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✨This is the continuation of Dreamin 3. Read to find out what happens.✨
That day I spent a lot of time thinking alone by myself. I couldn't talk to Joey about it. I know he'd be team Christopher at the end of the day. By the time I got home all of the lights were off except the lights upstairs.
I took off my coat and shoes before washing my hands. I took my time downstairs before going to the bedroom. On my way there I stopped in Story's room to see her sitting at her little desk.
I poked my head in her doorway. "Boo" I said before hiding behind the wall.
I could hear some movement before seeing her poke her head into the hallway. She looked at me before a smile grew on her face. Her face lit up full of bliss.
"Mom!" She ran into me wrapping her arms around me. Story lifted her head up too look at me.
"Hey baby, what were you doing?"
"I was drawing"
"My little Picasso, show me" I demanded.
She took my hand leading me into her room and to her desk. I picked up a paper with a beautifully drawn sketch. It was impressive for a seven year old.
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"Oh my good baby, this is impressive" I said lifting up the paper to my face. This must be what she's learning in that expensive ass private school.
"Thank you mom, Mrs. Bulluck taught us how to sketch dogs now I can't stop. Since we can't get a dog" she said giving me a sad face batting her eyes at me.
I began to giggle. "Baby your daddy's allergic you know what'll happen if we got a dog?"
"Yeah he'd be sick all the time right?"
"Yes and we'd probably have way to many trips to the hospital" I giggled. "Why don't you draw coco for aunty Toya" I said referring to Latoya.
Story nodded her head before jumping back into her seat at her desk. I gave her one last glance before leaving her room. Before I opened the door to my bedroom I took a deep breath in closing my eyes before exhaling.
Entering the room I made immediate eye contact with Christopher who was standing in the middle of the room. He was barefoot in his grey sweatpants and white wife beater holding his hands behind his back.
He lifted his eyes up from the ground meeting mine. His brows softened as he held his stare with those loving eyes. They were so magnetic I couldn't look away although I wanted to badly.
