Chapter 1 : The Start of Something New

I arrived at the house, the scariest, most terrifying moment of my life. I had just finished my dramatic cry because of how terribly I missed my family, even though they just dropped me off and left. It still hurt. I found a job here in Twinbrook, as a stylist. I'd gone to school for it and it just seemed I couldn't find a job close to home. Not even in Bridgeport. I would have much rathered live there than here. Mother couldn't be more than ecstatic about it, she knew for sure I'd find the perfect husband here and start a family. I couldn't be less thrilled. I wanted to live a little, go party every night, get wasted. Have a little fun. Looks like that wasn't going to happen. 

 My first day of work was pretty chill and I was pretty surprised that my uniform wasn't bad. I thought since I was new they'd make me dress like a complete idiot but I actually loved my outfit! It was adorable, and non-medicated glasses were actually fun to wear. They made me look smart. The hairstyle they wanted me in was a struggle though, I don't like the braided crown look. It's old-fashioned. I sent mother a picture, she loved it. Figures. Well the next day I was walking to the police station to get my finger prints done, and I spotted this guy, he had on a shirt with that cute death face people use on the internet. He was reading a book. I thought it was cute, reading outside of a police station. For no reason. It was adorable to me. Don't ask, I need help...

Anywho, on my way out of the station, he spoke to me. 

 "Uhm, hi...My names Isaiah, I know this is cheesy but I saw you walking in a little while ago and I had to wait out here for you. You're absolutely gorgeous."

"Sorry to burst your bubble, but I'm not interested." Go me!

"It's fine, I just had to say something I couldn't resist such a beautiful woman as yourself." He was flattering but I wasn't getting involved my first two days in the neighborhood.

"Thank you, Isaiah." Or was I because I was blushing pretty hard.

Needless to say, he got my name and number and we had a date. Oh dear, I had a serious weakness for men.

 The date was so fun, I dressed casually in something I'd wear every day, just going out as friends. He dressed casually as well. I was pretty shy the whole time, but something in him brought out my normal silly side, and I felt good for once living here. He seemed to really be digging me, and I was diggin' him pretty hard myself. He was just so sweet, and casual. I really liked him. He dropped me off at home afterward. 

 "You know, Inspiration...I really like you, and I'd really like to continue seeing you."

 "So would I, I really like you, Isaiah." What was getting into me? I was getting weak!

 His sweet talk go the best of me, I couldn't resist. His lips were calling me, but why in the world was I kissing him! Mother would be pleased, but seriously. I was really becoming a softy!

 "Sorry, I...I just..."

"It's okay, beautiful, It's fine. Relax lady-love." he teased.

 "Relax, I will NEVER hurt you, Inspiration. I love you. I know it sounds crazy, but I do. Since the first time I laid eyes on you. I loved you since that moment. I knew you'd be my next target...I mean, I knew you'd be mine..."

What the hell did he mean by target?

 "I love you, trust me...I'll never hurt you. Ever. I don't make promises if I'm not sure."

"O..Okay..."

Weeks passed, and so did months and we were really hitting it off. Lunch dates, dinner, kisses. Love like he said, and he was making me so happy. He was a beautiful man and his strong embrace made me feel so safe. He was really the best thing that had ever happened to me. Even at home I wasn't this happen. I'd been hit with the Love Jones. 

A few months later, I proposed. Mother thought it would be cute if I did it, because it wasn't really custom. So I did, and he accepted, and about three weeks later we'd run to city hall and got married. That night we tried for our first child. After a while we found out that it would be hard for me to conceive.

 That's when we adopted Willow, the sweetest little butterfly to ever touch my heart, other than her father. She was so beautiful and she was perfect. From head to toe, I loved that child more than I loved life itself.

"I'm just saying, maybe we should try again?" 

"No, Isaiah, I don't want to get my hopes up again just to get them shot down again. I can't do this anymore." 

"Can we please? PLEASE?"

"No, It's my body. NO."

"Fine..."

"We have a beautiful baby now, why try?"

"She's not technically our, yeah by law but not by blood."

"I'm not trying again, end of discussion."

We tried again. He just had a way of talking to me, and I couldn't resist him.

"ISAIAH!" I shouted, it had been a few months since we tried and I was so excited because I'd felt something, something like a pocket of gas, but I knew this feeling was a little different. 

Plus I saw a little protrusion of my stomach when the feeling occurred. It was a kick. It had to be.

"What? Are you okay honey?" 

"Mhm, I felt a kick!"

 I was about to be a proud mother of two, beautiful Willow and my little unknown love.

Love that was growing inside of me.