At exactly a half past seven Watson was in the parking lot, dressed in a black tuxedo, leaning on his car, a Red Ferrari this time, the date was special. Another banquet of flowers at hand periodically checking his Rolex. Anytime from then she was going to walk out of the hospital, looking like a contestant in a beauty pageant and not a nurse. And so, she did, in a white silky maxi dress that swept the floor as she walked. He looked at her with pride, wishing she could run and get to him faster, she looked beautiful anyone who didn't know her would have argued about the fact that she was a mother of a nineteen-year-old.
"Damn!"
"You like it?" She asked grabbing him by the collar, planted a kiss on his lips he almost dropped the flowers and another gift box.
"I love it, for you honey b
