As Wesley suggested going downstairs to grab something to eat, I hesitated. The thought of leaving the comfort of the bedroom made me anxious. This room had become my safe haven, a space where I could avoid certain conversations or confrontations that I wasn't ready to have. But Wesley's insistence pushed me out of my comfort zone.I wanted to know something badly and it could not wait, downstairs the kids won't let us have a serious talk to I tried my shots to make him stay with me.
"We can eat up here," I suggested timidly. "This bedroom is big enough, we need to talk about something if you are comfortable."
Wesley, so easy-going and accommodating, He might have noticed my plight and agreed without any resistance. "Yes, no problem. Let me call Johnny and order," he said as he stood up
