Not everything that glistens is gold, didn't your mother tell you that growing up?✨
Born with a nothing short of a gold spoon in her mouth as the heir to one of the richest Dynasties in Jamaica, the young Ms.Carter has life set out for her. From her...
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Ellieanna Carter Thursday,Jan.25 11:11 p.m.
He finally sits on the bed, I climb across our California king and hug onto his back. He sighs obviously exhausted.
"Lay down papito you're tired." I tell him softly, he turns his face to look at me. Observing my eyes, I just stare back at him a smile automatically forming on my face.
My handsome love.
He shakes his head and chuckles, I furrow my eyebrows.
"What is it?" I ask curious about his behavior.
"I think our daughter is in-love or falling into it." He informs me, I wait for him to elaborate carefully combing his locks to the back of his head with my hands.
"What makes you say that?" I ask curious to know what could've given him that idea.
"You both have the same look in your eyes..when she's speaking to him the way how she behinds to act, her speech and her facial expression...our daughter is smitten." He tells me, I smile.
"What is the look?" I just have to ask, "The same one I've been seeing in your eyes since our little adventure in Havana." He meets my eyes, I blush at the memory.
He smirks, I push him. That was definitely the night I fell inlove with him.
We were supposed to be practicing my English, somehow we ended up in the city exploring.
Damian's had my heart in the palm of his hand since.
"So isn't this a good thing?" He sighs, I wrap my arms around his waist and hug him. He rubs my arms making me feel soft and tender.
"Jah know...him background clean apart from a likkle one thing, know him family from a taller time due to certain links. But part a me just feel hesitant...nuh wah see me princess get hurt again after wah she go through wid da waste man deh." He expresses to me, my face softens.
Damien is only this expressive of his feelings with me, his vulnerability. A side he doesn't let the public see, it's part of why I love him so much.
He'll always express his feelings to me and make mine feel heard in return.
I rub his chest when I speak, "I understand but she has to move on, I'm terrified for her too. I never want to see her in that state again. It scared the hell out of me, but we also have to trust her that she knows what she's doing."
He breathes, I kiss his back. He's just staring at me in the mirror at the side of our bed. He lifts my hand that's around his waist and kisses me on my wedding ring finger.
