I stepped forward. Her body language was telling me, yes.
But then the Holy Spirit spoke to me.Retreat. Retreat.
Niya bit down on her bottom lip. I groaned.
Just another inch,I told myself, picking up my foot.
Retreat,came the forceful tone.
I obeyed, finding my composure.
She squared her shoulders. “I love you, Sean Morrison.”
All I could do was stare.
“What are you looking at?” she asked, looking up at me from under her lashes.
“I’m staring because I like taking my time to appreciate your fineness,” I said. Then I took her hands in mine. “I will love you for an eternity.”
“For eternity and a day,” she added. “No matter what the future holds.”
A part of me was so ecstatic, I could hardly breathe. My baby had declared her love for me. But the biggest problem facing me and Niya wasn’t in the future. It was in the past.
