'our sisterhood ended the moment I started staring at you with jealousy in my eyes.'
In this life, so many people almost everyone has his or her own insights on what it is like to live in this world.
We live different lives and lead them differently due to so many causes but the common thing here is that we all live.
We live and lead normal lives, like waking up, eating, doing something a day, then eating again, and then again, and then going to sleep.
No matter what, we all have that routine experience.
But here is the uncommon perspective we don't always share as humans happiness and love. We have different sources of where we find our happiness and we love differently and to that to different things.
This took me twenty-eight years of my life to get pure and true happiness and love but I have to say am lucky because I know most people don't even make it to it.
One day a source of lightness walked into my life demanding nothing but attention, love, affection, and nothing more and I granted it to her just like that.
I put myself out there and no matter what the world would throw or how the universe wanted differently from what I saw, I never ceased to back down.
I hold on with both of my hands to the woman fate granted in my way and hold on to it with everything I had in me and to this very moment I have never once, never regretted the decision I took of holding on.
Fighting out of each odds, fighting out everything else coming my way or our way. I held on to the woman in front of me without allowing anything to tell me otherwise and I found happiness in this world.
The most richness that can't be sowed anywhere in this world, I found it.
I found happiness and pure and secure love that can't be bought anywhere or with anything.
I look at Samantha in a white dress and I swear this girl was a godsend to bless the world with her beauty.
The mere sight of her made my eyes tear and I would proudly say it because I am not ashamed of it.
I am not ashamed that my wife made me cry by just her sight in a white dress.
It was after the wedding that Joshua, my best friend from Rwanda teased me about it but I didn't care.
It was when he asked where my wife was that I realized she had been taking so long that I went to look for her.
I walked right where Leila told me she was and her one glance, one smile was enough to make me throw away all of the other thoughts and everything out of the window leaving only her in my mind.
But of course, she had different thoughts than mine and it was when she walked away from me to the bathroom, that I remembered her friend told me to handle her envelope.
Now that I have mentioned it to her, she pales in front of me and looks like she's seen or heard of a guest making me want to kick myself for bringing it up.
Dammit Leila, why didn't she tell me? I didn't know it was going to make her this tense.
"Darling." She blinks at me and stares into my eyes, which is what I have grown to learn it's something she does when she needs strength to go through or do something.
"I am here for you darling." She nods her head and walks closer to me.
"I know." She reaches for the envelope and walks down to a couch located beside the window and takes a seat on it.
"Come, help me with this." She waves the envelope in the air and I frown. I don't understand what she means or what she wants but I still walk to her.
She guides me to sit beside her, she is looking at the envelope and it's after a moment that I hear her say.
"My grandparents gave me this before the wedding… it came from my sister." It hits me then of a sudden pale.
"You haven't opened it." It's not a question but an observation however she still shakes her head.
I move my hand to the side of her head and move it slowly so she turns to look at me, to look in my eyes.
"I am here." I make sure I have her gaze on me. She stares into my eyes and I give her whatever she is always willing to take and finding in my eyes to her.
"We are going to open it together." She nods her head before she hands it to me. "Open it for us." I nod my head taking the envelope from her hand.
I know she is been wanting to talk to her sister all this time. I just hope for her that this doesn't backstab or put her in the state I never want to see her my whole life.
I open the envelope and pull out a letter. I unfold it and a single glance of it makes her relieve a small gasp. "It's her handwriting."
"Do you want me to read it for you?"
"Please." I look at her, she is shaking a little. I know it's not from the cold though she is wearing a strapless dress so it might also be from the cold.
But I know it's not.
I reach for my jacket put it around her shoulders and pull her in my arms too.
"Thank you." She offers in a small voice. "It's okay."
I reach for the letter and unfold it as I get ready to ready it for her.
I still put it in the middle of us so she can read it too if she wants to.
Hello sam,
Hey, haha. I already greeted I guess. Stupid of me or more like cowardice of me.
