LOGIN"Yes, our honeymoon." Fred repeated, snaking his arms around Jayda's waist possessively.
~ The Next Morning ~Jayda had excused herself last night from their room. She was beyond furious and didn't want to jump into any conclusion and neither did she want to see him.
"Will you tell us what the hell is it with you?" Dave asked again, almost yelling. Like Freya had been doing for the past twenty minutes they left the babies' store, remaining silent.
A Few Months LaterJayda and Fred were done with the day's work. She had resumed working as his secretary and also as his wife.
Jayda carefully walked to her seat after her speech for her late mother, drying the tears that formed in her eyes with a piece of cloth she had especially gotten for this."Please don't cry," Freya patted her back gently.
Fred got into his car and drove really fast to the city Hospital. Why was all this happening to him? Fred couldn't contain how anxious he was. He prayed that nothing was wrong? How could he have been so careless to let her go when she was driving crazily?
...A CUT FROM THE PASTMarcus, Jayda's father and Maxwell, Fred's father, were very good friends. They had been friends right from middle school till they became grown up men.