The wind blew aggressively against Miya's face, sending her hair in every direction as she stared into Jackson's eyes.
“What do you mean?” Miya mumbled, digging her fingers into the sand.
“Well… Ummm… Milo and Milu are men. Well they are babies now but they won't stay like that forever. And they love you even though they can't say it.” Jackson mumbled, taking his eyes off her and focusing on the ocean.
“Oh,”
“I know how much my mother means to me, and the love I have for her is endless. I think they feel the same way even though they can't speak now.”
“How would you know that?”
“Hey, mom. I'm heading out to meet with Steven.” Jackson said, walking into the living room. Rose took her eyes off Mila for a second, gazed at her son, and said, “Okay.” Then she focused back on her granddaughter. A look of disbelief crossed Jackson's face. Then he stared at Miya and whispered, “It's like I am invisible to her. Is it legal for a mother to replace her son with her grandkids?” “I think I have lost my rights as their mother,” Miya mumbled, chuckling softly. Rose rolled her eyes at both of them, and said, “Haha, fun… my grandbabies needs their nana.” “How long do you plan to stay here?” Jackson mumbled, struggling not to laugh. “Until they are old enough to call me Nana.” “Well. That's some plan. Anyways, I got to go. Steven is planning to invoke my right as his best man if I don't show up.” In a rush, Jackson kissed the babies on their foreheads and turned to stare at Miya, striving to say the words
“Groomsmen, Groom, you guys got to be out of here in the next twenty minutes and be in the church.” The wedding planner said as he walked into the room.Jackson stopped buttoning his shirt, gazed at him, and said, “Oh is the bridal party ready?”“No. I got words from the ladies' planner, and she said that the bridesmaids and the bride will be ready and in the church within the next one hour.”“Oh! Okay. We will be out in ten.”After the wedding planner left, Jackson turned to gaze at Steven, and a frown settled on his face.“Steve, breathe,” Jackson mumbled, walking over to his friend.“I'm getting married today,” Steven whispered, holding in his breath.“I know. But you have to exhale to release the tension building up inside of you.”“There's so much ‘what if’ questions going on in my head. Like what if Juli
“Mom, bride, where we at?” The wedding planner said, walking further into the room.Mrs. Harper pulled up her daughter's gown zipper and smiled.“We are ready.” She mumbled, gently rubbing Julie’s arms as tears ran down her cheeks.“Awesome, bride, please come with me. Your father is waiting for you at the church door.”The wedding planner said.A look of hesitation crossed Julie’s face. Then she turned around and tightly hugged her mother.“I love you so much,” Julie said, sobbing softly.“I love you too, sweetheart.” Mrs. Harper mumbled, gently patting her back.Now that the bridesmaids were in the church hall, everyone was impatiently waiting for the bride, except Jackson.He was too focused on staring at Miya to care for the stuff going on around him.“Everyone please stand! The bride is about to enter.” The preacher said.
Jackson walked into the dining room, fully dressed in a suit, and Rose and Miya gazed away from their food and awkwardly stared at him. “Dada!” Milo shouted, jumping in his seat. Then Mila and Milu followed his lead and started yelling, “dada.” Those words brought a smile onto Jackson's lips even though he had heard it countless times for the past few months. Beaming with joy, he walked over to his kids' seats and took Milo, Mila and Milu out of their chairs one after the other, playing with them for a moment before putting them back into their seats. “Where are you going in a suit?” Rose asked, setting her fork down on the table. “Today is Miya's final trial date, and I'm driving her to the courthouse?” Jackson said, adoringly staring at Miya. Taking her focus off her son, Rose gazed at Milo, Mila, and Milu and said, “Can you guys say ‘Nana?” “Mom, you've been trying to make them say ‘nana’ for six months now. Th
Jackson POV When I got to the front door, my key jiggled in my hand as I struggled to get it into the lock hole, and I was kind of finding it difficult to push it in because my hands were occupied with bags of ingredients of Jennie's favorite dishes and wine. “Damn it!“ I shouted when the keys almost slipped from my grip, but thankfully, I was able to catch them in time. Finally, I got the key into the hole, and when I unlocked the door, I paused for a second to stare at my neighbor's place, the Harper family's bakeshop. Since I live in the west of Brooklyn, where the streets gleam and never fall asleep, it was easy to see their front porch, and I gazed absentmindedly for a while before pushing my door open. Once I was safely in the comfort of my house, I slammed the door shut behind me with my foot and steered my way into the living room. To be honest, the living room is my favorite part of the house just because my wife put extra attention into furnishing it. If anything I kno
The coldness of the wind carried a quiver down my spinal cord when I walked on my porch, staring at the guy with a sense of anger rising in me. Then my attention drifted away from him for a second, and I realized that outside, the snow was thick on the doorway and the snow had sheltered the trees and presented them as sparkling at first sight. After a moment of losing my focus to nature, I stared back at the delivery guy, noticing that he had a thick sweater concealing his uniform and his hair was messy from the snow. You are Mr. David, right?" He inquired, shivering I guess from the cold. "That's correct, although I did not request flowers. I purchased mine this afternoon. Is there a possibility you got the order wrong?" I uttered as the delivery man laid the bouquet in my hands. It felt awkward because I wasn't sure why I was receiving flowers when I don have the slightest idea who in their right mind would send me these at such an hour for no reason. "I am certain that the or
When the light of dawn hit my face, it was not that that pissed me off. It was my Lenovo smart clock on the nightstand next to the bed that kept ticking like crazy, not caring if I need a couple of minutes to rest. For a while, I tossed on the mattress to avoid the irritating noise from my alarm because for once, I did not want to wake up from the bed. My heart still hurts from last night's incident, and what I so wanted was to stay in bed all day and not have to go out, or see any living being today. The last thing I would want is to explain myself to my best friend who always noticed when I was depressed. But last night was nastier than before, and what I'm feeling is kind of worse than depression. It is like heartbreak without the breakup part. Who could have guessed that I would spend my anniversary miserable and alone in bed when I have been married for fourteen years? It sucked that Jennie messed up our entire plan. Yet, it is not strange to me since she has been cancel
Steve POV My attention swayed toward the door when it opened, and I watched Jackson enter the room and closed the door. When our eyes met, he had that look on his face that said he was confused to see me seated behind his KEFA executive desk, even though I am his boss. Lowering his gaze, he stared at his watch, and I could tell that he felt a bit anxious about being late to work. And honestly, I was concerned about him breaking his records for the month, even though there was no need for him to worry about showing up at work late or seeing me in his office. "Hey, Steven," Jackson asked, using a causal tone with me. “What are you doing here?“ My thoughts were occupied with his expression, and his words didn't concern me for a while. After approaching me, Jackson laid his donuts on his desk next to a pile of documents and focused his eyes on me. When I raised my brow, he ignored the suspicious look I gave him and sat at the edge of the table. Silently, I grabbed the donuts a