Sam, hey, uh I don't know how to do this exactly another thing I am realizing you are better than me which doesn't surprise me now.
I guess I have grown used to it but at least now I am saying it aloud not with a resenting heart.
Listen, Sam Am sorry,
I know my apology means nothing to you given what I did to you but….
I don't know.
Sam am so messed up, please leave me alone. Your…your existence is enough to remind me of what a fuck up that I am and I hate it.
This is not me trying to excuse myself or anything.
I am sorry for what I did to you that you know and what you don't know of.
I could go into detail but it would take a fucking novel to finish and I don't think it would be of any benefit to you…just know that for everything I am sorry.
I have been paying the price of my doing because once I realized it, I was late and so far gone so I got myself out of your picture and our family's picture.
It's better that way and given the letter you've been sending me, I know it was the right thing to do for everyone.
Look, I don't want to take any more of your time. I fucked up, am a mess but am my own mess to take care of.
Please have a blessed blissful marriage, I wish you the best in your life. I really do.
But I ask you that you stop sending me letters.
Tell Mom and Dad to stop checking on me and stop Yarrow too.
I don't want to detach myself much further but I will have to if you guys don't stop.
Take care of yourselves.
I would appreciate it if you forgot about me because our sisterhood ended the moment I started staring at you with jealousy in my eyes.
I really don't hate you, I don't.
It's just a mess and I think I have done enough damage in everyone else lives so am out.
Tell everyone to back the hell away from me including you and your letters.
Bye…
By the end of the letter, I pull back to find Samantha in tears. I know she is been crying but it still breaks my heart to see her drenched in tears.
I bring her face close to my chest and run my fingers in her hair comfortingly.
I don't know what it is like having a sibling deny you or cut you out of their life but I know what it's like being denied by a family member.
The pain is purely unsurvivable.
Her cries suddenly get louder and turn into broken sobs not long.
I don't know for how long we sit there, for how long she cries, or how long I hold her. I just know that she has to let it all out and I rather her now than later.
Someone comes and I realize it's Leila coming to get us but seeing the situation at hand makes her pause.
"Is everything okay?"
"Go get her family." She nods her head and walks back out without saying anything.
Later on, her family is making their way into the room.
Samantha doesn't pull from me as I tell them everything that happened and I give them the letter too.
Their mother also breaks like Samantha but Mr Adams is there for her, Yarrow is standing there but he is also clenching and unclenching his jaw with tears in his eyes.
It takes long for everyone to get hold of themselves but I feel for them so much. I know what it is like very well.
But to not raise suspicions, we eventually go back to the guests who send curious looks and pointing looks at us but we still carry on with everything left to end the event.
Samantha is not her usual happy but I don't push her.
She dances with my dad, then me then with everyone else who asks for her to dance. We cut the cake and take speeches alongside gifts.
It's the ending time when she is crying again with her family that I feel like a jerk to be taking her far away when her family is going through hard times but I come again to realize being sad is not also going to help her in any way.
It's when we are in the jet flying that I hear her voice. "What did she mean with that that she wrote?" I am running my fingers in her hair when she asks that.
She is lying on the top of my chest and we are flying to Santa Boras for our honeymoon.
"I think your sister needs time." She scoffs softly. "But it's been almost five years an…and you heard her, why can't she let us help? What does she mean by saying she has hurt me several times? Even I forgave her for what she did to us and I told her that what more could she have done?" It pains me to listen to the pain in her voice but this is something out of all of our control so there is nothing I can do except be here for Samantha.
"She is a huge mess just like she said it herself." She says again but I don't think there is anything we can do.
We reach the resort where we will be staying in the afternoon and Samantha goes to sleep saying she is tired. I don't know if it's because she is tired or if it's because she wants to avoid Savannah's topic.
The next few days worry me so much because Samantha does a flip on me.
