'One night as I lay in bed, I yearned for my lover. I yearned for him, but he did not come. So I said to myself, "I will get up and roam the city, searching in all its streets and squares. I will search for the one I love."
~Culled from Songs Of Solomon 3:1&2
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"Mami? Is that him?"
The little girl curiously asked as she stared up at her mother.
Hilda approached them and gently took the little girl's hand before taking her away from the woman but the girl refused.
"It is him, Fortune dear, it is your papi."
Hilda's words further confirmed what Reginald already knew when his eyes fell on the little girl.
Her hair was the first thing he recognized before eyes. She had black hair but in front, there was a handful of grayish white hair in between the black which she inherited from Keturah.
Reginald slowly shifted his gaze back to his mate in shock. He didn't even know what to say. He was speechless to the bones.
