Page 53 of Love Delayed

Mrs. C:Don’t thank me yet. Goodnight.

Me:GN.

Maybe God does answer prayers after all,I thought while walking to the kitchen to see what I could find to eat that would satisfy my cravings.

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Marcus

Waking up to Zamora the next morning felt like a dream I didn’t want to wake up from. I literally pinched myself to make sure it was real. For a long time, I thought she was gone forever, but He had favor on me and brought her back into my life. I didn’t even want to move, but I had to go to the bathroom. I kissed the side of her face before easing out of the bed. She stirred a little but didn’t wake up. After draining my pipe and brushing my chops, I grabbed my phone and headed to the living room. She looked so peaceful sleeping that I didn’t want to wake her yet.

Sitting on the sofa, I unlocked my phone and went to my contacts to search for my doctor’s office number. After being placed on hold three times, the staff member confirmed I could be seen that day since another patient had canceled their appointment. I was happy to hear that. I wanted to be one hundred percent sure I was STD-free before being sexually intimate with my baby.

Before returning to the bedroom to wake my angel, I used the room’s phone to call room service and order some of our favorites. I planted soft kisses on her face as she fanned the air, trying to swat me away.

“Wake up, baby,” I whispered in her ear.

“Noooooo, let me sleep longer, babe,” she said in a deep voice, sounding like Barry White.

I laughed. “No, Barry, it’s time to get up,” I playfully teased her.

Instantly, her head popped up.

“Say what now?” she quizzed.

“I’m just teasing because your voice is deep as hell. Lying here sounding like a man. I don’t swing that way,” I said, and we both laughed.

“You funny,” she replied and sat up in the bed.

I stared at her as she stretched and yawned, trying to wake fully.

“What, babe?” she asked, her head tilted. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“I’m just happy. Now get up and go brush yo’ teeth. Breakfast is on the way.”

“Damn. That bad, huh?” she said, covering her mouth.

“Yeah, your yawn was really loud. I mean, humming a funky tune,” I teased.

“Shut up,” she said and swatted me with a pillow.

“But I still love you,” I said sincerely.

It felt like our old selves––so natural, light, and easy.

“I know you do,” she returned, getting up from the bed.

She headed to the bathroom, and I headed to the front room. As I opened the curtains to let the light through the floor-to-ceiling windows, I thought we would be fine in the penthouse until we found a new place. I mean, I would never want to stay in a place where I knew Evan’s balls had lived their best life. So, I understood why she didn’t want to reside in a space Eliana had used.

I was about to check on her, but the bell sounded, alerting me that someone wanted access to our floor. When I looked at the camera, I saw room service with our breakfast.

“Baby, the food is here!” I yelled after pressing the button to grant them permission to our floor.

He wheeled the cart over and unloaded it, placing the plates on the dining table. I assured him that I would tip him later since my wallet was in the bedroom with zero cash inside.

“No worries, Mr. Coleman. Don’t worry about it.”

“Nope, I got you.”