Makayla lay awake staring at the alarm clock. She always got nervous before a big photo shoot, making sleep almost impossible. Tamarius lay beside her. They had been seeing each other for the past year, and he still dumbfounded her with his untainted love and support. Although she held back, reluctant to let her heart fall completely in love with him, she knew she was only kidding herself. She would marry him in a heartbeat if he proposed. In her heart she was certain he was the one for her.
"Can't sleep?" Tamarius mumbled. He turned over and wrapped his arm around her waist.
"You know me."
"Don't be nervous. You’ll do great tomorrow," he said.
"Do you think you can handle it?" Makayla smiled. Tomorrow she would be posing with a few, handsome, young, Hawaiian, male models.
"Don't worry about me. Just focus on the shoot." He didn't want to think about other men touching her. He also knew she wouldn’t be able to focus if she was too concerned about his feelings.
"Okay," Makayla whispered.
"Now go to sleep before I make you." Tamarius smiled.
"Make me?" Makayla laughed.
Tamarius bit her neck softly as she released soft moans. Tamarius' eyes were wide open now as he pulled down the silk strap of her nightgown. Sliding it down, he kissed her in the places that made her scream and then made love to her. They lay together, breathless, before slowly drifting off to sleep.
It was 5:15 in the morning when the alarm woke them from a peaceful sleep. Tamarius hurried out of bed and headed for the bathroom to turn the shower on for Makayla who ran around the room searching for an outfit to wear.
"Kay, just jump in the shower and relax. You’re not going to be late," Tamarius assured her.
"You’re right. We can't be late. It's only five minutes away." Makayla conceded as she stripped off her robe and stepped into the shower.
Tamarius chuckled to himself as he brushed his teeth.
"Are you coming in?" Makayla asked.
"Thought you'd never ask." Tamarius rinsed out his mouth and slipped off his boxers. He stepped into the shower and yelled. "Is it hot enough for you?"
Makayla laughed and turned down the hot water. "I like it hot."
"I got something hot I'm sure you’re gonna love."
"No, we’ll be late. What time is it?” She reached out to glance at her watch on the counter. ”Crap, I'm going to get dressed." She jumped out of the shower leaving Tamarius speechless.
They made it to the photo shoot on time. Makayla gave Tamarius a quick kiss before running off to her trailer.
"Would you like some coffee, Mr. Martinez?" A young female voice purred.
He turned to see who was speaking. A young girl offered him a flirtatious grin as she held a tray of coffee to him.
Being cordial, he accepted a styrofoam cup, filled with dark, Hawaiian coffee with a smile. "Mmm, the good stuff."
"Enjoy." She blushed and walked away.
Makayla sat in a chair, getting her face done by Gina, her makeup artist. A wave of nausea crept over her. She pulled out her cell phone and texted Tamarius, asking him to come to her trailer. Less than five minutes, later he was there.
"Still nervous?" he asked.
"I feel nauseous."
"Do you need to throw up?" Gina asked, stepping back.
"I don't know. I just feel a little off."
"We didn't eat breakfast. Let me get you something to eat." Before she could argue, Tamarius ran out of the trailer.
Makayla grew worse, and by the time Tamarius returned, she was in the bathroom vomiting. He was concerned about her and the photo shoot that was about to start. She looked a mess, and he wondered how she was going to pull off looking fabulous in barely five minutes. He placed her breakfast on a small table and walked over to the trailer's bathroom. Gina was there holding Makayla’s hair back as she knelt before the toilet.
"I got her," Tamarius told the makeup artist as she helped Makayla to her feet.
Makayla leaned over the bathroom sink trying to catch her breath. She turned on the faucet to rinse out her mouth and brush her teeth.
Gina made her way out of the restroom and pulled Tamarius aside. "Is she pregnant?" she queried.
Tamarius was baffled by her boldness. "No, no that’s... no."
"Mmm, well I’m going to tell them she needs a little time." Gina stepped out of the trailer, just as Makayla walked out of the bathroom.
"Hey, sweetie," Makayla greeted.
"Hey, do you feel better?" Tamarius asked. His tone was distant and didn’t quite convey the concern he felt. He was consumed with his own thoughts, questioning the possibility of Makayla being pregnant.
"Yeah, what's wrong? You look as if someone just told you about a death." Makayla walked over to the table where the container with her breakfast sat.
Tamarius was momentarily speechless as he turned to face Makayla. He weighed his words and finally spilled the question. "Did you take your pill?"
"Birth control? Don't worry. I’m not pregnant." Makayla opened the styrofoam box, letting the aroma of spicy, Portuguese sausage, eggs and white rice fill the air. "This looks good," she mumbled.
"Did you take it this morning?" Tamarius asked nervously.
"Of course, Tamarius, stop it. I'm not pregnant. Don't worry. I won’t ruin your life by becoming pregnant," she snapped, suddenly annoyed by his questions.
She quickly shoved a fork full of food into her mouth to shut herself up. She could see Tamarius was upset by what she had said.
He paced the trailer. He had a bad temper and had learned to control it over the years through prayer and meditation. Though Tamarius relaxed and decided to let it go for now, he didn't want to let her think he wouldn't want to have children with her some day.
"Makayla—" he began.
"It's okay. I understand.”
"Please, I need to focus. There’s nothing to talk about anyway." She set her fork down and walked back into the bathroom to wash up. When she returned to the room, she walked past Tamarius trying to ignore his presence.
He gently grabbed her wrist, making her stop. "Makayla, please hear me out," he pleaded.
"I can't right now," she replied, fighting back her tears. Makayla convinced herself he wouldn't say the things she needed to hear. She pulled her hand away and left the trailer.
With a disgruntled shrug, Tamarius sat on the couch trying to figure out what had just happened.
"Relationships are never easy," Tamarius heard the voice of his spirit guide, Mathius, say.
"Every time I think she's put her wall down..."
"Makayla has been through a lot from a very young age. Men have disappointed her for years. The last one did a real number on her heart. She loves you; however, that doesn't mean she isn't going to be scared," Mathius went on.
"I'm not going to hurt her. She should know that... she's psychic."
"Yes, but emotions can make visions cloudy. You know this."
"She's the one for me."
"Yes, she is. Finally you have found the one you’re meant to be with."
"Mathius, I want to pop the question."
"Pull out your cell phone and act like you’re on it. Someone is coming," Mathius stated with calm efficiency.
Accustomed to the routine, Tamarius pulled out his cell phone and began talking into it as Gina entered the trailer to get her makeup boxes. She smiled at him moving quickly so as not to disturb his conversation.
"It is good that you want to marry her, but just remember she may hesitate. Watch your temper and continue to pray and meditate. Tamarius, remember relationships have their ups and downs." Mathius' voiced played through the phone.
"All right. Thank you." Tamarius slipped his phone back into his pocket and headed out to find Makayla. He loved watching her model.
He found her surrounded by a group of male, hula dancers. She looked beautiful. No one would think she’d been sick just moments ago. He smiled at her as she caught sight of him.
Makayla blushed and the photographer went wild. "That’s it! That’s the look. Over here, Makayla!" he shouted with excitement.
Makayla shifted her focus as she posed with the dancers. Tamarius felt a bit of tension rise through his shoulders as he watched the woman he loved take on a romantic pose with a fire dancer. After a few moments he left. He had to take a walk and take some time to think. Hopping into the limo, he decided to go out to a local jewelry store. He was finally ready to ask Makayla the big question. He prayed she was ready to accept his proposal.