"Hey, my love." Aaron said as Zera stepped into the kitchen.

She had entered the living room and smelt the wonderful aroma of Ghanian-spiced turkey, and she immediately knew it was Aaron's handiwork. She didn't even go to the bedroom to set her bag down; she immediately approached. She remembered her dream, and it made her heartbeat unsteady, but Aaron's voice, which came from within the kitchen, told her he was the one inside. She released a sigh, at ease with him, and walked over to ...