And It Begins Novels & Stories

He’s my everything. “I love you so much my darling.” I say to him. I hug Leland in my arms, and I just feel so happy I’m home here in Pennsylvania. This is where it all began in the first place!

“…it was about activating it.” The man inclined his head slightly. “Yes.” A pause. “And now…” His gaze darkened. “…we can finally begin.”

“I start another fund and put money in it that I would spend on buying the supplies. As we near the thirty-week mark and later we then start buying the things we will need. That way, things will be more realistic in the fact we know they will be coming home with us at some point.” “Why do you keep saying we and us?” Kit looked at him, surprised. She had wanted to ask before when he said something like that. Somewhere the way he talked had changed. He wasn't acting like she was his back-up plan. He was acting like she was now a real player in this horrid game. “Because I know you will be there with me,” Mitsuhide said. “You will be there by my side.” “Mitsu.” She said.

I mumbled smiling. “Why?” He asked, frowning. “The beginning.” I replied, remembering the meaning of the baby. “I don’t think we should care what religion the name belongs to. Our morals teaching and the things are the ones which matter right?” I asked glancing back to look at him. “You are spot on, professor.” he replied, pressing his lips to mine. “I know right!” I said, and he chuckled. “I love you!” he said, closing his eyes. I closed my eyes back and mumbled “And I, you.” This is our forever new beginning…

I came with no luggage. “Princess where is your luggage?” he asked. “Uhm….” I started scratching my head nervously, that have always been one of my habits. Where do I begin to tell the truth? Will he judge me like I thought they would four years ago? I don’t know the answer to any of these questions, but I know today they will know the truth.

But inside, a new life was about to begin. To be continued...

Nigerian phone call rule number one; when speaking to adults, let them hang up first. "I don't know why two of you don't want me to take care of you, you'll be doing like as if you're all grown up when you still live in my house and eat my food. Was I not the one that gave birth to both of you?" I heard her mutter before she hung up. I smiled to myself, Moms. I headed back to the living room, Mr Mike was seated on a couch watching an old record of last year's English premiership match. Tishe was beside him, tapping away on her phone.

"The endgame..." "...starts now."

The thought left an unfamiliar irritation tugging at him. Melissa kept chattering on. "Dev, I saw a new curtain I really like. It's this perfect sky blue…"

But this—sitting here, breathing freely, hearing the truth in someone’s voice—I knew this was a beginning. A quiet, necessary beginning.