DESIRE

38

September 17, 2018
4 PM
Monday
Diane's POV: I sat down on the carpet floor, packing up for our vacation to Antigua. We were leaving late tomorrow night and I wanted to make sure I had everything. I can't wait to get out of here. I wanted to just be away from home, to have nothing to worry about, just having Marshall by my side. I scanned through my dresser looking for a few bikinis I could take. I felt hands on my shoulders and smiled looking up at Marshall. He leaned down placing a kiss on my temple. "Hey mama, you doin' good?"

"Yeah, just packing for vacation," I replied, looking back down at my bikinis. "The black or red one?"

"How bout both?" He chuckled walking towards the end of the bed and sitting down. He watched me smirking down at me. "I mean, you could just be on the beach naked."

I rolled my eyes and giggled. "Not happening, baby. Nice try." I smiled and picked up the red one, placing it into my suitcase. "Have you figured out where we are staying?"

He nodded, "Yeah, but it's a surprise. I ain't telling you where we're staying." He smiled.

I smiled and got off the floor walking towards him. His strong arms wrapped around my waist, pulling me into him. "I'm excited to go on vacation with you. All I wanna do is be near you."

"Me too baby." He smiled and kissed my cheek. He slapped my right ass cheek and stood up. "Finish up packing, imma go make us some dinner." He exited the room.

I smiled watching him leave and went back to packing. I finished up and placed my suitcase near my closet and headed downstairs. I smelt chicken and mushrooms cooking in a pan and went into the kitchen. Marshall was sautéing mushrooms and zucchini in a pan, while the chicken cooked in another. I leaned forward on the counter and watched him. "I can't believe you're actually cooking."

"You sayin' I can't cook or something?" He smirked at me.

I shook my head and walked over to him. "No, but you usually just cook something easy. Like mac n' cheese in a box." I giggled. "You like to cook the easy way."

He rolled his eyes playfully, "Well I wanted to change it up a bit. Cook for my girl." He smiled. "So, are you excited to finally leave tomorrow?" He placed his hand on my lower back rubbing in a comforting manner.

"Very excited, I haven't had a couples vacation since my honeymoon with Greg really," I commented and leaned against the counter. "I am excited to be away from home, be somewhere else. Do you ever just wanna pack up and leave Detroit?"

He shrugged, "I mean sometimes. But I have my kids. I wanna be close to them, as close as I can be. But I've thought about moving sometimes. I don't know where I'd go. I couldn't move to Los Angeles or New York, too much paparazzi. We don't have any here. So I am free to go a lot of places, without being followed." He grabbed two plates from the cabinet and set them down on the counter. "If you ever moved, where would you go?'

"I've always wanted to move to New York. I love the atmosphere. It's so different, not like any other place I've traveled to. It's beautiful, but I don't know. I don't think I'd ever move unless I needed to."

"Yeah, New York is pretty cool. But I don't think I would ever move there." He chuckled plating himself up dinner. We headed towards the dining table and sat down talking for a while. He stood up taking my plate and his once I finished. "You know... I would love it if you moved into my place someday." He called from the kitchen. I turned in my seat and gave him a small smile.

"Well, I would have to think about it, If I decided to sell the house it would partially be Greg's as well. Even though I bought it. I'd have to give him half." I sighed. "And what about the girls? I wouldn't ever want them to feel like they couldn't move into their dad's house."