Do you ever stop and think, damn. My shit’s out of order. Like, I need to get my routine together and stick to it.
When I do that, I’m frickin’ gold! Right now? Yo. You see I forgot to blog last week, right? Just triflin’! Sorry about that. But I’m workin’ on it. I feel like I say that all the time, but life is that way, I guess. It’s all about continuous improvement. I’m gonna finish this book, one day lol.
Meantime, here’s another snippet from my latest WIP Saints and Sinnas, which picks up where my last blog left off. Sinna’s trying to be straight with Tan about the whole baby thing. He is not interested in reality. He is in love, and he’s stickin’ with what could be, not what is. God bless him. Sigh. It’s why I write romance. Anyway, let me know what you think.
Oh, the picture is of South Korean actor Park Bo Gum, who I’m currently watching on Netflix in Record of Youth. Raise your hand if you hate having to come back every week for a new episode. Soooo, annoying. Just release all the episodes and let me me binge already, geez….
He stirred ramen. “Why are we talking about this now?”
“My friends,” she said ruefully. “They’re having a ball meddling in our relationship. And, we should talk about it. We never have, and I know you want kids.”
“So, marry me quickly, and we can start immediately.”
She rolled her eyes. “You sound so matter of fact, so reasonable. Like it’s a done deal.”
“Isn’t it? We don’t need to complicate things. We just need to get married, and you need to stop taking birth control. Nature will take it from there.”
“And my work? It’s not exactly a part-time job that I can fit in around a baby.”
“My mother and grandmother are waiting for the chance to help us, darling. My gran has said multiple times, she has nothing to do, and wouldn’t it be nice to have a baby around to take care of? If you don’t let them babysit they’ll make my life hell.”
She laughed softly. “Is it really that easy?”
He nodded. “Why not? We’re not without resources, and Uncle said he wouldn’t mind if you brought him to work as long as there’s no disruption.”
“You asked him about this already?”
“Of course. New fathers should prepare.”
She shook her head. “Wait. You said him. Do you not want a girl?”
“I don’t really care. But I would prefer a boy. A girl who looks like you will cause trouble. I’ll never have a moment’s peace worrying about her. I’ll probably have to engage a bodyguard, or two,” he mused.
Sinna laughed. “Yeah?”
He nodded. “Don’t you think so?”
She shrugged. “You haven’t asked me to marry you.”
He leaned over to open a nightstand drawer. He took out a ring box, rose and knelt beside the bed.
Mouth open, she stared.
He slid the ring on her left ring finger. “Will you marry me, Sinnamon Blake? I love you, and I want to love you for the rest of our lives together. I promise to protect you, provide for you and our children, I’ll listen to you, follow you, and make love to you often.”
She stared.
He frowned. “I know this isn’t terribly romantic, darling, a proposal over ramen. It feels a bit too, practical,” he grimaced. “But everything else felt so cheesy and overdone. Given our conversation the time is right, and you like practical, and I’m mad for you, my love. Will you be mine forever?”
Tears fell as she gently touched the ring.
“I want to say yes,” Sinna said quietly.
His face fell. “Why can’t you?” He wiped her tears away and cuddled her, rubbing her back.
“I don’t want to live in South Korea permanently, Tan.”
He was quiet for a beat. “You want to go home to Chicago.”
She nodded. “Yeah. That and I don’t really wanna live in a society where there’s so little diversity.” She laughed softly. “It took me almost 40 years to get used to being Black in America and all the bullshit that comes with that.
“Things I overcame with really hard work, discipline, good choices, and if I’m honest, money. My Granny had money, and she made sure I knew it was important to make my own. None of that means a thing in this almost completely homogenous society.” She sighed, hating that he looked worried, but marriage was too serious not to be brutally honest.
“That’s not entirely true, Sinna,” he countered. “Money can smooth a lot of life’s ills. You said so yourself during your appearance the other day.”
“Huh?”
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