Chapter 78 - Thankful For You

A/N: Lol at the picture 😂. Someone said this was Marshall back in the day in 1751 because he's getting old 💀.

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A/N Warning: This chapter contains mature themes.

Sadé's POV:

— Thanksgiving Day

It was 8:37 in the morning when I had woken up in bed alone. I patted the covers surrounding me, and sure enough Marshall was not there. I let out a yawn followed by a frown as I laid there, thinking about absolutely nothing as I tried to wake myself up mentally & physically. After a few minutes, I got up to freshen up quickly. I did a super quick morning routine, throwing my curly hair in a messy bun and changing into a lounge set after my shower.

I didn't bother getting ready for my day just yet because I knew I'd be cooking and helping set up since today is thanksgiving, which meant I needed to be able to move around, get dirty in the kitchen, and get down to business. So I threw my change of clean, comfortable clothes on along with my reading glasses. I grabbed my phone off of my nightstand and walked downstairs to the kitchen. The only people who were there were Hailie, Stevie, and Trinity. No Grandma Dolly, Marshall, Alaina, or Malik.

"Where's everyone else?" I sleepily ask as I look in the fridge for something light to eat.

"Oh, don't bother making breakfast. Dad and Malik went out to grab everyone coffee and breakfast this morning. They should be back soon." Stevie said, who was still in pajamas.

"Yea, everyone else is still asleep though." Trinity added, who was also still in pajamas.

It seemed like everyone was having a very chill morning, having a lazy start to their day much like myself.

"Oh, okay." I said in a surprised manner, closing the fridge.

They had all already resumed their conversation so I decided to not interrupt, and watch some tv in the living room, instead. It's not that I didn't want to join them, but I simply would rather have a few moments to myself this fine morning to clear my head before all the craziness began later on for the holiday. So I took a seat on the couch, turning on some Netflix.

I hadn't expected Marshall and Malik to willingly go somewhere together, if I'm being completely honest here. Yea they went out together yesterday, but Stevie was there with them too. I don't know, I just didn't expect them to be so... Cordial with one another as much as they are. I thought they'd simply be acquaintances or only hang out with each other if I forced them to like yesterday, not at their own will. I just didn't think they'd get so lose with one another, that's all. I'm not mad about it at all though. I'm actually glad they're getting along as good as they are.

It was around forty-five minutes later when I had finished watching an episode of Cooking With Paris on Netflix, and was half way through another episode when I heard the front door open and close followed by footsteps. I assumed it was the guys coming back with breakfast for everyone. I took my focus off of the show, turning my head to take a glance into the kitchen to see if I was right. Sure enough, I was. Marshall and Malik were there, handing everyone their requested orders from Starbucks and breakfast orders from Dennys. Marshall then turned around, walking towards me with two drinks in his hand and two takeout trays. He sat them in front of me on the coffee table, handing me one before handing me a coffee: A grande iced cinnamon dolce latte made with almond milk, topped with salted caramel cold foam and caramel drizzle - My usual. I internally smiled to myself that he remembered my order despite me never telling him what it was excerpt for once, which was months ago.

"I got your favorite." He said sweetly with a cheerful expression as he took a seat next to me on the couch.

"Aww, thank you." I responded, leaning into him momentarily, "And thank you for the breakfast too." I thanked him for his kindness.

"You're welcome, pretty girl. What are we watching?" He asked, grabbing his food as he started to eat, watching what was playing on the tv.

"Cooking With Paris. She's such an icon - One of the OG It girls." I answered his question, starting to eat my food as well.

We continued to eat and watch the show, enjoying the simplicity of the morning. I was excited to see the rest of my family later in the day, and to introduce Marshall to some of my other family members. However, I was a little anxious because my family is dysfunctional after all... And some of them I wasn't exactly too fond of. But, I pushed those feelings aside, choosing not to worry about that right now.

— In The Kitchen, 12:50

It was only me and my grandmother in the kitchen, getting thanksgiving dinner ready. For as long as I could remember, Grandma Dolly always did the cooking on the holidays because she was the best cook in the family. She knew all her flavors and recipes like the back of her hand. She never used anyone else's directions, recipes, or anything. They were all homemade, created by her, using skills, techniques, and tastebuds. Apparently, her mother wasn't a great cook and she vowed to be better at it so that she could feed her family.

So whenever the holidays came, she was the head chef, telling everyone what to do and how to do it. My mother was like her sous chef. She was always in the kitchen right next to her, helping her cook. At one point, she even did all the cooking herself so that my grandmother could have a break as she got older, but she never left the kitchen entirely. She was always be around, teaching her new techniques and helping her out.

And being the curious little girl I was, I would always step into the pit to see what all the commotion was about. I would always beg to be the taste-tester as an excuse to get samples out of them before dinner was ready because it was so delicious. Then tasting turned into me being curious on how certain things were made, then they started letting me do little things to help out; Such as putting the ingredients in, stirring the pot, measuring the ingredients out, or even cutting vegetables. That's when I really got into cooking because it fascinated me how different ingredients could turn into something so flavorful and wonderful.

Then my mom died... My grandmother no longer had her sous chef in the kitchen by her side to help her out or cook when she was too tired to do it herself. It was how my mom and grandma bonded. They were always trying out new recipes, or showing each other a new way to cook something. She started cooking alone, rushing to get it over with so that she could feed us all and go take a seat to be left alone. She didn't enjoy it as much anymore. When I took notice, I stepped up to my mothers position, and helped in the kitchen. That's when I started to learn even more than before, and when grandma Dolly really started to cook with love again. She always told me to cook from the heart because it transfers to the food and into other peoples heart.

Even when I stopped cooking because of my eating disorders, that never left me. So when I really got back into it, I always made sure to cook with love. Not only because it helped me survive and heal, but because that's what Grandma Dolly taught me.

So now, I always cook on the holidays. It's my duty. I'm her sous chef now, much like I was to my mother, and like my mother was to her. And now we cook together, preparing all the food by ourselves. Even when we don't get along, with tension in the air, we cook together. It's our thing. It makes me feel like sometimes there is hope for our relationship to rekindle to how it used to be, when it was safe and not toxic. That maybe one day we could be one big happy family again. But until that happens, I'll continue to cook with her, living in my delusion.

We had already made all the desserts yesterday along with the deviled eggs, and potato salad. I was currently in the middle of making the mashed potatoes while Grandma Dolly prepared the Turkey and stuffing/dressing.

