled as she kissed their cheeks. "It's nice to have breakfast together, don't you think? Thankfully, Caroline prepared 'a feast'."A feast? I raised a brow at that. Then I let my gaze take in the array of dishes Caroline had laid out for her breakfast and I smiled but said nothing to that. I knew what it felt like to be hungry. Actually, I''ve been through that. And it's not something I would wish on anyone, not even my enemy. That's why in my home, it's a rule I made, one which all the kitchen staffs strictly followed to this day, to always make sure there's more than enough food at the table for everyone and anyone. When we were finally alone without any staff in t

ANITA'S POV The grand office of the director was quiet, save for the sound from the tea cup as her assistant served tea. Kristen had made an appointment for us few days earlier so it was easy meeting her the moment we were in the building. I fiddled nervously with my hands, quietly hoping she'd be able to remember me even though almost twelve years had gone by since we last saw each other. Madame Suzanne had aged quite much already. Now in her late fifties, she still managed to look as elegantly stunning as I'd always know her to be. A familiar feeling of nostalgia quietly overwhelmed me as I suddenly felt remorseful for not reaching out the moment I was out of D.C and back in New York City.But doing that would have been super risky for my general well-being... Suzanne Wellington was looking at me with so much emotions openly expressing on her features. "Is it really you, Amanda? My sweet little Mandy?" She finally spoke up afterwhat seemed like forever. I was

ANITA'S POV Sadly, Mama Suzanne had no immediate answer for my impromptu question. However, she promised to check through the old files and staff at the orphanage and assured me she'd get back to me when she finds some useful information. We exchanged contacts and I left her my personal email address and contact information this time. After a brief tour around the orphanage, we returned to her office and I spent some more time with her catching up about the old times, getting info on the events that happened in my absence and getting to hear about the general well-being of some of my old childhood friends and colleagues. We were served some snacks and offered food from the cafeteria, I was initially going to resist but after hearing it was made by my favorite chef (during my time at the orphanage) I couldn't resist anymore. So, Mama Suzanne's assistant packed some food and drinks for us as we prepared to leave. It was really a nice time and reunion for me and Madame Suzann