Moments later, I felt the cold of the water as we splashed into it. I couldn't swim, but it didn't matter. He still held me securely in his arms and brought us to the surface. When my head came above the water, the only thing I could do was yell.
I don't even remember what I yelled, but it was a sound that was a mix between fear, adrenaline and outright fascination. My man had just flipped off the second floor balcony into the pool, with me in his arms—wow!
My body was pulsating with excitement. I looked at him amazed.
“I don't know how to swim!” I gasped.
“That's alright, I got you.”
And then he was kissing me. Goodness gracious, making passionate love under water while adrenaline was flowing through your veins is quite the rush.
So yeah, like I was saying, I thought I had seen all he was capable of with that little stunt. However, I was so wrong.
So very wrong!
I was soon to discover another layer to my man. One that was beyond anything I thought I would ever witness with my own eyes. My husband was all that I mentioned before, but he was no doubt— vicious!
And yes, I witnessed it firsthand.
That morning started off like any other. I made some Bran Muffins and he sat at the table and ate like five of them as he read through the Wall Street Journal. I had one to go with my coffee as I looked through a garden book I had received in the mail.
I felt his gaze on me so I looked up. I smiled because he was staring at me in that way that he does when he studies me.
“What?” I asked.
“I had a weird dream last night.”
I put down my book and put my elbow on the table resting my head against my raised palm.
“About what?”
He looked thoughtful for a minute. “I dreamt about the man with no shoes.”
“Wow, what happened?”
He shook his head slightly. “I don't know. We were on a dark abandoned street, and he was sitting there on what looked like a milk crate. He said that the Ancient of Days fought for me, but he was going to soon show me how to fight on my own. He said when I see the king, I should follow him.” He frowned.
“And something about certain one’s not dying unless you remove the heart or the head. I turned to walk away from him, but he called me back and said the life I chose for myself is not the one I was meant to live.” He then stopped talking and waited for me to make sense from what he'd just said.
I blinked over at him, just as lost as he was about the dream.
“Maybe you were meant to be a farmer.” I laughed at the look of horror that came across his face.
He shivered coming to his feet. “Hell no, he didn't mean that!”
I opened my mouth with feigned offense. “Hey, I'm a farmer!”
He reached down wrapping one arm around my waist, lifting me up out the chair, bringing me to his lips. His almond vanilla tasting kiss was drugging. When he was done, he let me slide back down in my chair.
“You used to be a farmer.” He called over his shoulder as he headed up to his office. “Now you’re just a gardener!”
Chuckling, I stood and began cleaning up our breakfast mess. His words were true. I use to have a farm, now I had a garden. I helped Gabrielle do a little cleaning before changing into my overalls, heading out to my little garden.
My Raspberry and Blueberry shrubs came in the mail yesterday and I couldn't wait to get them planted. Gabriel said he didn't care if I turned the whole back yard into one big bush, just as long as I was happy. So I sat down and sketched me out a floor plan.
I was going to plant as many berry bushes as I could get back there. And I was going to leave a section to grow some other stuff; like greens and tomatoes. I had gotten so wrapped up in gardening that I lost track of time. When I looked up, the sun was beginning to set.
The sound of my phone ringing is what drew my attention. Getting up from of my knees, I dusted my hands off on my pants before hurrying back into the house to answer my phone. I frowned because I didn't recognize the number; not that I had a bunch of people calling me in the first place.
“Hello!”
“Hey Yas, it's me Shanice, how you doing?” My first instinct was to hang up the phone. Remembering how easy it was for her to abandon me for a buck. But it was something in her voice that made me hesitate.
“I'm good, how are you?”
“Umm… not so good, and I know you probably don’t care. But I just needed to call you and apologize for being such a horrible friend. I’m getting ready to leave town for a while and go to rehab, clean my life up. I was just wondering if you will have a cup of coffee with me before I leave.”
“When are you leaving?” I asked in better spirits. She was going to rehab. Thank God.
“In about an hour, can you meet me at the Starbucks around the corner from your house?”
“What, you mean now?” I looked at my chicken that was thawing in the sink. I was already late starting dinner.
“If you can't do it, that's alright. I just wanted to say bye to you before I left.”
“No, I can come. I'll be there in a minute.”
“Thanks… oh and Yas!” She called when I was about to hang up the phone.
“Yeah.”
“Please don't tell Gabriel you’re coming to
