An older version of Keith stands before the both of us. He's aged well, not looking any different from the first and last time I met him, that was at my wedding.
Tall, broad shouldered with blue eyes, he has a demanding and powerful presence, just like his son. Vincent Salvatore is his name, a retired businessman. He's a wealthy man with him renting out his boats and properties, keeping busy and being healthy and enjoying life.
After Keith's mom passed on, Keith pretty much distanced himself from his whole family, especially his father, who was dealing with his own grief.
It's just so sad to know that the two hadn't talked for 2years and as much as years pass, and they try live their lives, they need each other. Keith needs his father, some fatherly guidance as to deal with different situations, especially in our marriage.
But because Keith is a stubborn man, it might take a while to convince him to give his father, his time.
" Why are you here?" Keith asks.
" I came to see my son, the same one who's been pushing me out of his life." Vincent responds.
" I don't have time for this." He turns to me. "Get in the car." He tells me.
I want to say something because of how bad I feel, seeing such emotion in Vincents eyes, seeing his son continuously push him away. Then I think of the time I met Jill, things didn't exactly end well and I don't want a repeat of that day, today.
" Kea."
I'm sorry Keith.
" Sir. Would you like to come over for lunch tomorrow?" I ask Vincent.
" What are you doing?" Keith murmurs in my ear.
" How does 1 pm sound, at the house?" I continue, avoiding Keith.
"Our house." Keith whisper corrects me.
" Our house." I smile up at Vincent, who's eyes light up a bit.
" I would love to, just as long as Keith wants me there." He directs the last sentence to his son.
" My wife has invited you over for lunch, it's important I be there. For my wife." He puts emphasis on the words my wife.
" We'd both be happy to have you over." I quickly jump in, smiling nervously.
" I'll be there."
"Well we'd better go now, something important is calling for us."
" Akiandra." I perk up when Vincent calls me.
" I'll be sure to be there. Should I bring something?"
" No, no. Just yourself is okay."
" Alright, I should be going. It was nice seeing you again son." His eyes plead for Keith to look at him, but Keith refuses to, his focus being on me.
"Akiandra, it was nice to see you again, even if we met once, I'm really glad to see you."
" You too sir."
" Bye."
" Bye." I say after him.
The minute he walks away, Keith turns to me, but I hold my hand up to silence him.
" Don't even say another word, if it is something negative against your father, or you want to scold me in meddling in your business. I'm your wife and if I see something not right, I will point it out and let you know. So we are inviting him, and you'll be there."
I do my best to keep a straight face on, but all I want to do is kiss him senseless.
" My lips are sealed in that, though I must say you look so hot demanding. Makes me wonder how you'll look angry."
He takes a step forward while I take another back and we form some kind of dance, till his arm encircles me, pulling me against his chest and caging me in.
"Don't ever run away from me again ."
" I wasn't, I was just- ," I stutter, my heart beating hard against my chest.
" Just what?" He breathes out, leaning his face close to mine, his fingers combing through my hair. My eyes automatically close with the nice feeling, his fingers going through my hair.
All I can do is sigh out, already forgetting what we were talking about. Soon I feel his lips brush mine, earning a whimper when the contact is lost.
" So beautiful." He murmurs against my lips.
My eyes flutter open, but not completely for they are hooded, being drunk in the feel of Keith's touch. Just a mere touch is enough to block out everything and everyone, a bubble forms around us and all I see and feel is Keith.
" We should go." He murmurs.
"Yeah we should." I take a minute to recover before fully opening my eyes and smiling up at him.
He returns my smile and kisses my forehead before leading me to the car. Halfway to the car, my legs almost give way due to another second's wave of dizziness, thank God for Keith who's arms keep me upright.
" Kea - hey, hey. Are you okay?" He says, tightening his arm around my waist.
I nod, leaning more of my weight on him, since I feel tired all of a sudden.
" I need words baby," he tells me, now picking me up and carrying me bridal style.
" I'm just tired, could I rest for a bit?" I ask, already resting my head against his chest.
" Okay Angel, just rest."
" Thank you." That's the last thing I say before I drown into a slumber.
