(Leigh’s POV)When Alfie and Elle left, I felt alone and lonely again as I went back inside the room. I sat on the front viewing chair, staring at the open casket where I told myself a gazillion times that Granny was only resting, closing her eyes for a while.In her last will, she only wanted a very short vigil after her death, having one day of wake to allow us to gather before her burial. Tomorrow will be the last viewing for others who want to pay their respects, but I don’t want to think about it. If possible, I don’t want to wink or blink and leave her side. I was not even sure if we, my little Alexander and me, were ready to say goodbye to her.“Leigh,” Kayla whispered, bending her knee a little to reach my ear. “Umm… Someone’s looking for Alex, and…” Her voice sounded anxious about something as she glanced outside the funeral homes. “She’s a bit aggressive. Can you talk to her while I look for Alex?”I nod, standing upright before this uninvited guest gets the attention of my
(Leigh’s POV)“You are our little Kayleigh! No matter how old you get, I would always see you as my ten-year-old grandchild, singing and dancing while playing in the front yard, Kayleigh,” I heard Abuela saying.I rolled my eyes at her. “Granny, I am old enough to live independently, so please help me convince Papa and Mama to allow me to stay in the city. Please, please, Granny,” I hugged her, hoping she would give in to my request.“But Granny will get sad, Kayleigh,” Abuela pouted her lips, embracing me and planting kisses on my cheeks.“Aha!” I exclaimed, laughing at her. “So, it’s you, not Papa,” I said, accusing her as I chuckled.Her eyes moistened with tears. “No,” She moved slightly away from me, placing her palms gently on my face. “Did I tell you how you brought light to this family, baby?”I sneered at my grandmother. “Yes, a bazillion times.” My mocking smile turned sweet and gentle. I have that story many times that I was their miracle baby, the one they didn’t expect co
(Alexander’s POV)Whitney Houston made me raise my head and snatch my attention, stopping me from reviewing the budget proposal of Dulce Alejandro. I saw George standing by the doorway of my private office, staring at me in wonder.“Boss, I’m jealous!” George complained, mocking me early this morning, playing the song “Where Do Broken Hearts Go.”“What now?” I hiss, returning my attention to the paper I was reading. “Will you please stop that music? Have you gone mad, playing music in the office?” I snarl that I also wish I know the answer to Whitney’s question.She rolled her eyes and turned off the music from her cell phone. “I saw Leigh and -” When I propped my elbows on the table and looked at her with full interest, she pressed her lips together and suppressed a burst of laughter.I breathed out heavily, finally realizing she was just trying to get my attention, and for the past two months, there were three things that she would do to get my attention. First, if she would play ve
(Alexander’s POV)“Calm down, children,” Elle chuckled as if the situation was nothing but a joke. She sighed, opening her planner. “So, Zyra, just to make this final, you want Kayleigh, I mean, us to plan this wedding…” She said, writing it on the sheet. “You want to…” She looked at her and smiled, “have the wedding on the same date as Sebastian and Leigh’s wedding since you wanted a double wedding.”“Yes,” She answered briefly, rolling her eyes at Elle. She got distracted when her phone rang. “Excuse me. I’ll just take this call,” she said, standing up and walking toward the wooden bench near the fountain.When I was sure Zyra was far enough not to hear us, I reached for Elle’s hand, dying to ask her my question.“Please, Elle, tell me, how’s Leigh?” I was almost begging, hoping she would give me an answer.“Still grieving,” Elle answered after flickering her eyes at Zyra.“Don’t listen to Elle. She has moved on already,” Alfie said, clearly lying about her. He always tends to prote
(Alexander’s POV)“What’s happening, Alex?” Leigh asked, her eyebrows knitting with curiosity.I shook my head and stared at her face. “Have you not been eating, Leigh?” I asked worriedly, brushing the few strands away from her beautiful face, tucking them at the back of her ears.My heart was upset and anxious that she looked pale, her eyes sad and lifeless, and the curve of her lips as she smiled was like winter, not her usual warm and cheery summer smile.“Have you not been sleeping?” I asked again, pulling her closer to me, leaning her head to my body, and kissing her hair. I close my eyes as I inhale her sweet-smelling scent of strawberry.“Why are you here?” She uttered a question instead of replying to me.I chuckle bitterly, not at her but to myself, sighing heavily as I answer. “I was so worried about you, Leigh. I only came to our meeting because I thought I’d be seeing you.”She moved slightly away from me. “Meeting? What meeting?” She raised her eyebrows.“George said I ha
(Alexander’s POV)“Have you gone mad, Alex?” Leigh hissed angrily, clenching her fist and hammering me as we sat on the couch of my private plane. She was quiet from her apartment to the airport, but when we reached the hangar, I could hardly get her out of the car that I had to carry her just to get inside the plane.I caught her hand, gripping her wrist while my other hand fastened her seatbelt when Sheila, the cabin crew, reminded us of our seatbelts.“Yes!” I answered. When I fly, I always sit on a seat surrounding the table so I can still work while I am on travel. This is my first time sitting on the couch, for her sake. “We’re not getting married to other people unless we settle our issue.”“We don’t have any issues, Alex! This is kidnapping.” She growled but pursed her lips right away when Sheila approached us, asking us if we wanted something. I shook my head, smiling apologetically at the usual crew who flew with me in my travels, and looked amusedly at Leigh, sulking like a
(Leigh’s POV)Alexander Hearst lives in a paradise!As I reach the balcony of the bedroom, I close my eyes, inhaling the fresh air from the farm. When I first saw the place, I fell in love with it that I wanted to live here. I looked heavenward, loving the clear, blue sky, and the night suddenly excited me, wanting to see the moon and the stars in the sleeping sky.The door opened, and I heard Maxine panting while Callie was whimpering as she paced around the bigger dog. I sneezed again, but I smiled as I turned around. Like a trained dog, Maxine was only sitting on the floor, facing me but not coming to me after Alex told her not to go near me. Yet, even though she was a foot away from me, her nearness still caused me to sneeze. When I sniffled, she barked, walking another foot away from me and sitting again. Her paw reached Callie’s tail when my puppy tried to walk toward me. Startled, Callie turned to Maxine, barking at her.I could not help laughing at what I witnessed. They were
(Leigh’s POV)This was the first time that I had had a good sleep in two months. When I opened my eyes, my lips curved a sweet and gentle smile on my lips as I saw Alex staring at me.“Good morning, Cupcake!” greeted Alex, lowering his head and claiming my mouth, kissing me passionately in the early morning.I moaned, wishing to reach for him, but this might be just a dream that if I tried to touch him, he would be like a bubble, popping out in my sweetest and most beautiful dream. If last night was real, then I had the greatest moment of my life, making love to Alex many times, my heart screaming only his name, crying in bliss as we exploded like stars and reached cloud nine together.“What do you want to do today?” He asked as he nipped on my neck.“Huh?” I smiled, clutching the sheet of the bed. “Can we stay in bed all day?” I suck for air, thinking what else is fun to do on the farm but stay in bed with him.“That sounds tempting, Cupcake, but sad to say, since you own this farm-”