MELISSA QUIZON
"I like this one." I said while tasting the different flavors of the cake for our wedding.
"But, Baby, I hate strawberries." Wright's sweetly say as he caressed my thigh.
"But, I want this. Please? Just give it a shot. Hmm." As I extend the spoon to his lips.
His face turned sour and he shook. I pouted and said 'please'. He sighed and ate the cake.
Reid tugged my blouse to get my attention. "Mommy, I want too."
I split the cake and put in on my saucer and feed it to Reid. I wiped the edge of his lip because there was icing on it. I turned to Wright, and saw him spitting the piece of cake in the tissue as I frowned at him.
"Sorry." Guilt is visible on his face.
I raised an eyebrow at him. "Really?"
Nervously he says "I'm sorry, okay? I don't really like strawberries. But if that what makes you happy, okay fine. I can bear the taste."