The Treehouse

T W E N T Y - O N E

I tried to ignore the knowing look my father sent me, but I quickly changed the subject onto the wedding when the two of them began to bet on when I would admit my more than friendly feelings for Myles.

Which is never.

"How's your mother?" My father asked as Nevah began to prep dinner.

Nevah turned her head in my direction a smirk forming on her face.

My father and mother were high school sweethearts, madly in love with one other. 

Seeing their love for one another made me believe in soulmates.

For over ten years they were a happy couple and having Nevah and I added more joy to their life.

However, things began to take a toll on their marriage.

Once my father was promoted to a higher position as a lead designer in his company it caused him to travel all the time for his work.

Similarly, my mother was promoted to a nurse manager at her hospital and it caused her to work longer hours.

This cause a lot of arguments between the two, as they felt that the other was putting their work above their partner and they barely saw the other.

After seeing how their constant fights were affecting Nevah and I, they decided to file for a divorce when I was seven.

My father soon moved out but made sure to spend time with Nevah and me frequently as my mother and him remained friends throughout the years.

Before I could answer his question we heard the front door open.

"I'm home!" I heard my mother call out, making a large smile appear on my father's face.

Once again Nevah and I sent each other knowing looks after seeing his reaction.

"Nevah? Jesse? Where are you guys?" She said curiously.

"We're in the kitchen," I responded before hearing her footsteps make their way over to the kitchen.

"Hey, who's car is parked out in the front?" Was the first thing she said before her eyes fell upon my father.

"Wale, you're back." She said her lips parting in shock.

"Hey, Adeola," He said his smile widening at the sight of my mother as he went to stand in front of her.

Slowly a smile that reflected my father's formed on my mother's face.

"C'mere," He said opening his arms.

Stepping forward my mother sank into my father's arms as a sigh of relief fell from her lips.

Her head was curled up in the nook of his neck, her arms wound tightly around his waist. My father's arms were wrapped just as tight around my mother as his head laid on top of hers.

Nevah and I looked at the two of them with gentle smiles, knowing how much they missed one another.

Even after all these years, the divorce has yet to be finalized, both of them making petty excuses on why they haven't.

The fact of the matter is that they haven't moved on from the other. I mean neither of them has dated anyone these last couple of years.

It was obvious that the two of them were still in love with one another. 

Every time they were around each other it seemed like they were in their own world. 

Their smiles are bright-eyed and their eyes gleaming with joy.