I was peeling the skin off the potatoes, dropping them in a bowl of cold water to be rinsed and boiled so that I could mash them. It only took about 15 minutes to to peel them all since I have all the motions down pact, and have done this countless times. I then started mashing them, making sure it was smooth without any clumps. I added heavy cream, sour cream, butter, salt pepper, a little bit of garlic powder and onion powder, mixing it in for taste. I topped it off lightly with chives for presentation before moving on to the other side dishes.

That was before Grandma Dolly stopped me to have me do a favor for her. She noticed that everyone was doing their parts in helping around the house: Me & her in the kitchen, Trinity & Stevie tidying up the house where needed, and Hailie & Alaina setting up the decorations. But there was no Marshall and no Malik. I looked up, peering out the window, and there they were in the distance playing basketball.

"Honey, go tell those two goofballs to bring they little tails inside and help set up them decorations. They know damn well they aren't exempt from doing work because they men." She let out annoyingly, "Better use them muscles to do something or else they ain't gonna be eating later." She said smugly.

"Alright." I obliged, seeing as she made a pretty valid point.

I washed my hands before leaving the house. I made my way outside, walking to the basketball court. They were caught up in a competitive game, talking smack, sweating, and running around making shots. I watched them for a few seconds in a amusement before making my presence known.

"Hey!" I yelled so that they could hear me.

Marshall glanced at me briefly before taking one more shot then pausing the game. Malik stood pacing the court to catch his breath.

"Grandma said to go inside and help set up." I said simply passing the message along.

"Ight. We'll be there in a few minutes after this game." Malik said breathing heavily while Marshall chugged a bottle of water.

"Uhmm, no you're not. You're helping, now." I told him sassily.

"What? Why can't we just finish the game? It's game point!" He tried to reason with me.

I just gave him a blank stare with my hands on my hips as I looked at him.

"You wanna eat sleep and starvation for dinner?" I sarcastically asked him with an attitude.

"Bruh." Malik grumbled.

Marshall immediately started laughing, spitting out his water by accident. Malik shot him a glare as he walked past, going inside to help.

"I don't know why you're laughing, sir." I snapped my head toward Marshall who gave me a side eye as he struggled to hold in his laughter, trying to be serious now.

"You can eat sleep for dinner too."

He walked up to me, looking down with a devious smirk on his face.

"I'd rather eat something else, baby." He winked at me, causing me to gasp at his vulgarity.

He gave my butt a soft smack as he walked off, leaving me outside alone. I was too stunned to speak as I just looked around, wondering what the hell just happened here. Once I got over my shock, I walked back inside to get back to cooking.

Marshall and Malik were outside setting up the outdoor decorations while the girls were inside setting up the indoor decorations, like the table.

— Early In The Afternoon

It was 3:03 in the afternoon when everyone & everything was practically ready for dinner. Most of the food was prepared, everyone was dressed, and the table was already set - the house decorated beautifully. Grandma Dolly was in the kitchen doing her last minute touches on the dishes, and all that was really left to do was to wait for everyone to arrive. In the meantime, we were all chilling around the lounge room, having a good time. Marshall was was watching a football game with Malik & Stevie, and me & the rest of the ladies were taking pictures of our outfits.

Marshall and I actually weren't matching in the slightest, which didn't bother me because it wasn't that big of a deal. He wore his all black attire: Black pants, black t-shirt, black & white Jordan Retro 4s, and some silver jewelry to add accents of color. He actually didn't wear a hat today, which kind of surprised me because he usually almost always does. It's like a comfort item for him. Anyways, he looked really good. The fact that his tattoos were on display, his short buzz cut hair, everything. It was very appealing and sexy to me. I mean, he was handsome regardless of what he wore; Always is and always will be.

I, on the other hand, wore something more over the top. I wore a chocolate brown long sleeve shirt with a brown crochet knit skirt that had patches of art on it. I paired it with gold jewelry for accent colors, and wore some light brown latex heeled boots. My makeup was soft with shades of pink, and my naturally curly long hair was cascading down my back. One thing about me and my family, we were going to make sure we looked good for thanksgiving dinner. Especially myself being the fashionista I am. Even if it was held in our lavish dinning room, fashion is key.

Alaina, Hailie, Trinity, and I all took turns taking pictures of each other in the foyer and outside the house for our instagrams. We all dressed up, and wanted to take a few flicks for the gram to post. I was the last one to pose, standing in front of the white painted wall.

"Do a candid one, Sadé. Like you're looking over at something else." Alaina instructed me as she held my phone in her hands.

I did the pose, making it appear somewhat off guard, but still put together as she snapped the shot. I walked over to look at the picture and knew that was the one.

"Ouu, I like that one. Thank you." I gushed as I typed out an Instagram caption.

We had all gone back inside, the cold getting to us as it was a blistering 42° degrees outside on this beautiful fall day. I took a seat on the loveseat to watch the football game with everyone else while we waited for the other guests to arrive. It was going to be 20 of us in total, including everyone that was already in the house.

About 45 minutes later at 3:51pm, is when guests started to arrive. It was going to be all of my cousins, aunts, and uncles at dinner with us because Grandma Dolly had sisters and brothers, but they were all either still living in Louisiana or had moved on to the other side from old age. So the family that I had that I really interacted with the most was actually quite small; Just her children and their families, her grandchildren.

One by one, everyone started to pile in:

First was Uncle Jermaine (53) & Aunt La'Kisha (50). They were accompanied by my favorite cousins Ciara, Dallas, and Marco since they were their parents. Jermaine is the brother of my mother, aka Grandma Dolly's son. Uncoincidentally, they were also my favorite aunt and uncle. They were like your old school couple, giving off the 90s vibe. They stuck together through thick and thin, even when Uncle Jermaine was sent to prison for 10 years for getting caught selling drugs since he was an ex dealer... I guess you could say like father like son when it comes to him and Marco because Marco used to be a drug dealer as well. Although they don't sell anymore, they still smoke weed and get high.

Next up was Uncle Ryan - another one of Grandma Dolly's many sons. Oh, Uncle Ryan... We loved him, we truly did. But, he talks way too much for anybody's comfort. Talkative wasn't even the definition. He was always giving a lecture on something or somebody. Did I also mention that he was single? He's never been able to keep a lady for too long; He had a new one every year. He claims it's because todays women aren't like how they used to be, but I say it's because he talks too damn much, running them all away. Chile so anyways, he was a great guy, regardless. He was fun to be around, hilarious, and was pretty chill. He had his own tattoo parlor called Black Ink, and was ultimately covered in tattoos. People don't believe that he's actually 47, but he is. What can I say, black don't crack. My family has good genetics.

