Tomorrow S. Rêver returns to close out #BLPMayMadness with Love and War, and we have one final sneak peek to share with you!
Somebody said everyday was gon’ be sunny skies -Tamar
When Brian first laid eyes on Ayesha he knew that day that she would be his wife. On their wedding day she surprised him with the best news every man wants to hear, but what happens when things beyond our control takes over leaving lives in shambles?
Ayesha was always a strong black queen that took whatever life threw at her, never once breaking her stride, but with back to back tragedies she’s left a shell of herself wondering why God wanted to punish her. Like every marriage, there comes good times and bad times, but what happens when the bad seems to outweigh the good?
Take this journey of Love and War with this couple and find out if what they have is worth fighting for or will the pain and hurt cause them to fall apart.
I could really go for some ice cream right now, oh no an icee.
Rolling over to my side I opened my eyes and saw that it was going on midnight. For some odd reason my body has its own alarm clock always going off at the same time begging me to feed it whatever weird ass craving I had.
I was going on five months pregnant and they got crazier by the day, but no matter what it always revolved around ice cream. Just yesterday I had a pickle and ice cream. Brian looked at me like I was crazy the entire time too.
Tapping Brian trying to get him to wake up, I laid on my side and stared at him until his left eye popped open. Flashing him a smile he rolled over on his other side and pulled the blanket over his head. Scooting closer I rolled over and wrapped my arm around his waist.
“Babe, wake up,” I placed gentle kisses along his back and up his neck. “Babe.”
I felt his body rise and fall before he rolled over onto his back. Wrapping his arm around my body he pulled me into him, kissed my forehead, took a deep breath and drifted back off to sleep.
I couldn’t even be mad at Brian, he had a long day at work. He literally came home, ate, took a shower, and now he’s in the bed knocked out counting sheep.
Knowing Brian normally keeps the fridge stocked with my ever changing cravings I climbed out of bed and headed downstairs. Looking through the freezer I came up empty handed for my Italian ice, but I was lucky enough to find my caramel cone ice cream. Not bothering to grab a bowl I picked up a spoon from the drying rack and made myself comfortable on the couch.
Wrapped up in the fleece blanket my mom bought me I got comfortable. Flipping through Hulu I decided to be weird and watch Law and Order SVU, but I started it from season one. I was so into the t.v. I hadn’t realized I ate the entire pint of ice cream until I was scraping the bottom and putting an empty spoon up to my mouth.
Shaking my head I laughed at my hungry ass, put the container on the coffee table and laid back. I don’t know when I fell asleep, but I woke up to Brian frantically yelling.
“Babe, what’s wrong?”
When I tried to sit up I felt a sharp pain surge through my body halting my movements. Confused, I looked down and couldn’t believe what was happening.
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