******
Different but nice. That's how it feels, having woken up in Keith's room later in the evening. I can't believe I slept for 5hours straight. Gosh I must have been tired. Though I can't understand where the sudden tiredness came from, either way I've slept for a nation and now I'm up, trying to convince my dear husband of two things.
1. I don't need a doctor, I'm fine.
2. He needs to talk to his dad.
" You need to do this, you both need the talk." I tell him, before opening up my mouth for him to continue on feeding me, since my dear husband wouldn't let me lift a finger after I woke up.
He's treating me like I'm sick or even pregnant, gosh that would be far worse, he'd fuss over everything even the smallest of things.
Realizing where my thoughts were headed, a blush warms my cheeks.
" You're blushing." Why did he have to notice?
"No I'm not." I deny, trying to avoid eye contact but because it's Keith, he doesn't let me get away with it, when he tilts my head to his direction.
" What's going on in that pretty little head of yours?"
I sigh biting my lip. " It's really nothing, just some thoughts."
" Tell me." He presses.
Oh gosh, Keith this is the time I need for you to let things go.
" I was just thinking of how fussy you are now, imagine if I were pregnant. "
Silence.
Oh my, I've said something wrong.
" Well I'd fuss 150 times more for my two angels." Or maybe not.
" So you're not mad?" I ask.
" Why would I be mad?" He asks frowning.
" I don't know, I thought maybe you had reservations about having Kids."
" I want a whole soccer team with you but in time, after I'd had my own fair time spent just being married, where it's just us two and no further responsibilities. "
" Okay, so you want kids, with me?"
" Who else would live up to my standards of the perfect woman to bare my children, only you baby. "
He has a way with words.
" That's good, cause I want to have your children too." I say, perking up at at this.
For some reason, this has him bursting out in laughter, you know that full on laugh where your head tilts back. Yep, that's Keith.
" God, baby your cute." He says, kissing my forehead.
I smile along with my heart, feeling good about making him laugh.
" Know one thing though?"
" What?"
" I plan to take you to see the world." My smile widens at that.
Later on in the night, the two of us lay in bed, in comfortable silence, enjoying each others presence. I listen to his heartbeat, loving the calm thumps, a rhythm created just for my ears.
" Keith?"
" Mhm?"
" You won't change your mind tomorrow?"
" No. "
" Good."
" But."
" But?"
" You have to see the doctor afterwards."
I sigh, not saying anything.
" Kea?"
" Okay, K-bear." I mumble, now feeling sleepy.
" Good. Wait, what did you just call me?"
"Nothing."
" Hmm, I could have sworn you called me handsome."
" Yeah, that's it." I say, smiling in silent humour.
" Love you."
" Love you too K-bear."
" I heard that." He says.
I sleep smiling, keeping my mouth mum while silently promising to call him that more often.
*******
I'm nervous, not for me, but for both of them. Who am I talking about, Keith and Vincent.
The two haven't really spoken in so long and I don't know how things will turn out today.
I'm hoping for a good day.
" So are you ready?" I ask Keith, who sits comfortably on the couch, flipping through channels.

" Keith?" He looks at me.
" So, tell me how you feel. Nervous?"
"Lucky." He mumbles, just staring at me.
" What?"
" I'm the luckiest bastard. Come here baby." He holds out his hand for me.
" Keith, language!" I warn, still walking over to him. He pulls me close, where I now stand in between his legs.
His hands reach my hips.
" You look so hot right now baby."
" Keith we should- ."
" Lets just cancel and spend the rest of the day cuddling."
" No we can't cancel, your father is on his way, now come on." I say, pecking his lips before moving out of reach, heading for the door.
I hear him groan behind me.
" I'm only doing this because I love you." He says, just as the doorbell rings.
As we head over to the door, where Sarah is letting our guest in, we hear a commotion outside.
" What the hell is going on?" Keith demands, meeting his father halfway.
" The journalists are here."
"What the heck for, who even let them in?"
" Well it's who, attracted them?"
I frown in confusion just as the door opens, revealing a new arrival.
" Hello every one." Jill says, stepping forward with Elena right behind.