Strolling in after him were Aunt Jada and Uncle Brenden. Aunt Jada is one of Grandma Dolly's two daughters. She was 49 while Brenden was 58, a manther if you will. She married her husband, Brenden, 8 years ago. They were the ones in the family that nobody really heard from often unless it was randomly once or twice a year, or around the holidays like today. They usually kept to themselves, and didn't bother anybody as they were laid back people. They never had any drama in the family neither. They had no children simply because they didn't want any. Oh, and I said that Aunt Jada was actually a twin, right? The twin of Uncle Jaden. Speaking of which...

Last, but not least: Uncle Jaden & Aunt Tonya (Both 49)... The least favored humans in the family by everyone. All they cared about was money, themselves, and were terrible people. Uncle Jaden, if he even deserves that title because I call them both by their first names, was never around. Even when my mom, his own blood sister, died he never visited. Why? Because it didn't benefit him. While we were all mourning her loss and struggling, he was on vacation in Dubai with his family on yacht that he purchased using the money from his lottery winnings. Back in 2009, he had won the $2.5 million dollar jackpot, investing a huge portion of it, flipped it, and made even more millions. He basically became a multimillionaire overnight. Despite him knowing Tonya for 13 years previously, being his baby momma before anything, only then did they get married 7 months after he had won.

Now, when I say that nobody is mad at them for acquiring said money and not sharing, I mean not one person is mad. Not even Grandma Dolly, and she could be very financially greedy at times. However, I do think it's funny that he acts the way he does considering my momma took him and his family in when he had nothing, not even a penny to his name. For years she helped him out whenever she could despite her and her own little family struggling ourselves because she couldn't turn family away. She was very big on that and stood on it, always lending a helping hand no matter what. Yet regardless of all of this information, he's still jealous that I made it big and ended up surpassing him in financial success even though I'm less than half his age. He's also upset that I never gave him a dime of my fortune, and paid him back in dust. All he does is care about himself and his boujee ass wife. And they created two green eyed monsters too: The twins - Kayla & Kennedy.

They were actually the same age as me, 21, but were only older by a couple of months. We even went to the same schools and everything. You'd think we'd be close because of that, but I genuinely hated them! And that says a lot coming from me because I don't think I have any hate in my heart for anybody. Not even the people who've fucked me over the most, but I hate these two with a passion. They never liked me for whatever reason they made up in their heads, and always bullied me whenever they were around. They thought they were better than everyone else because they had daddy's money, and it showed; They thought that they could get ahead in life by using it to their advantage, but they were sadly mistaken.

They didn't want anything more out of life than to be famous. They dreamt of it day and night. So when I started making a career out myself using social media as an outlet, they wanted all parts; Except I didn't even allow them the slightest chance. So what did they do in response to that? Use my name for clout, but it didn't work out as planned because they had zero personality. They were nothing more than boring, mean girls. Then when that didn't work out, guess what they did instead. They did the next best trending thing in hopes of getting noticed: They got plastic surgery at the tender age of 16. And they got their fame alright... Because they were absolutely botched. People didn't gravitate towards them because they were cool people, they did it because they looked fucking absurd - Insane. Fake boobs, bubble butts, and three rounds of bleached skin later at sixteen, and they were your typical Instagram models.

Don't get me wrong, I'm all for body positivity! Do as you please if it makes you happy, of course. However, don't push your regrets onto me because of it. They always try to call me the "ugly duckling", or say how I need certain things done to my face or body, but continue to get surgeries to this very day to try and fix past mistakes. I just act as if they don't exist, and make sure that when it comes to fame & the media, our names are not mentioned in the same conversation. Because as far as I'm concerned, I am not related to those Barbie dolls wannabes. I'm a Bratz, and you cannot compete where you do not compare.

I greeted all of my family members, introducing Marshall and his daughters to everyone. The family seemed to like them all, which was good. I mean, my uncles Ryan & Jermaine were feeling him out, giving him a warning - You know, the typical "Don't hurt my niece" thing that all overprotective uncles do. The last people I introduced Marshall to were actually Dallas, Ciara, and Marco.

"Everyone, this is my man, Marshall. Marshall, these are my cousins, Marco, Dallas, and Ciara." I said introducing them to each other.

"What's up, Ciara. It's nice to meet you." Marshall greeted her with a handshake that she gladly returned.

"It's nice to finally meet you too. Your music is great." She said excitedly.

"Thanks." He replied nicely.

It wasn't until he greeted Marco and Dallas that I was thrown off. It wasn't anything major, but it was something about the whole encounter that I couldn't quite put my finger on.

"What up, bro." Marco dapped him up.

"What's up, man." Marshall replied to Marco, "What's good, Dallas." Marshall then said nonchalantly, dapping up Dallas as well.

Ciara had already left to chat it up with someone else in the room, leaving just us four. I glanced between each of the three men with a confused look on my face. They were acting as if they already knew each other, and this wasn't their first time meeting. It was just this weird energy that was radiating off of all of them that I couldn't shake. Then what really got me was when Marshall gave the other two this sly look that he thought I didn't notice, but I definitely peeped it.

"What was that?" I asked the guys, waving my finger frantically between them.

"What was what?" Marshall tried to play it off like I was stupid or something.

"Nuh uhh. Don't do that." I gave a stank face.

Nobody answered me though, and I ain't like that. It was giving sneaky, and that was raising my anxiety at an exponential rate. Marshall was just side eyeing me with his hands in his pockets, frozen still. Marco was looking at Marshall with this supposedly knowing looking while he swallowed his lips. And Dallas wasn't even trying to make eye contact with anybody. Oh hell no, I thought to myself. Why are they all acting so weird?! Like they know something that I don't? We were all just staring at each other in this uncomfortable silence - Literally. I ended up getting fed up, placing my hand on my hip sassily as I gave them an expecting look.

"So nobody is gonna tell me what that was? Why did he just give y'all that look?" I ask, now directing my question towards Marco and Dallas.

"It's nothing." Marco quickly responded.

"What do you mean it's nothing? Y'all are acting sneaky as hell. And what's "it"?" I was now getting worked up.

"It's literally nothing, Sae. Nobody is acting sneaky." Marshall tried to convince me as he placed his hand on my back, "We just already met before. That's all." He shrugged, letting out a small breath.

