I can’t believe all the stuff Jakari has been busy doing behind my back. He hired a moving company that brought over all the stuff from our condo, except small stuff like dishes, clothes, curtains etcetera because none of it was packed up. He had some furniture that I had my eye on delivered and set up. I am just stepping back into the kitchen from going to take a peek in the master bedroom. I was hoping our bed was in there because I really wanted to stay here tonight. Of course it is because my perfect husband always thinks of everything. Qimora, who is the oldest out of us girls, interrupts my thoughts when she says, “So how many babies you two plan on having? Because by the looks of this place you could have 10 and still have room for more!” Her brown eyes sparkle with excitement. “Qimora, why don’t you have an army of your own? Then you can stop trying to put that task off on me?” “I would if my husband was taking me to Jamaica and surprising me with houses and stuff!”