We learn from her grandparents that her sister left their house on the day of our wedding the next day we got here.
But ever since Samantha has been telling me she is tired so frequently and has lost her appetite it worries me because everything she tries to stomach she empties by vomiting it not so long.
On the fifth day, I couldn't take it anymore I invited a doctor to check on her at the resort because she would not be allowed to leave.
We are both surprised to learn, that she is pregnant we realize all her tiredness, laziness, nausea, and vomiting came from her being pregnant.
For the first time since the letter from her sister, I see a genuine smile on her face.
"I am pregnant." She said that the night after we would make love lying in my arms. She brings my arms and rests them on her flat stomach.
"We have a little us growing in here?" She says pulling an amused smile on my face.
"Isn't it way too magical for us to understand the way the world works?"
"Why do you think like that?" She runs my palms over her stomach.
"Look how Savannah walked out of my life and disregarded our sisterhood and everything for nothing but still walked out of my life the way she did but now fate just granted me this other opportunity with new blessings and relationships in my life." I listen to her carefully.
"Isn't this fate telling me to stop worrying about my past and to just focus on my future because now I know it's what I have to do." I haven't said anything because I don't think she wants me to say anything at all.
It feels like she is letting it out again and this time I hope for it to be the last time.
"What if she doesn't want me? I have our unborn baby and everyone else there for me. Her loss not me nor our family." She stirs a little before she turns in my arms to face me.
She cups my cheek. "Does it make me a bad or neglectful person because I want to give my sister what she wants?" I shake my head because it doesn't.
"No."
"Am going to give her what she wants." I nod my head and lean in to kiss her lightly.
"Good, because she doesn't deserve even a multi-second of your day."
"No, she doesn't."
She says and then before we knew it were making love under the sheets for the second time.
In the next upcoming days, we share the news of Samantha's pregnancy with both of our families and among close friends and everyone is genuinely happy for us.
I don't see Samantha sulking anymore.
I don't know if it's the knowledge of knowing what was the cause or if she's trying to make peace with her sister not wanting her in her life but eventually, we end up having an amazing honeymoon full of memories.
We go back home and get to live such an amazing, happy ever-after life.
Before everything, I was surprised back when everything hadn't happened when Samantha came to my office and told me she wanted an internship in Dan's empire. It was when she told me she had been taking business course because she wanted to be my secretary till I wanted her to be for me.
I was mad at her for doing such a thing, I was so frustrated in her honor. She shouldn't have been making big decisions in her life alongside mine like that.
She wouldn't listen or worse give up so I let her have her way because I also couldn't deny her anything.
She started as an intern as my secretary and then became my official secretary and from then I could not imagine not having her as my secretary or beside me like I have.
We get to live a wonderful life and work wonderfully together, working with Samantha turns out to be another coming true dream that I didn't know I had all that time.
My life is fine and above fine and everything I have ever wished for.
But it showed it would keep getting better and better, once we get to learn that Samantha was pregnant with twins who turned out to be two identical amazing twin boys.
It gets better when we meet them and hold them for the first time in our arms because then it hits me that I didn't realize what another different type of happiness and love these boys were going to fill in my life.
Olive and Olivis spur a completion, which we didn't realize was needed until then. They are anything but perfect and as scary as it is.
My heart, my breathing, my everything now revolves around them.
In contrast, if this is what I keep getting on while living with Samantha.
I say bring it on.
Loving and caring for Samantha and our perfect boys is everything any man out there could wish for.
I hold on to them so tightly in the hospital bed fifteen hours after deliverance of them knowing I would have to die before I would let any harm come their way.
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THE END!!!
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Now I have to say this is where we officially end Jealous In My Sister's Eyes.
Such a long ride.
I will take time to thank each one of you who showered me with your support and love.
Thank you so much. Without you all I could not have made it anywhere further.
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It's such a bittersweet moment letting these love birds go but really everything has its ending point.
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