"What? When? Why didn't you tell me? That is sneaky." I said, questioning Marshall with squinted eyes.

Dallas and Marco had said something, but I really wasn't focused on them right now. I was just focused on what Marshall had to say because I was not feeling the energy that any of them was giving off, and if it wasn't a big deal like he claims then why were they acting all secretive about it. Maybe it was my anxiety making me overthink as per usual, but I just wasn't feeling the situation. I didn't like it.

"Baby, calm down. It was just briefly the other day when I first met Malik. They had came over and I met them real quick while I was on my way out the door." He explained as if it was the simplest thing in the world.

"Right, Dallas?" Marshall turned to look at him for backup because he could tell I wasn't fully believing him.

"Right. It was literally for like a few minutes, Sadé. Chill." Dallas confirmed.

"Then why are y'all acting all shiesty?" I pointed out.

"We really don't know what you're talking about. You're the only one that thinks this, Sadé." Marco chuckled before walking away, patting me on the shoulder.

"Yea, cuzzo. It's just you." Dallas agreed, "I'll catch you two later at the dinner table." He nodded towards Marshall who gave him a salute in return.

"Wha..." I whispered to myself.

It was now just me and Marshall left alone in the foyer. I frowned, feeling like maybe I was simply overthinking things. I can be such an overthinker because of my anxiety sometimes so maybe they were right. Because they didn't seem to know what I was talking about so I guess it was just me.

"Am I trippin', Marshall?" I asked him feeling self conscious now.

Marshall made sure no one was around before wrapping both his arms around my waist/lower back. He pulled me into him before lowering his head to give me a quick kiss on the lips, lingering there for a bit.

"Just forget about it, baby. Stop overthinking so much." He reassured me, kissing me once more, making me forget about what just happened.

He always knew how to ease my worries. The way we got on was crazy. It felt like we knew one another wayyy longer than we have when in actuality it's been less than half a year. We were stood there embraced in each other, having a small moment. He was giving me small kisses while calming my stress, mummering sweet nothings in my ear with that deep voice of his. I had my arms wrapped around his neck, my heels evening our heights while he was slightly bent forward.

It was a sweet little thing, nothing serious. Just the two of us cuddled up against one another. We had kind of forgotten about the others, lost in our own little world when Grandma Dolly bought us back to reality. She had walked past us, saying something that alerted us that we were no longer alone. Immediately, Marshall pulled away, not being the type to show PDA.

"You two act like a bunch of lovestruck teenagers. Yuck." Grandma Dolly gave an amused tone of voice although her face was unreadable.

I suddenly became super flustered from being called out by my own blood in front of my man. I felt like one of those kids who's crush just got exposed, my face quickly becoming heated. Marshall held a sheepish look on his face as if he got caught doing something he wasn't supposed to.

"How you doin' Grandma Dolly?" Marshall nervously let out, trying to play it cool.

"I'm good. I could you use your help in the kitchen if you don't mind." She said.

"Oh yea, sure. I'll be right there." He obliged without any hesitation.

She walked away with him following behind her. I walked back into the lounge room, mingling with the others. I was chilling, having a good time. However, I couldn't help but think about how Grandma invited Marshall into the kitchen to help her. Normally this wouldn't be a big deal, but she doesn't allow any and everyone in her kitchen. Nuh uhh. She only allowed those she trusted or liked in there when she was cooking, which wasn't very many.

I hate to say it, to compare them, but she didn't even do that with my ex boyfriend. Yet she claimed she loved him, and that he was a great guy... So for her to ask Marshall to help her out was like a subtle flex. It meant she liked him. Something I hadn't seen coming at all, but was grateful for. I couldn't help but feel all giddy inside. Grandma Dolly likes Marshall!

I felt like I had done something right when it came to dating. I felt even more proud of my relationship than I already did. She was a tough woman to please, and an even tougher one to crack. Yet here we are. I'm just so happy that she accepts him for who he is.

Marshall's POV:

— Meanwhile With Dolly

I truly did not like lying to Sadé. I couldn't explain to you how much it made me feel disgusted with myself every single time I did it. I had no choice though. I had to do it to protect her just like I did when I lied about how I really got the bruises on my hands, or how I didn't tell her how I was helping investigate the hate account that Karinna ran. I've got to stop doing this shit, I promised her I wouldn't lie to her ever. This is justified though! So I guess that doesn't really count, right?

I was nervous when she started to question all of us, asking what was going on. I had to send the guys a quick look to let them know not to say anything about what happened or else we would all feel her wrath, which was nothing to mess around with. I tried to be slick about it, but clearly I got caught because she started asking all these questions, the wheels turning in her cute fuckin' smart brain. If she would've found out the truth about when and how we met, then she would've found out that I lied the other day, then she would've asked me questions about that too, ultimately finding out about the truth that I actually beat the living daylights out of Zach... But she doesn't need to know that. So yes, I lied. Again.

Look, I wasn't about to go down for that. Not today. I don't want to be on her bad side. Not again. But if I were too, the other guys were coming down with me too! I was also protecting those three because then she would've known that they were also apart of the action, which would've opened a whole new can of worms. They promised her that they would no longer be involved in the lifestyle of selling drugs & violence so if she finds out that they owned a few guns still and paid the ex a visit and threatened to put a bullet through his skull, she'd lose her top. She would go absolutely bonkers on all three of them, especially Malik. She didn't want any of them even remotely close to that lifestyle at all and didn't want them to even think about doing that type of stuff again; She hates guns, hates violence, and hates anything that could get you hurt. But they also made a promise to always protect her and keep her safe, much like myself, so they did what they had to do, and so did I.

We basically all manipulated her. It was like manipulation 101 really: Act like she's the crazy one - The one that's acting strange even though we all knew exactly what was up. I felt so damn guilty. Like a terrible boyfriend. So I immediately started showering her with kisses, and sweet words of admiration. I had to ease my own guilt while also easing her anxiety of the situation that had just occurred. It was my way of telling her sorry for lying without actually telling her for obvious reasons.

I swear, this time I mean it. No more lies. Even if it means that she'll be mad at me or I'll possibly be in the doghouse, no more lies. The truth hurts sometimes, and I'm just gonna have to deal with it from now on. I can't risk losing a woman like her over some stupid shit in the name of love & protection. She'd be pissed if she ever found out about this later on.

