Good morning, beautiful. Only the ones who inspire them.
I sat on the bed, staring at my phone and waiting for those text bubbles to appear. It was only mid-morning. Depending on what she did for work, she was probably sleeping in. I wondered what a woman as beautiful as her did for a living. She had a nurturing energy about her but a directness. Maybe healthcare or social work.
My mind got away from me as I envisioned me picking her up from work. Cooking dinner for her and Melo. Movie nights. Trips. My heart twisted in my chest because although my son was surrounded by women who loved him, he had never had a mother figure.
Whoever entered our lives would need to have the desire to fill that role. It wasn't to be taken lightly, and I would never want to make any woman I pursued feel obligated. I would want her to be there because she wanted to be. Because she loved my son as much as I did.
That’s the only way it would work.
There could be no hesitation.
Gianna seemed excited when I told her about Melo. But he was a cute kid. He pulled on most woman's heartstrings. That didn’t mean she would want to be his stepmother.
Just then I heard Kendrix's voice in my head.
"Relax my love. Take it slow."
I exhaled slowly closing my eyes. I was always a full speed ahead kind of man. Always thinking ten steps ahead and weighing all the variables in any situation. It was Dri who taught me how to slow down and appreciate the present. To savor the moment and let the future come when it came.
It was one of the many things that drew me to her. Her ease—the way she was able to just quiet my mind with a touch, a look, or a smile. I missed her so much.
The phone chimed in my hand and my heart skipped when I saw her message.
Possible contact name Gianna Taylor:
Good morning. So I inspire you? I'm flattered.
Smiling I replied:
You inspire and intrigue me, Gianna. Does this mean you're reconsidering this whole not dating thing?
I saved her number asBeautifuland waited for her reply—
Beautiful:Maybe. I'm not sure yet.
