Mya

The soft glow of morning light filtered through the curtains, coaxing me out of sleep. The house was still and quiet, a stark contrast to the usual chaotic energy of my life. I stretched beneath the covers, a sigh escaping my lips as I let go of the remnants of sleep, grounding myself back into the present. The room felt different today less heavy, more peaceful. I’d always prided myself on keeping a clean space, but there was something about this place that still didn’t feel like home. Maybe it was the lack of… well, everything I wanted it to be.

I swung my legs off the side of the bed and planted them on the floor. The cold hardwood sent a little shiver up my spine. I walked into the kitchen, making myself a cup of coffee, letting the warmth seep through me. As I drank it, I could feel the tension of the past few days begin to melt away. There was a lot I had to do today starting with cleaning. Not that I minded. Cleaning had always been my way of finding order in chaos.

I moved quickly through the house, sweeping, dusting, and tidying as I went. My mind was on autopilot as I worked, but my heart was lighter than it had been in a while. The days had been long since I’d left Jordan’s side, and despite everything that had happened, there was something in me that yearned for him.

With the house sparkling and the silence surrounding me again, I slipped into the living room, grabbing my phone to drown out the quiet. I needed music something familiar, something that could match my mood. I tapped on my playlist, letting Zyn’s voice flood my senses. His music had a way of soothing me, grounding me in a world that always felt like it was spinning too fast.

I settled onto the couch, the rhythm of the song mixing with my thoughts. I felt a pull to keep things simple today. After all, I’d had enough drama in my life lately. I closed my eyes for a moment, letting the music wrap around me like a warm embrace.

The phone rang, pulling me from my thoughts. It was Kate. I smiled, swiping to answer the call.

"Hey, Kate! How’s everything going with the kids?" I asked, my tone a mix of curiosity and relief.

"We made it, Mya," she replied, her voice filled with the comfort of familiarity. "The kids are doing fine. We’re settling in for the night, but I just wanted to let you know we got here safe."

I couldn’t help the smile that tugged at my lips. Kate had always been my anchor in this crazy world.

"Good. Take care of them, alright?" I told her, my voice softening. "I’ll let you know when I’m ready to come out there."

"Of course, I will," she responded. "Call me when you can. I miss you."

"I will. Take care of yourself," I said before hanging up.

I sat back for a moment, allowing myself to reflect. Kate and the kids had been a part of my life for so long. I wanted to be there for them, but there was still so much I had to figure out for myself. Life had this way of throwing curveballs, and I had to be strong enough to catch them.

Just as I settled back into my thoughts, my phone rang again this time, it was my parents. My stomach fluttered in a strange mix of excitement and tension. I hadn’t talked to them much lately, and I knew the conversation was bound to feel… complicated.

"Hello?" I answered, my voice carrying an edge of uncertainty.

"Mya, my dear! How are you? How’s life treating you?" My mother’s voice rang through the phone, full of warmth, but with that ever-present undertone of expectation.

"I'm doing alright, Mom," I said, smiling as I leaned back in the chair. "Business is picking up, and I’m managing."

"And how’s everything with your… situation? You’re doing well?" my father chimed in, his tone always stern, always wanting more.

I paused for a moment, contemplating my response. "Things are… complicated," I began. "But I’m managing. I’ve been working with Kate on a few things. It’s keeping me busy."

I could feel my parents’ eyes on me, even over the phone. "Well, when will you be coming home?" my father asked, his voice laced with a slight edge. "We haven’t seen you in a while."

I exhaled slowly, rubbing the back of my neck. "I’m not sure yet, Dad. Things are still up in the air, but I’ll let you know when I have a better idea."

We continued to talk for nearly two hours. The conversation was filled with questions I didn’t have answers to, with their expectations weighing heavily on me. But through it all, I remained calm. I had to. For them, and for me. I couldn’t let their doubts become my reality.

The call ended, leaving me exhausted but thoughtful. My life had always felt like it was split in two directions between the life I wanted to build for myself and the life my parents wanted for me. But in the quiet of my house, I realized something: maybe I could find a way to have both.

Just as I was about to get up and move on to my next task, my phone rang again. My heart skipped a beat when I saw the caller ID Jordan.

I quickly answered, excitement bubbling in my chest.

"Mya," his voice came through the phone, deep and steady, as though he was speaking to me from a place of certainty. "I want to see you."

