CHAPTER 87

She stirred. 'Sweetie, wake up," he said. She opened her eyes and adjusted her vision to the man who held her heart, no matter how far away she was from him. 'Hi," she answered as she sat up and rubbed the sleep away from her eyes. He stood there, arms around his son and looked at the woman his heart desired more and more every day. It was a torture for him to dwell without her. Without seeing her face and holding her against his impressive chest. Life had taken enough from them. He held out his hand to her, and holding his son against him with the other, he led them upstairs to his master bedroom. He had redesigned it. Changed the bed and threw away all the bed sheets he had screwed the wrong woman on. He wanted nothing the same way from the awful past he had with a snake in the grass. He remained single and kept on praying to the God he believed in, to let the right woman and his son come back home to him. His prayers had been answered. But he wasn't too certain why she was h