Waiting For Mr. Left (Interracial)

Ch 16: No Doubt

I warn you, this will be a short chapter. Full update coming soon.

I can't sleep. My head is all over the place. Lord, we need to talk. I can't focus. I keep having this horrible dream that I'll be a bad wife to Angelo. I want to be perfect for him. You've made him such a beautiful man, inside and out. I just want to treat him the way he deserves to be treated. He's so wonderful to me, I want to be just as wonderful to him. I want to be the perfect Proverbs 31 wife to him. I love him so much...

I am interrupted by the phone ringing. I look at the screen and Angelo's smiling face flashes across the screen. I pick up with a smile.

"Hey beautiful. Talk to me baby. What's the matter?"

I look at the phone in shock. "How...?"

He chuckles. "Dad woke me up and said you needed to talk. I'm listening. What's on your mind baby?"

I bite my lip unsure. "I...I don't want to mess this up."

"Mess what up?"

I sigh. "Us."

He's quiet for a few moments. "Get dressed. Meet me downstairs in 30 mins."

"Okay."

We hang up. I get out of my bed, grab some gray sweats, a white V neck t-shirt, and my black and white nikes. 

I brush my teeth, wash my face, grab my keys, my wallet and my phone, and head downstairs. He's waiting for me. I get in the car.

He looks into my eyes for a few moments, like he's searching every inch of my soul. He nods and drives off. We make it back to his house and head straight to the backyard. There's sheets hug from some low branches at rear of the yard. He also hung some white christmas lights around. On the ground there are pillows in various shapes and sizes laying on top of a blanket. There is another blanket rolled up to the side. In the center of the pillow nest, is a tray with fruit, chocolate, grape juice, and water.

It's like all the breath is stolen from me. I look up at him with tears in my eyes. "I..."

He smiles softly. "I know." He takes my hand and sits me at the edge of blanket. He takes my shoes and socks off, before removing his. He joins me in the makeshift tent and we head toward the center. He lays back on the pillows and pats the space next to him.

I lay down facing him.

He turns toward me.

We just stare at one another, communicating with our eyes.

His hand caresses the side of my face. "You could never mess us up baby. We're handcrafted by God himself, for each other. He made us perfect for one another. We are equal in every way baby. Perfectly matched. I'm not saying that it will be perfect all the time. We're going to have disagreements sometimes. And yeah, we may struggle for a bit as newly weds, but once the dust settles, we'll be stronger together. No matter what, we work through everything together. We are partners. Mistakes are okay. God is our counselor, our mediator, our referee. As long as we stick together with Him...we can't fail, or mess this up."

He lefts himself onto his elbow, still facing me. "I love you Nahia. With every atom of my being. And I know you love me. As long as everything we do is from a place of love, we'll be just fine. Okay?" He says wiping the tears that escaped.

I nod.

"Say it."

I smile. "We'll be just fine."

He smiles and kisses me. I swear, that kiss mends every torn part of my soul. Washes away every ounce of doubt about us and our future together.

Lord, what did I do to deserve this man? Being with him is like having You here with me physically. Looking into his eyes is like looking into Your Soul. Listening to him is like hearing them straight from Your Lips. Being in his arms is like being wrapped up in Your Spirit. My God. It's like You built a body for Yourself, so that You could be with me. What did I do Lord? I never want to lose this. Not him, and definitely not You; ever. Thank you doesn't seem strong enough a phrase to fully describe how I want to...thank you. It's like the words don't exist on this earth. Like they haven't been discovered. Like the earth isn't big enough to contain them. God! How do you love me so much?

I stop kissing him and look into his eyes. And it's like a damn breaks in my spirit and I can't contain whats in me, it just starts flowing from my tongue. It's like our spirits are aligned and he starts speaking in tongues too. I have no idea how I know, that he knows everything that I'm saying, but I know he does. And I understand everything he's saying. Our hearts are saying the same thing, in a language that only the Spirit of God speaks.

By the time we are through, we're both out of breath and burning up inside. Once we catch our breath, we laugh. I have never felt so light and filled in my spirit before.

"That was new." He says chuckling.

I laugh. "Yeah. I love you Angelo Raphael Alexandre Flores."

He smiles. "I love you too Nahia Rose Flores."

I giggle. "Not for another two weeks."

He leans closer to me. "I don't need some ceremony, and a piece of paper as evidence that you're my wife. God chose you to be my wife from before the foundations of the world. That's all the evidence I need Mrs. Flores."

I swoon, sighing happily.

We spend the rest of the night talking until we fall asleep in each other's arms.

I know this one was shorter than I usually post. I'll update with a real chapter soon. I just felt the need for this filler.

How are my Awesomettes and Awesomites doing? I hope all is well you.

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Baci Baci!