I paused, my mind racing. "What’s going on?"

"I’ve got a surprise for you," he continued. "I want you to wear your best outfit. Trust me on this one."

I could hear the mischief in his tone, and I couldn’t help but smile.

"Alright, I’ll make sure to look my best," I replied, trying to keep my voice steady despite the anticipation building inside me.

"I’ll send a car for you," he said, and with that, the call ended.

A thrill surged through me. A surprise? From Jordan? This was bound to be something special. I walked to my bedroom, the excitement making my heart beat a little faster.

I stood in front of my closet, my mind racing as I sifted through my options. Then I saw it the dress. The one that would make me feel powerful, beautiful, and ready for whatever Jordan had planned.

It was the black dress I had always kept for special occasions. The fabric was sleek, hugging my curves in all the right places, with a deep neckline that left just enough to the imagination. As I slipped into it, I could feel it mold to my body, creating a perfect silhouette. The fabric felt soft yet firm, giving me a sense of elegance, but also a touch of daring. I couldn’t help but admire myself in the mirror.

I grabbed my makeup kit, applying just enough to highlight my best features. My hair, which I had kept simple lately, I decided to style into soft waves. The look felt confident, refined, but still a little playful.

I was ready.

An hour passed, and just as I finished my last touch-up, my phone buzzed again. It was Jordan.

“The car’s on its way,” he told me. "I'll see you soon."

The black Mercedes Benz was waiting outside when I stepped out of my apartment. The sleek black vehicle gleamed in the soft evening light, and I felt a little flutter in my chest. I slid into the car, the smooth leather of the seats cool against my skin. The drive was quiet but exhilarating, and I couldn’t help but wonder where Jordan was taking me.

When we arrived at the restaurant, the grandeur of the place took my breath away. It was massive, beautiful, and elegant a perfect setting for whatever surprise Jordan had planned.

As the driver opened the door for me, I stepped out onto the red carpet, my heels clicking softly against the stone. He led me inside, and as soon as the door closed behind us, I felt a blindfold being gently tied around my eyes.

I stiffened, my pulse quickening, but there was something reassuring about Jordan’s touch, something that made me trust him completely.

The sound of our footsteps echoed through the grand hall as I felt his hand firmly guide me. The blindfold was secure, and my senses were heightened as we moved.

Suddenly, I felt his hand brush against my lower back, sending a shock of electricity through me. His touch was intimate, possessive like he was marking his territory. And I couldn’t resist.

He removed the blindfold, and my eyes adjusted to the dim light of the room. When I looked up, I was stunned. Jordan stood before me, looking absolutely captivating.

He wore a crisp white shirt, sleeves rolled up to show off his muscular forearms, and black slacks that fit him like they were made for him. The necklace around his neck gleamed in the soft light, and his watch caught the glint of the chandelier above us. His dark eyes locked onto mine, and I could see the affection in them. The way he looked at me made my heart skip a beat.

“Do you like it?” he asked, a smile playing on his lips.

“I do,” I whispered, my voice thick with emotion.

“I booked the entire restaurant just for the two of us,” he said, his tone low and confident. "For tonight, it's just us."

We sat down to eat a meal fit for royalty, and from that moment, I knew this evening would be unforgettable. Jordan had truly outdone himself, booking the entire restaurant just for the two of us, a gesture that left me speechless. As the first course arrived smoked salmon with avocado and truffle oil I looked across the table, my heart swelling with appreciation. Jordan was always thoughtful, always making sure that every detail was perfect.

Our meal unfolded like a beautifully choreographed dance. Each dish that came out was a masterpiece in itself, from the creamy lobster bisque to the rich, tender filet mignon. The wine was perfectly paired, and every bite felt like an indulgence in luxury, but more than the food, it was the way Jordan looked at me as we dined that made the evening feel so special. His gaze never wavered. He would smile softly, his eyes lighting up when our hands brushed, and when he touched me, I could feel the care in each gesture.

After we finished our meal, Jordan stood, offering me his hand. "Come on," he said, his smile inviting, "I have a surprise for you."

With no idea what to expect, I let him lead me through the elegant dining room and out onto the balcony. The night air was cool and crisp, and the city lights glittered below us, stretching out in every direction. But it was the rooftop view, with the stars scattered across the sky, that truly took my breath away. Jordan held my hand tightly as we stepped onto the rooftop, and I couldn't help but smile at how perfect everything was.

