Debby’s POV:
“We’re here,” Jay said softly as he opened the door to an apartment.
“Come on in,” he said, then walked in with his hand still on the door to keep it open.
I hesitated but entered with the pup in my arms.
I still didn’t understand why he refused to take me back to the beach house when it was my home. No matter what I said, his response was always the same: no.
He shut the door behind us, then moved closer and wrapped his arm around my shoulder while I looked around with a smile.
The place looked somewhat expensive yet very welcoming. The living room was like something out of a movie, and it made my heart beat rapidly.
“Whose apartment is this?” I asked seriously.
“Mine,” he answered simply.
I looked at him seriously, giving him a cold glare. I wasn’t joking around with him.
“I’m telling you the truth. This is my apartment, or should I say my building. When I was in college, I refused to go back and forth from home to class. My parents, who were very concerned about my studies, decided to buy me this building. They then handed me the papers, which were in my name, and this room was the one I chose and liked better than the suite. The manager and the workers all know this, which is why they do their best to keep this place the same as when I moved in. Even after many years, it still looks the same,” he answered.
How rich was he? Was his family billionaires, not millionaires?
“Come on, let me show you the bedroom,” he said, then led me to the second room in the hallway.
When I entered, I smiled happily. A huge wardrobe was next to a closed door, and opposite it was a king-size bed with white bed sheets spread out.
“This will be your room. Mine will be at the far end,” he said, then walked to the closed door and opened it.
“This is your bathroom, and at the far end, there is another door which leads downstairs to a library. Don’t laugh at me for being weird. I know how hilarious it is to go through the bathroom just to reach the library,” he said as I laughed softly.
“Were you planning on making it a panic room?” I teased.
“No, I wasn’t. It’s just that every time I came out of the library after studying a lot, I needed to use the bathroom, so I found it convenient to have one nearby,” he answered as I shook my head.
He really thought of it as a good idea when it was actually a funny one.
“So you chose this apartment for us?” I asked, then walked over to where he was standing and looked at everything in the room.
The damn bathroom was the size of the bedroom and it looked somehow like a dressing room.
There were bright rows of lights, a big mirror, a well-organized makeup table, and a chair on my left.
A toilet was a few meters away, and a wall shelf with clean towels folded neatly was right above the large bathtub. A tall, white gloss bathroom cupboard was on the right side next to a shower.
“Did you usually bring women here?” I asked with detest.
“What? No. I asked a friend of mine to set up the makeup table and cupboard before you were discharged. I thought ladies loved those,” he answered.
I was about to tell him how thoughtful and sweet he was when the pup made a low sound, grabbing my attention.
“For hours, I haven’t seen her eyes, and she’s been sleeping for hours. Is it normal? Even when she was feeding, she had her eyes closed,” I said, concerned.
“Remember what my brother said? It is normal. Also, she did open her eyes when you were resting,” he answered.
I moved to the bed and sat down, looking at her face.
When she yawned and opened her eyes, my heart raced.
She had dark grey eyes, just like Johnson, but that didn’t bother me at all because she was still my baby.
“There you go, she’s trying to comfort you by showing you her beautiful eyes,” he said, then moved closer and sat down next to me.
When he moved his finger in front of her, she raised her little hand and grabbed it.
“Oh wow. She already likes me this much,” he said, then laughed softly as I blinked back my forming tears.
“Have you decided on what to name her?” he asked seriously.
“No, I can’t come up with anything,” I answered honestly.
“How about Daisy?” he asked. “It’s similar to your own name and it sounds nice. Also, it’s a name I would have given my daughter whom I loved dearly because the name means a lot to me. It was my late grandmother’s.”
I looked at him, then shifted and kissed his cheek lightly.
“Then Daisy it is,” I answered.
“Thank you,” he whispered softly.
“Oh, wait here. Let me prepare something good for you to eat,” he said, then stood up and walked out of the bedroom.
“Now look at your father. Isn’t he loving and kind to us?” I asked Daisy softly, then laughed when she slightly parted her lips.
“Are you hungry? Do you want Mommy to feed you?” I asked, then looked at the door when it opened.
“I forgot that the fridge was empty. What should I do? Should I ask my brother to send someone to bring us groceries, or should we order in?” he asked.
“Why can’t you go out and get them?” I asked seriously.
“No way am I leaving your side,” he answered as I chuckled softly.
“I am not going anywhere,” I pointed out.
I know, but I still don’t want to leave your side. Perhaps after a week, you need to take a bath and relax a little more. The bath you took back at the hospital wasn’t good enough,” he whined, changing the topic.
“Fine, ask your brother to assist us. I’m craving some hot chicken soup with rice,” I said as my mouth watered.
“Just give me a few minutes, I’ll make a phone call to him and have someone buy us groceries. Also, I’ll make sure that you enjoy your meal. I may not look like it, but I am rather an excellent cook,” he said as I smiled warmly at him.
“I can’t wait,” I answered.
He nodded and then walked out and shut the door behind, leaving me alone with Daisy.