way he takes such care not to
fray the fragile yellow fabric.
"You want to
hear the whole story? I remember it like it was only yesterday."
"Yes," I
reply as I look over at Skila brushing a woman's hair into place. She isn’t
paying any attention to me or Mr. Jackson. All her attention is focused on the
elderly lady in front of her.
"November 5,
1943. It was just after dusk when we were attacked with no warning or anything.
A couple of my buddies and I were in our barracks playing cards when the first
wave hit.
The
chaos hit like a wildfire. Everything happened so fast, it’s hard to remember
all the details up until Gerald was hit and fell. I panicked, and with the
sudden strength of Adonis, I threw him over my shoulder and rushed him to the
infirmary. That’s when it happened. I saw her. Her name was Theresa, and she
had to be a direct descendant of A phrodite. She was stunning.
Reality hit me, and
I knew Gerald needed immediate attention, so I turned away and ran to what was
once the lobby. At the time, it was being used as an emergency room of sorts. I
got him in the right hands and watched over him while they worked on him. He
was lucky. The shrapnel missed his heart by only a couple of inches. Imagine my
surprise when my Aphrodite was appointed his nurse. I couldn't keep my eyes off
her. She rebuffed me at first, but I think my charm finally worked," he
says with a laugh.
His eyes light up every
time he says her name, and his misty eyes show me the kind of love that only
comes once in a lifetime. He looks at me and smiles. "Don't let people get
in the way of your happiness. I did, and I've regretted it for so many years.
Even after I married, I always thought about her."
I look over at Skila
again, and she turns to smile at me. "Excuse me a moment, Mr.
Jackson." He nods with a knowing glint in his eyes. I walk up to Skila and
wrap my arms around her without so much as a word. She leans her head back and
reaches up to softly touch the side of my face.
"I just wanted to tell you how beautiful
you are, and that no matter what anyone says, I'm not letting you get
away."
She laughs and turns
to face me.
"You know, I had
my doubts about you, but I think if you keep this up, they may start fading."
She hugs me and I close my eyes, breathing in the sweet smell of honeysuckles
and home.
A few more hours at
the Veterans’ home and we leave, hand in hand, with a new sense of who we are
and what we want from life.
Chapter
Twenty-One
Skila
The last
few weeks have been nothing short of amazing. Tonight is the last playoff game
of the season, and the winner of this game goes on to the NBA finals in June.
I’m covering the game for the Los Angeles
Daily Home again. Since turning in my exclusive piece on Kiptyn Price, Ames
has pretty much given me free reign. He no longer breathes down my neck,
babysitting me. It’s a welcome relief.
Before
we head to the stadium, we have a doctor’s appointment. It’s the first
appointment for the baby, and I am beyond nervous. The butterflies in my
stomach won’t settle down to save my life.
Stepping
from the claw foot tub in Kip’s master suite, I study my growing body in the
full-length mirrors lining the walls. My baby bump has been growing steadily.
Even now, it looks bigger than it was just yesterday. Running my hands along
the stretched skin, I imagine meeting my beautiful baby, holding his soft body
in my arms, and kissing his sweet head. Excited doesn't come close to
describing the way I feel.
Kiptyn
walks in the bathroom wearing nothing but a pair of sweatpants that hang low
enough on his hips that I can see his sexy ‘V’. I imagine tracing it with my
lips. Slowly.
“Feel
better?” he asks, coming to stand beside me. He fills his hands with lotion,
and after rubbing them together to warm it, he places his hands on my belly.
Every morning, he does the same thing, coating every inch of my body in cocoa
butter to help with dry skin
fray the fragile yellow fabric.
"You want to
hear the whole story? I remember it like it was only yesterday."
"Yes," I
reply as I look over at Skila brushing a woman's hair into place. She isn’t
paying any attention to me or Mr. Jackson. All her attention is focused on the
elderly lady in front of her.
"November 5,
1943. It was just after dusk when we were attacked with no warning or anything.
A couple of my buddies and I were in our barracks playing cards when the first
wave hit.
The
chaos hit like a wildfire. Everything happened so fast, it’s hard to remember
all the details up until Gerald was hit and fell. I panicked, and with the
sudden strength of Adonis, I threw him over my shoulder and rushed him to the
infirmary. That’s when it happened. I saw her. Her name was Theresa, and she
had to be a direct descendant of A phrodite. She was stunning.
Reality hit me, and
I knew Gerald needed immediate attention, so I turned away and ran to what was
once the lobby. At the time, it was being used as an emergency room of sorts. I
got him in the right hands and watched over him while they worked on him. He
was lucky. The shrapnel missed his heart by only a couple of inches. Imagine my
surprise when my Aphrodite was appointed his nurse. I couldn't keep my eyes off
her. She rebuffed me at first, but I think my charm finally worked," he
says with a laugh.
His eyes light up every
time he says her name, and his misty eyes show me the kind of love that only
comes once in a lifetime. He looks at me and smiles. "Don't let people get
in the way of your happiness. I did, and I've regretted it for so many years.
Even after I married, I always thought about her."
I look over at Skila
again, and she turns to smile at me. "Excuse me a moment, Mr.
Jackson." He nods with a knowing glint in his eyes. I walk up to Skila and
wrap my arms around her without so much as a word. She leans her head back and
reaches up to softly touch the side of my face.
"I just wanted to tell you how beautiful
you are, and that no matter what anyone says, I'm not letting you get
away."
She laughs and turns
to face me.
"You know, I had
my doubts about you, but I think if you keep this up, they may start fading."
She hugs me and I close my eyes, breathing in the sweet smell of honeysuckles
and home.
A few more hours at
the Veterans’ home and we leave, hand in hand, with a new sense of who we are
and what we want from life.
Chapter
Twenty-One
Skila
The last
few weeks have been nothing short of amazing. Tonight is the last playoff game
of the season, and the winner of this game goes on to the NBA finals in June.
I’m covering the game for the Los Angeles
Daily Home again. Since turning in my exclusive piece on Kiptyn Price, Ames
has pretty much given me free reign. He no longer breathes down my neck,
babysitting me. It’s a welcome relief.
Before
we head to the stadium, we have a doctor’s appointment. It’s the first
appointment for the baby, and I am beyond nervous. The butterflies in my
stomach won’t settle down to save my life.
Stepping
from the claw foot tub in Kip’s master suite, I study my growing body in the
full-length mirrors lining the walls. My baby bump has been growing steadily.
Even now, it looks bigger than it was just yesterday. Running my hands along
the stretched skin, I imagine meeting my beautiful baby, holding his soft body
in my arms, and kissing his sweet head. Excited doesn't come close to
describing the way I feel.
Kiptyn
walks in the bathroom wearing nothing but a pair of sweatpants that hang low
enough on his hips that I can see his sexy ‘V’. I imagine tracing it with my
lips. Slowly.
“Feel
better?” he asks, coming to stand beside me. He fills his hands with lotion,
and after rubbing them together to warm it, he places his hands on my belly.
Every morning, he does the same thing, coating every inch of my body in cocoa
butter to help with dry skin
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