"You know, I always wanted to be here with someone special," Jordan said, his voice soft but filled with warmth.

I smiled up at him, my heart fluttering. "I can't imagine being here with anyone else."

As if on cue, he gently pulled me closer, his hand resting on the small of my back, guiding me into his arms. Without any words, he began to sway slowly, our bodies moving in sync to an unspoken rhythm. The night seemed to pause around us, the soft breeze carrying the scent of the city below. I laid my head against his chest, feeling his heart beat steady and strong, and for a moment, it was just the two of us, dancing under the stars.

Jordan pulled back slightly, his hands on my waist, as he looked into my eyes. His gaze softened, and for a moment, I felt like time had slowed even more. "Mya," he murmured, his voice almost a whisper, "I need to tell you something."

My heart raced at the intensity of his words. I looked up at him, searching his face. "What is it?"

Jordan took a deep breath, his hands now cupping my face gently, his thumbs brushing against my cheeks. "I love you," he said, his voice trembling slightly with emotion. "I love everything about you. Your eyes, your heart, your personality, your beauty... your body. But most of all, I love how you make me feel alive. You're my lifeline, Mya. And I want you to be the mother of my children. I want to spend the rest of my life with you."

Tears welled up in my eyes, and I could feel my heart breaking with the depth of his words. This man, the one who had shown me nothing but care, tenderness, and unwavering support, had just poured out his soul. My voice shook as I responded, "Jordan, I love you too. I love you so much. And I will always be here for you, no matter what happens. You mean everything to me."

He pulled me into his arms then, wrapping me tightly in a hug, and for a long moment, we just stood there, holding each other. The weight of our shared emotions hung in the air, mingling with the cool night breeze. It felt like the world had fallen away, and there was only us our love, our promises.

We stayed there for a while, just savoring the moment. Eventually, Jordan broke the silence, his voice soft and steady. "Let’s go back to the apartment," he suggested. "I have more surprises for you."

We walked hand-in-hand back inside, where our ride was waiting. As we drove back to the apartment, Teyana Taylor’s songs filled the car, and I couldn’t help but sing along. Jordan smiled at me, watching me as I belted out the lyrics with abandon, feeling the music in every part of me. The drive was intimate, filled with laughter and shared moments that made me realize how lucky I was to have him by my side.

When we arrived at the apartment, Jordan led me inside, where the warmth of the space embraced us. He helped me slip off my shoes, and we both headed straight for the bathroom. We decided to take a bath together, the warm water enveloping us as we relaxed in the tub. The soft bubbles created a peaceful atmosphere, and as we leaned back, we shared our thoughts.

"I love you so much," Jordan whispered, his voice filled with a tenderness that made my heart flutter. "Thank you for being with me tonight. You’ve made everything perfect."

Tears welled up in my eyes again, but this time they were tears of joy. "Thank you for making tonight unforgettable," I whispered back, my voice soft and full of love. "I don’t think I’ve ever felt so loved, so cherished."

We spent a long time in the bath, talking about our dreams, our future, and how lucky we were to have found each other. When we finally got out, we dried off and slipped into something comfortable. I borrowed one of Jordan's oversized black Nike T-shirts, and he wore his black Nike pants. We both wore matching black Nike socks, which made me laugh somehow it felt like an adorable, understated symbol of the life we were building together.

We settled on the couch, and before long, a playful mood swept over us. A pillow fight broke out, and we both laughed so hard our sides hurt. I pushed him gently, teasing him as I tried to grab the pillow from his hands. We were like kids, carefree and in love, enjoying each other’s company in the simplest of ways.

After the pillow fight, Jordan pulled up my favorite songs on his laptop, and we listened to the music together, swaying gently to the rhythm, enjoying the closeness between us. The night had been full of so many special moments, but it was these simple, intimate moments being together, laughing, singing, cuddling that felt the most meaningful.

We brushed our teeth together, both of us smiling in the mirror as we shared quiet, tender glances. When we finished, we crawled into bed, the soft sheets wrapping us in warmth. Jordan held me close, his arms around me as I laid my head on his chest. We didn’t need to say anything; the connection between us was enough.

As the music continued to play softly in the background, I felt my eyelids grow heavy, and before I knew it, I had drifted off to sleep, my body nestled against Jordan’s. The world outside didn’t matter anymore. All that mattered was the love we shared and the life we were building together.

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