Rise Above {Gabrielle Union X Idris Elba}

Chapter Fourteen

Comment comment!!!!! Don't be a ghost!

Gabrielle
On one of my rare days off, I decide to stay home and chill. I told my assistant to not call me about work unless it's a REAL emergency. Aria is at school and I have the house mostly to myself. My maid, Jenny, is here cleaning. My cook is off for the day.

I walk downstairs after my long morning shower to relieve her of her duties. She's in the kitchen mopping the floor.

"Good morning," I say to her as I walk into the kitchen.

"Good morning, Miss Union. Did you sleep well?" She asks cordially.

I silently roll my eyes,"I did. Thanks for asking,"

I open my fridge stuffed with organic and healthy foods and snacks. It's funny how I want my daughter eating healthy yet I eat a bunch of junk food.

"Hey Jen," I say while turning around,"The house is almost always pretty clean. Why don't you take the rest of the day off."

She looks up at me confused,"I have a list of things that I was gonna do. I haven't even vacuumed,"

"It's fine. Before I was rich, I cleaned my own house. Go home and get some rest." I encourage.

"Are you sure? I can leave at noon,"

"Nah, you deserve it."

She smiles and nods before heading to the bathroom to wash her hands. I don't know what to eat... Eggs? Pancakes.... It's embarrassing because I haven't cooked in months. My chef has always been doing it for Aria and I. I take out the eggs as Jenny enters the kitchen.

"Gonna cook something?" She asks with a bit of amusement on her face.

"Yep, leave while it's safe," I say with a chuckle.

She laughs at that and says goodbye. I hear the front door open and close. Now the house is really to myself. Stephen and I have been talking for a week now. Everyday with him is amazing I hate to say. He made it clear that he didn't want to kiss until we both felt it was truly right.

Should I call him or should I wait for him to call me? ....... I need to hear his voice. I dial his number on my phone and wait for him to pick up.

"What's up, gaga?" He says picking up.

I grin. That's the ugly nickname he's given to me once out of the blue.

"I'm at home making breakfast."

"You finally have the day off? And you're cooking?! I must be dreaming," he says in surprise.

"Oh shut up. Are you gonna come over or what?" I ask.

"Is there gonna be a third person there?" He asks.

"Uh. It's just me and Jesus," I chuckle,"I really want to see you, Stephie,"

He sighs. I know he doesn't want to come over unless someone else is here. Long story short, if we're alone, we might do things that we shouldn't be doing.