Disregarding all that, I was more nervous to be in the kitchen alone with Dolly. She had asked me to help her finish off the deviled eggs while she finished off the oven baked Cajun chicken. I had no problem helping her in the kitchen, seeing as I had helped Sadé occasionally quite a few times so I knew a few things here and there when it came to chef'ing it up. Because let's be real, as a white man I thought I was a good cook, but was wrong. Very wrong. I had been under seasoning my food the whole time, didn't know all these new techniques, and had been rotating between eating the same 8 meals that I knew how to cook. So yea, I wasn't as advanced in that department, but I was getting there so I felt comfortable helping.

We were having small talk as one normally does. It wasn't weird, but I was just on edge. I fuck with Dolly and her old lady energy, but she kinda intimidates me. She can be very cutthroat I feel. And from what Sae has disclosed with me, even a bit much if you know what I'm sayin'. And I was definitely getting those vibes, but that wasn't what was scaring me. It was the fact that she was being so kind, so nice to me. Don't get me wrong, she threw a few jabs at me, but other than that she was pretty tame towards me overall. It threw me for a loop because I actually expected her to hate my guts. A white man that's 29 years older, has felonies, used to be a drug addict & alcoholic, has three kids, is a rapper, lives all the way in Detroit, and doesn't have the best track record or reputation, dating her granddaughter... Totally expected her to chew me up, spit me out, and do it all over again.

"So, I see you and my grand baby really got a connection there, huh?" Grandma Dolly randomly bring up.

"Yea." I chucked deeply, "We get along quite well." I replied with a subconscious grin on my face, spooning the yolk mixture back into the eggs.

"Hmph." She gave a vague response, sounding just like Sadé, man.

There was a short pause from her before she turned around, looking me directly in the eyes. She had her head slightly tilted with her eyes squinted. I felt my breathing stop momentarily before it started again.

"Marshall, you wanna know something, honey?" She asked nonchalantly.

"Uhmm..." I felt my blood run cold, "I- I- Sure." I licked my lips, giving a strangled fake smile.

"I actually didn't like you at all. When Sadé first told me about you I was confused and flabbergasted as to why she would've left her boyfriend, focused on herself, then started dating someone like you. I couldn't understand why she chose to date you of all men. Then I saw how passionate she was about you when she defended your name over dinner a while back. She didn't let not one soul talk bad about you, not even me." She recalled, now taking a seat directly in front of me at the table.

I didn't know where this conversation was going at all, but I decided not to interrupt and ask. She studied my face, a serious expression plastered on her as she continued.

"Then I actually met you for the first time. Still didn't like you, but you wasn't so bad. I could see the happiness glowing in her. I hadn't seen her that happy in a while. Years even. That's when I realized that she wasn't actually happy in her relationship with Zach like she claimed to be to all of us. He didn't put a smile on her face like you do. And one thing about me and my grand baby - despite all of our tribulations, and arguments, and disagreements through the years - I know when she's happy and when she isn't. She's happy with you, Marshall. And for that matter alone, you're in my good graces... Sadé and I may not have the best relationship, not like how we did when she was little. I know I did things that I shouldn't have, and things that can never be repaired. I know that. And I wish I hadn't. But I was going through my own issues just like rest of 'em when Gabby passed. Regardless, Sadé is my grand baby and always will be. So now that I've gotten to know you for the sake of her, I actually don't mind you. You kinda grew on me." She said the last part rather quietly as if she hated to admit it.

Damn. I felt like I just beat the final boss level in Donkey Kong or something after hearing that. Did I just get Grandma Dolly's stamp of approval for our relationship?

"What was that, Grandma Dolly? It's okay to admit you like me." I joked, finally feeling like I no longer had to be on edge around her all the time.

She cracked a smile, letting out a little laugh as she shook her head.

"Boy, don't make me repeat myself. You heard me." She  lazily waved her hand, "You two make me sick with how lovey dovey you are, but I think it's sweet. And I think you're a great guy, Marshall. And your children are some great people too. You did a good job on those girls."

"Thank you." I bowed my head in appreciation, "Thank you very much."

With that she got up, walking past me to grab something. But not before stopping behind me, patting me on the shoulder.

"Welcome to the family, honey." She said sincerely, sending shivers down my body as a goofy grin spread across my face.

YES! I was internally punching the air with happiness, yo. I couldn't believe it. Not only did I get the stamp of approval to date her, but I got a motherfuckin' welcome into the family! I'm him, I really am him. This is why I'm the goat, because I excel at everything. Even at getting Grandma Dolly out of all people to like me.

"Now come on and help me put the food on the table. They ain't gonna walk themselves over there."

"Yes, ma'am." I happily obliged.

With that I helped her move all the food and dessert from the kitchen to the dinning room, where we set up a separate table to showcase all of the delicious dishes. I felt ecstatic.

Sadé's POV:

— Thanksgiving Dinner

We were all finally sitting down at the dining table. It was in a different dinning room from the one we would normally be in because the table in this one was way bigger to accommodate all twenty of us. I was sat next to Marshall at the head of the table, both of our families seated accordingly.

The food was spread beautifully on a separate table not to far away from us. For the main dishes there were baked Cajun chicken breasts, pot roast, ham, Turkey, stuffing/dressing, and collard greens. For the side dishes we had deviled eggs, potato salad, mashed potatoes, gravy, candied yams, baked macaroni and cheese, string beans, corn, cranberry sauce, and cornbread. And lastly, for dessert there was peach cobbler, mini sweet potato pies, carrot cake, chocolate Bundt cake, and banana pudding cheesecake.

Grandma Dolly had to pull out all the tricks before we could eat, of course. She forced us all to stand up, hold hands, and do a prayer circle. That's right, the key word here is "forced" because all everyone wanted to do was to eat and have a good dinner. But she's from the south and is super religious so it wasn't like any of us had a choice. I was stood with my head bowed, holding hands with Marshall on my right and Ciara to my left. Grandma Dolly was leading the prayer for what felt like ages. I respect her beliefs and her wanting to do this as well as everyone else's, but it was getting pretty lengthy. We had already been standing for an entire two minutes by now. I didn't even know you could pray for that long! This happens every single year, but it never ceases to amaze. I got antsy and opened my eyes, taking a peak around the table. Everyone had their eyes closed, silently listening. I then turned my head to see if Marshall had his eyes closed, and his eyes were wide open looking at me, giving me the side eye. I almost accidentally busted out in laughter because of it. I wasn't expecting him to be staring at me like that.

