Keia Smith
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He wants my soul
December 1994 Christmas Eve Night The Fireplace burns with warm, memorized flames kissed upon my cheeks as I sip my hot cocoa with peace. The music blast on the speaker as "Silent Night." plays loudly and soul throughout the night. I know my neighbors are getting tired of the Christmas music. I have been playing since after thanksgiving. I smile while I had my feet propped up as i sway my beautiful brown hair to the beat. My soft pink lips song the words as i kept my chocolate brown eye close as i imagine me dancing with my husband in the snow. The snow fell to the ground and the Christmas light shined bright with colors as they beamed through the night. I rub my belly as my daughter Casey bounce with joy as she gets a taste of the warm hot chocolate I'm feeding to her. Nights like this are why I love to begin a wife, and I love knowing that I will become a Mother any day now. My husband is working a little late as it should be, knowing he has to run several Hotels and Resorts, Plus he's CEO of a Law Firm, so busy for him is nothing. Ashton was well known, but he's also the walking devil, as I will say. He was rude to his clients, and now he hated me because im carrying his daughter and not a son to inherit his business.
By Keia Smith3 years ago in Fiction