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**Andrea's POV**

I have not had a lot of wild imagination as an adult because my life turned out to be a mess when everything seemed to be perfect. Everyone thinks my nonchalance attitude caused me terrible problems. I am that one person that usually doesn't get serious with things. I wasn't like this before but something happened, it caused me great pain and changed me.

When I was much younger I met him. I was just 23, having gained admission into Oregon State University. The school is known for its acceptance of very smart and purposeful students. It wasn't just a privilege I got to be admitted into the school, I earned it! but what I cherished when I earned it soon left a sour taste in my jaws.

He is rich and handsome. Surely a dream man of every lady. I was naive. I imagined us raising kids together and the girl will look so much like him and she will love him more than me and whenever she gets me upset. I will just tell her to go and meet her look alike.

These thoughts started after our first date when he asked me a simple question, "What is your name, beautiful?"

I felt a tingly sensation. My pulse skipped. I could hardly catch a breath.

It didn't stop overnight. I imagined us having unstoppable sex back to back and truthfully(chuckles) two days back I imagined him seriously caressing my soft spots( Chuckles). I imagined us going to Church together but it is seven years now, We are fighting a divorce with two kids. I was raised in a religious home. My Mom never warmed us of anything more than she did about divorce. She hates the experience and thought. She had made it clear to all her daughters that any day she heard about us divorcing she will seize to be our Mother.

My mom will always remind us about what happened to Madeira, her first daughter. When we heard about the assault she was going through in her marriage. We all wanted her to end it but Mom refused until Madeira got hit the fifth time on her head. We rushed to the hospital to see her but as soon as we got there the doctor broke the news to us about the severe head injuries as a result. Mom persuaded my eldest Sis, Madeira, to leave the marriage.

It is exactly a month ago we did Madeira's death memorial. She passed away. She couldn't deal with the emotional trauma of leaving her marriage and she never had a child. So when Mom heard I was pregnant for a man she danced all day. I was told, "My marriage will be blissful," she said to everyone but Dad didn't move a cheek. He only called me on the phone one afternoon and said I wouldn't bring him shame. I thought about his words all night. How was I going to bring him shame? I didn't commit murder either. That was the last and only conversation I had with my Dad after everyone knew I was pregnant.

I had just clocked 23 when I was pregnant for Morgan's first child, Melvin, for Morgan. I couldn't concentrate in school with the pregnancy. He promised to be everything loving a husband will be, so I dropped out of school to spend my gestation period with my loving husband. My sweet cheeks and Chava.

Before Melvin was nine months old and ready to be pushed through my uterus in this delightful union. He proposed to marry me. That was all I ever wanted. Before anyone would say jerk, I said YES.

My Dad was furious.

The wedding wouldn't hold immediately due to my parent's pack culture would never allow any man to pay a dowry for a lady who is pregnant. That was when I found out I had messed up. I had surely disgraced my family.

Morgan thought it is wise to postpone the dowry payments which is like an official payment for the union with the man I love with all my life. I adored his 6ft height and muscular broad chest. I would lay on it all night listening to his heartbeat.

Morgan Freeman would never hurt a fly. His silvery voice was made in heaven, It makes me fall asleep when I lay in his arm. He assures me everything was going to be fine and we would-be mates and my dowry was going to be paid as soon as I give birth.

*I had to forfeit my education.* I didn't care, love had mattered to me. I had found fulfillment. My parents had a small owned home with nine siblings. Seven are girls, two boys, and I am the 7th girl. I didn't like the unending house chores. I was always looking for a way to run away from it, at least one-two month.

Everyone wanted me to stay back home until I give birth then Morgan can do the dowry payment as custom demands. I refuted. I didn't think I will survive staying away from Morgan. He didn't reject either to have me in his home so we lived together.

One year after the delivery of our son, Melvin. We were planning for the dowry party, The big setback was another pregnancy again. I and Morgan felt we were running behind time and we needed to seal our mate union.

*I agreed we forfeit my dowry.* That was the second thing I would be forgetting in my whole life in as much as I cherished them. I thought it would be the last.

I'm not a heavy drinker I can only get tipsy, I don't get drunk. But I'm very sexy and highly romantic when I get tipsy or a little bit drunk. Every time we went to the bar he bought me enough liquor. I took it nonetheless. I love him.

We were now planning for our white wedding. I called my sibling to join me in our home for the preparation. We had a lot of people in our duplex that I never met. I didn't like the number of persons in our home.