"Girl, why are your eyes open? You're disrespecting God." He whispered in my ear so that we wouldn't get caught, scolding me.

"Me? You wouldn't know if my eyes were open if yours weren't open." I whisper back.

We were both wrong, but I made a valid point. His were opened first after all. Actually, knowing him he probably never even closed them.

"... You need to mind your business. It doesn't matter if my eyes are open or not." He rolled his eyes.

"And why not? That's not fair." I bickered with him while the prayer continued on.

"Because. I'm already going to hell so it doesn't really matter. You aren't though, pretty girl." He said emotionlessly, causing me to bite my lip to stop from gasping.

He's so blunt and vulgar... I like it. I didn't respond, not knowing what to say to that. He looked at me, sending me a flirty wink before closing his eyes. This man, I swear. I followed suit, closing my eyes as well.

After what felt like another eternity, the prayer had ended. Only then were we allowed to make our plates, returning to the table to eat. I was about to get up like everyone else when Marshall stopped me.

"Sit down. You made thanksgiving dinner and dessert for everyone. I got it." He said grabbing my plate for me to prepare, "What do you want?" He asked.

I told him exactly what I wanted and he left before coming back with both of our plates of food, sitting mines back in front of me. I smiled at the kind gesture, thanking him.

We all returned to our seats, eating our delicious food, and enjoying thanksgiving dinner as a family. Everyone was conversing amongst themselves, having side conversations. Everything was going good, it was great. I couldn't have been happier in that moment today.

—

I was making small talk with those that were sat close to me, talking about random things. I had just taken a bite into the slice of chocolate cake that was on my dessert plate when Uncle Ryan stood up, catching everyone's attention.

"Yo, yo, yo." He said, taking a quick sip of whatever was in his glass, "I'd like to make a suggestion. I'd like us all to go around the table, stating what we're grateful for. Sound fun?" He asked everyone.

The majority of the people agreed, but I was on the fence about it. I don't really like showing my emotions or being vulnerable to others. Especially with my immediate family since I'm so closed off from them. So I was wasn't really feeling up to this activity.

I sat back in my seat, slouching as Ryan started it off, making me feel uncomfortable. Going clockwise one by one around the table, everyone stood up saying what they were grateful for. I started to become really anxious, not wanting to do this at all in front of everybody the closer it got to being my turn to speak. Marshall noticed, placing his hand on my thigh, squeezing comfortingly. He didn't even have to look at me to know I was anxious. He just knew. His eyes were literally focused on whoever was talking while he subconsciously rubbed his hand in a soothing manner.

I hadn't even realized that 13 people had already gone, saying what they were thankful for, until Marshall stood up, signifying that it was his turn. My anxiety immediately kicked in at full force. I pursed my lips, nervous to go up next. Nonetheless, I gave my full attention to Marshall, looking up at him to see what he had to say. He cleared his throat, looking around the table briefly before speaking.

"For starters, I just want to thank everyone for being so kind and welcoming of me and my family. And secondly, I'd like to say that I'm grateful for my beautiful girls, my daughters. They mean the world to me, and saved my life. So thank you Hailie, Alaina, and Stevie. I love you all no other. I also want to say that I'm thankful for all of my success. I'm very blessed to have been able to make my passion, my hobby, into a career." He said graciously.

I thought that was the end of it, but was proven wrong. He let out a tiny sigh before turning to me, with a look of affection on his face. I actually wasn't expecting him to say anything about me for the simple fact that I didn't think he needed to be grateful for me at all or would say anything about me in front of everyone due to his privateness. I immediately felt my cheeks heat up and my heartbeat increase at the sound of him saying my name. I tried to hide my smile, but ending up with a shy one anyways.

"And lastly, Sadé. I'm grateful for this beautiful woman that I have right beside me for many reasons, but the main one being how genuinely happy she makes me, and how she's changed my life for the better already." He spoke, "Thank you." He said, directing his last words to me as he took a seat.

My heart fluttered at his kind words, becoming filled with warmth. I gave him a knowing smile before standing up myself. I was a little nervous, but less so. I hadn't thought about my answer so whatever I was going to say would be coming from the top of my head.

"Uhhh, hi." I said shyly, "Ummm... I would like to say that I'm thankful for..." I nervously let out.

I felt tears brinking in my eyes, suddenly becoming overwhelmed with emotions that didn't hit me until this very moment. I took a deep breath, refusing to be emotional.

"Umm, I'm grateful for everyone here at this table. For my siblings, my grandmother, all of you. And even Marshall and his family, I'm grateful. I just wanted to say that I'm thankful for having a second chance at life, and even being able to be here to eat with you all today. Uhh, I know I don't normally show my appreciation or emotions, but I truly do love you all, and every single one of you mean a lot to me in your own ways." I said fiddling with my fingers, "Umm, yea... That's it. Thank you." I said quietly, sitting back down in my seat trying to steady my breathing because that was a lot.

I felt like I couldn't properly express my gratitude for everyone or anyone in specific because I don't really know how to if I'm being honest. Yes, I'm learning as I grow, heal, and become older, but I still have moments where I struggle to express myself. This being one of those times.

Marshall leaned over to me, placing his hand on top of mines to stop me from fidgeting with my fingers.

"Hey, it's okay. You did good, baby." He said to me.

"Thanks." I replied timidly, "I actually had a letter written out to you personally for my appreciation that I planned to give to you later." I admitted to him softly.

"Really?" He looked at me surprised.

I didn't reply. Instead, I simply shook my head yes.

"Alright. You can give it to me later tonight, sweetheart." He said gently before we both turned our attention back to the others to finish saying thanks.

— Later That Afternoon

Dinner was over and done with, and we were all in the lounge room, chilling. Some were talking, while others were sat around, having a game night. We had all played Uno, Jenga, Pictionary, and Bananagrams.

We were about to play our next game, Black Card Revoked, when Marshall, Ryan, and Kennedy decided to join us. It was now a group of 11 that consisted of myself, Marco, Marshall, Uncle Ryan, Alaina, Trinity, Malik, Kayla, Kennedy, Dallas, and Uncle Jermaine. The aim of the game was to  see who was deemed the blackest, and who wasn't. The least cultured, aka least points, looses and gets their black card revoked. Simple. We began the game, laughing our asses off at some of the questions. Here's a few:

• If mama sent you to the store with $5, what were you supposed to bring back? A cold pop, a lottery ticket, some cigarettes, or her change? Correct answer: Her change.

• Who has the best chicken sandwich? Wendy's, chic-fil-a, Popeyes, or bojangles? Correct answer: Popeyes. Duh.

• Which celebrity has the biggest teeth? K. Michelle, Gucci Mane, NeNe Leaks, or Steve Harvey? Correct answer: Steve Harvey... Chile, so anyways.

We were having a time until it came to one specific question. I had gotten it wrong along with a few other people. But instead of letting it be, one of the twins just had to say something to only me about it. They had both been throwing jabs at me all day, and I ignored them all.

"Of course Sadé got that one wrong. She's literally dating a white man." Kayla mumbled.

"What? It's literally just a question... You're doing entirely way too much." I said with attitude as I rolled my eyes.

I ignored it once again, going back to the game. Then again, another unnecessary, snarky comment about me. This one wasn't even related to the game. They were just straight up bullying me at this point.

"You're so fucking stupid." Kennedy laughed obnoxiously, "Should've just got your ass done so you could have some actual curves, girl." She said, body shamming me.

I frowned, getting upset, but refusing to say anything. I had to remind myself how irrelevant these two were to me, and that it wasn't worth it.

"What?" Marshall immediately asked as soon as he heard her say that.

He hadn't said anything to neither of them all night. He wasn't a big fan just like the rest of us. He glared at her angrily, placing his cards down on the coffee table rather harshly.

"Ight, you need to chill. Both of you. That girl did nothing to you." Ryan said to the twins, trying to defuse the situation.

"I'm just sayin'" Kayla said with a smug look displayed on her face as she looked at me.

"It doesn't matter. Leave her alone for once. You always have something negative to say." Uncle Ryan replied, defending me.

We continued on with the game, eventually ending it. Alaina lost, which was actually surprising considering Marshall came in second place after  Uncle Jermaine. Well, it's semi-surprising. She didn't exactly grow up in the hood nor was she surrounded by black culture at every turn like the rest of us. But she gave it a good shot!

We were now all just talking, having side convos. I was in a separate conversation with Marshall, Uncle Ryan, and Ciara. I wasn't paying the others any mind, especially not Kennedy & Kayla. They were starting to really get under my skin with what they were saying. That was until Kennedy weaseled her way into the conversation. She actually sat in an empty seat on the couch right next to Marshall. He initially had his arm thrown over the back of it, but as soon as she came over he took it down, resting it in his lap. She had this smirk on her face that immediately made me annoyed.

"So, what do have going on, Marshall? Any new music?" She asked him.

"I can't disclose that type of information." He answered blandly.

"Oh... What about you, Sadé? Any new videos dropping soon or did you finally give up?" She asked me sarcastically, causing me to chuckle bitterly.

"That's none of your business." I told her as I leaned over Marshall, who was sat right between us.

"Sure. Well me and Kayla just got invited to star in a music video for Kodak Black for his song feeling peachy." She flaunted.

"Good for you." I said with no emotion, leaning back into the couch.

"Marshall, you know if you ever need anyone to star in one of your music videos, we're available."

"Nah, I'm good. Thanks though, I guess." He said with a grunt.

"Ya' know, Sadé, you should really try appealing to your audience more. Like use some sex appeal or something. Maybe then someone would want you in their music video. That's how me and Kayla get invited to them all the time." She tried to give me advice as if I needed it.

A - I don't want to be in anyone's music video. And B - Did she forget who the fuck she was talking to?

"Kennedy, I do not need any of your advice on how to be successful. I'm doing just fine on my own, unlike you. We all know you use sex appeal minus the appeal to get what you want." I bit back, not willing to play nice anymore.

I heard Marshall snicker, trying to hold in a laugh. He placed his hand over his mouth, trying to be respectful. The room was silent now. I guess everyone else caught wind of our argument.

"What's that supposed to mean?" She smacked her lips.

"It means you're an industry whore, baby." I looked at her, shrugging my shoulders, "You and Kayla."

"Woah." Someone said.

"That's so not true. You're just jealous." Kayla walked over to us, sitting next to her sister to defend her.

"No? So you don't have threesomes with rich men for money because daddy refuses to give you anymore because he's stingy?" I mocked in a sad, confused voice. "Fucking sister wives." I grumbled.

"Aye, don't talk about my daughters like that." Jaden said to me, trying to be all authoritative.

"Oh look. Now you come over, but when your precious daughters were antagonizing me all night you were as quiet as a mouse. Nobody even fucking likes you, sir." I snapped at him.

The whole room was now in a fury, arguing amongst themselves. I decided that I wasn't going to deal with this crap. I got up to remove myself from the situation, not wanting to cause any problems. It's not thanksgiving if you don't argue with at least one relative, right? I had just about reached the end of the room when "uncle" Jaden decided to be all big and bad towards me.

"Don't talk to me like that. I'm your uncle, and you're going to respect me. Don't be bullying my daughters just because I gave them the life that your mother could never give you." He spat angrily.

I stopped in my tracks, slowly turning to him. All I saw was red. How dare he talk about my mother? My dead mother, his own sister, who took his broke ass in when he was broker than broke. My mom did her absolute best to provide for her family. She worked three jobs, and got us whatever we wanted even if it took a little bit longer than usual. I was never jealous of anything he had to offer his family because at the end of the day they probably don't even love each other forreal.

I couldn't even begin to explain how angry I was. I just looked at him. I didn't even say anything. I was emotionless on the outside. Completely silent. I heard the commotion of the others, but none of it was really registering in my brain.

"Don't you talk about Gabrielle like that." Grandma Dolly told her son.

"Y'all need to leave. Now." Malik told Jaden and his family.

All while this was happening, I was just silent. Just looking at this poor excuse of a man until I found words again.

"Let me tell you something, you lowlife bum: Don't you EVER bring up my mama again. She took care of you and your nasty ass kids & wife for years because you couldn't do it on your own. She gave me and my siblings the best possible childhood she could. Nobody, and I mean NOBODY is jealous of you and yours. You're bitter because you're going broke again, and I'm not. I'm tired of you and your little plastic Barbie dolls ganging up on me because you're really the jealous ones. Maybe if you weren't too busy on spending money to cheat on your wife in foreign countries, you'd have some. Maybe then the twins wouldn't need to have to suck all of hollywoods dick for money, or lay on their backs on the yachts of old men that they call sugar daddies to support themselves. Maybe, just maybe, your gold digging wife/baby momma wouldn't be cheating on you and going to abortion clinics to kill the evidence. Ight?" I seethed.

"DON'T YOU EVER DISRESPECT MY MOTHER. Get the fuck out of my house. Before I have Malik go crazy on your old ass." I gravely said.

Jaden turned around to see Malik standing right behind him. Malik looked at him nonchalantly, shrugging at him as he backed me up.

"What she said, nigga. Better leave before I go crazy." Malik smirked.

I watched as Jaden, Tonya, Kennedy, and Kayla all left in disbelief. They all scoffed, slamming the door behind them.

Once they left for good, I could feel myself breaking down, on the verge of an anxiety attack. I walked myself up the stairs, going to my room to be alone. I was halfway there when Hailie stopped me.

"Are you okay? I'm sorry you had to go through that." She gave me a sad smile.

"Honestly, no." I started to feel tears run down my cheeks, "I'm so embarrassed right now. I really didn't want you guys to see that."

"You don't have to be embarrassed. We all know what it's like to have some family members that are like that. I deal with that too, Sae." She tried to make me feel better.

I looked at her, opening my mouth to say something, but nothing came out. She gave me a tight hug before pulling away.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"No. Can I just be left alone, please?" I politely asked her.

"Yea. Yea, of course." She replied understandingly, "Should I tell dad to come or?... He was actually really worried, but I told him that I would check up on you first."

"No. I just want to be completely alone."

With that, I continued on to my room while she went in the other direction, going back downstairs. I eventually made it to my room, closing the door softly. I sat at my vanity taking my makeup off with makeup wipes. I looked at myself in the mirror, seeing tears still falling. I put my curls in a bun for the night, wrapping a scarf around it. I then got up to change into some pajamas, moving to sit on the balcony connected to my bedroom. I watched as everyone started to leave, driving away in their cars.

I couldn't help, but feel like I ruined thanksgiving dinner. I wasn't even mad at what they had said about me. Well, I was initially, but when Jaden said what he did, everything else went in one ear and out the other. All I was really thinking about at that point was my mama. I don't like when anyone brings up her name in vain or says anything about her period for that matter. It's a sensitive topic for me so I try to avoid it at all costs. Talking about her, or even just thinking about her, hurts too much for me to handle.

I had taken the time to think, calming myself down from the situation. When I decided that I was going to be alright, I went back inside to my warm room, the cold actually starting to have an affect on me since my adrenaline had ran out. I grabbed my laptop, laying in bed. I went to the HBO app, remembering that Marshall's episode of Hard Knocks aired today.

I put my headphones on, watching the episode to support him. It was actually cheering me up, his funny takes making me giggle. I felt a lot better, having just taken some time to relax and be alone. I wasn't paying attention to anything around me as I drowned my thoughts and sorrows into watching the show. I didn't realize that Marshall had actually entered the bedroom until I felt a heavy arm over my backside as I was laid flat on my stomach. I took my headphones off, seeing Marshall beside me.

"Hi." I said awkwardly.

"Hey." He replied gently, "How you feelin'? Hailie told me you wanted some alone time, but I see my face on your screen. If you wanted the real deal, you know you could've gotten it, baby." He joked, lightening the mood.

"You play all day long." I smiled up at him, getting up from my spot on the bed to sit next to him.

"Can't help it." He said, looking at me.

He looked at me for a long time, not saying anything. Almost as if he was debating on if he should.

"Are you really okay, Sae? I'm just asking because... I know you don't talk about your mom much, if at all. And I just want to make sure what he said didn't hurt you." He hesitated.

"Yes, I'm okay. What he said did hurt my feelings in the moment, but I'm over it now. I don't want to talk about it." I told him honestly.

"You know you can always talk to me about her, right? About anything." He said.

"I know. And I will. Eventually. Just not now."

"Okay. That's okay."

We fell into a silence before he got up to change out of his clothing and into something more comfortable for him to sleep in. He opted for a pair of black sweatpants and a black wife beater t-shirt. I bit my lip, trying to hide any tells that I thought he looked hot.

I then remembered that I had written him a letter to show my appreciation for him. I decided to write it because I felt that maybe it would mean more to him since he's into writing, and words, and all of that jazz. I got up, going to where I hid it from him in my vanity drawer, to retrieve it. I walked over to where he was sitting at the edge of the bed, standing in front of him in between his legs. I handed him the letter, renting my hands on his shoulders as he opened it. He looked at me expectantly, his dimple showing as held a faint smile.

"Should I read it aloud or to myself?" He curiously asked.

"To yourself." I replied rather bashfully.

He didn't respond. Instead, he unfolded the paper to see my handwriting. He started to read the letter, every line, every word, being taken in. It went a little something like this:

"MarMar,

Happy thanksgiving, I hope you enjoyed it. I wanted to write you this letter because I understand that written words are more meaningful to you than verbal ones. I wanted to express to you my gratitude and admiration for you in the best way possible for now.

You are the most caring, kindhearted, and supportive man I've ever met. You are so patient with me despite my challenges at times. You never rush me, never get upset over petty things, and show me how a real relationship should be. You truly understand me like no other. You connect with me like no other. Not just physically, but emotionally & mentally. You've really been there for me when things have gotten tough, when I felt like giving up. You were there to support me and help me get me back on my feet.

I'm really not the best at words like you are so I'm kind of struggling to write this, LOL. Honestly, what I'm trying to say in simpler terms is that you make me happy. You treat me with care, making me feel like a princess, and for that I'm thankful. I'm thankful for your support. I'm thankful for your kindness. I'm thankful for your friendship. I'm thankful for your humor. And I'm thankful for YOU.

Thank you,I really really like you,Sadé ♡"

When he finished reading the letter, he folded it back up sitting it on the bed beside him. He looked up at me with a moved expression. His cheeks were flushed pink, and he had this look in his eyes that I kept seeing in him, but have never seen before in anyone else. And it made me get that warm fuzzy feeling again. The one that I never experienced before until as of late. It made me breathless and tingly inside. Then he just grabbed my face, bringing me down to kiss him. It was passionate and hot at the same time.

"I really really like you too." He said softly, "I'm so incredibly thankful for you as well." He said when he pulled away.

We made eye contact with each other for a few seconds before he spoke up again.

"Sadé, may I show you how grateful I am for you right now?" He said flirtatiously, causing me to giggle.

"Yes." I nodded.

And with that he moved to lay me down on the bed as he climbed on top of me. He kissed me again, before proceeding to make sure I knew just how much he appreciated me, inside and out.