Think a title for:Rose
Entering the vibrant toy store, Mark's eyes widened in awe, taking in the colorful display of toys. He tugged at my hand, his excitement palpable. “Wow, Rose! Look at all these toys! Can I have them all?”
I chuckled, playfully teasing him. “Oh, Mark, if only we could bring the whole store home with us! Let's see which ones catch your eye first.”
Joseph joined in, his smile radiating warmth. “Remember, Mark, we have to choose wisely. We can't possibly fit an entire toy store in our living room!”
Mark giggled, his tiny voice filled with innocent enthusiasm. “But Daddy, I want everything!”
I shared a knowing glance with Joseph, revelling in the joy of this special outing. “Hmm, how about we start with your favorite action figures? Let's find the coolest ones!”
As we meandered through the aisles, Mark's excitement grew, his little hand tugging at mine, urging me to explore further. Joseph and I exchanged playful glances, savoring the shared delight of this family adventure. “Look, Rose! It's Iron Man! And Spider-Man! Can I get both?”
I nodded, a grin spreading across my face. “Of course, Mark! Let's add them to our cart. But remember, you have to promise to share them with Daddy too!”
Joseph adopted a mock seriousness, his eyes twinkling mischievously. “Yes, Mark. Superheroes always work together as a team, remember?”
Mark giggled, his innocent laughter echoing through the store. “Okay, Daddy, we can play superheroes together!”
Our journey through the toy store continued, Mark's wide-eyed wonder leading us to a section filled with remote-controlled cars. “Rose, Daddy, look at this! Can we race them?”
I couldn't help but share in Mark's excitement. “Absolutely! Let's have a friendly race. Daddy, you're going down!”
Joseph playfully raised an eyebrow, a spark of competitiveness in his eyes. “Oh, you're challenging me, Rose? Prepare to be overtaken!”
Laughter filled the air as we maneuvered the remote-controlled cars, our joyous banter adding to the lively atmosphere of the store. Mark's infectious giggles and our playful rivalry brought smiles to the faces of fellow shoppers. “Rose, Daddy, you're so slow! I'm winning!”
Joseph pretended shock, his tone laced with playful theatrics. “Oh no, Rose! We can't let him win! Full throttle!”
I laughed, my heart brimming with joy. “I'm coming for you, Mark! Prepare to be overtaken!”
We continued our exploration, our laughter harmonizing with the tinkling music of the toy store. Mark's curiosity led us to a section adorned with art supplies, where creativity beckoned. “Rose, what can we do with these?”
I leaned in, my voice filled with excitement. “Oh, Mark, the possibilities are endless! We can create beautiful drawings and paintings together. Let your imagination run wild!”
Joseph's eyes gleamed with playful intent. “Mark, let's see who can paint the most colorful masterpiece!”
Mark's face lit up, his determination shining through. “I'm going to make the best painting ever!”
Amidst paint-splattered brushes and laughter-filled moments, we revelled in our shared creativity, cherishing the bond that grew stronger with every stroke of the brush.
 
“Look, Rose! Daddy! I made a rainbow!”
My heart swelled with pride as I admired Mark's vibrant artwork. “It's magnificent, Mark! You truly have a gift.”
Joseph's voice was filled with pride and admiration. “You're an artist, Mark. Keep creating and expressing yourself.”
it was time to leave the toy store. With arms full of toys, hearts brimming with joy, and a newfound sense of unity, we headed towards the exit.
“Thank you both for this wonderful day. It's moments like these that make me cherish being a part of our amazing family.”
Joseph's voice carried a depth of emotion. “Rose, you're not just a part of our family; you're an integral piece that brings us love, laughter, and unforgettable memories. We're grateful to have you.”
Mark wrapped his small arms around me, his voice filled with pure affection. “We love you, Rose! You're the best!”
Tears of happiness welled up in my eyes as I embraced them both, our hearts intertwined in a bond that would forever hold us together.
Walking towards the parking, Mark was asleep in my arms and I was waiting for Joseph to bring the car around after he stuffs all the extra space with the toys he’s just bought when my heart raced as Richard carelessly collided into me, jostling me off balance. Standing beside him, Isabella seized the opportunity to assert her presence, her voice dripping with superiority.
“Well, well, if it isn't Rose,” Isabella said with a smirk. “Fancy running into you here. Just so you know, I'm on the hunt for toys for our little bundle of joy. Isn't it thrilling?” she added caressing her completely flat tummy.
I managed to muster a polite smile, congratulating her on her pregnancy. “Congratulations, Isabella. I hope you find the perfect toys for your baby.”
Isabella's condescending tone didn't go unnoticed. She continued, her words laced with false generosity and superiority.
“You know, Rose, despite everything, I still forgive you,” Isabella said, feigning magnanimity. “I want us to be friends again, like we used to be.”
As Isabella continued to boast about her “forgiveness” and the supposed magnanimity of her actions, a surge of anger coursed through me. I maintained my composure, my smile serene as I responded. “That's very big of you, Isabella. I'm glad you've found it in your heart to forgive someone who doesn’t care you live or die. But I would rather live my life away from you.” Memories of her betrayal and Richard's infidelity flooded my mind. With a mix of sarcasm and a touch of vindictiveness, I whispered a retort that I couldn't help but deliver. “Isabella, my dear, you can go screw yourself just like Richard was screwing your sister the night before your wedding. Or perhaps you'd prefer to dwell on the times he was fucking you while we were dating. I mean some people just like to sleep around and want no consequence from it.” I murmured, my words dripping with an edge of bitterness. “You both got what you deserved. However, I do pity the innocent baby who will be born into your messed-up lives. I can only hope they won't be as damaged as you two.”
Shock and anger twisted Isabella's face, her pretense shattered by my words. Before she could respond, Richard stepped closer, his voice oozing with arrogance.
“Oh, Rose, you didn't think I sold off all my shares of that company of yours, did you?” Richard taunted. “I still own ten percent of the company. I know about your new project, the ad campaign.”
Surprise flickered across my face as I processed his revelation. “How did you find out about that?”
Richard's smug smile revealed his lingering connection to the company. “I've kept my shares. I still have a stake in your precious venture. Don't underestimate me.”
Isabella's expression soured, realization dawning upon her. Just then, Joseph returned, sensing the tension in the air.
“What's going on here?” Joseph's voice cut through the mounting hostility. He quickly ushered Mark away, offering a protective shield against the brewing storm. “Rose, let's go. We don't have time for this,” he said firmly, his voice a resolute anchor amidst the turmoil.
With one final glance of disdain towards Isabella and Richard, I followed Joseph's lead, leaving behind the toxic remnants of our encounter. As we walked away, a mixture of relief and satisfaction washed over me, knowing that I had stood up for myself and that Joseph had my back.
We walked back to the car, all the while my mind buzzed with questions and confusion. I couldn't help but turn to Joseph, needing answers to the unexpected revelation about Richard's shares in the company.
“Why didn't you tell me that Richard still holds a share in the company?” I asked, my voice tinged with a mix of frustration and curiosity.
Joseph's gaze shifted momentarily, his brows furrowing. “It was a condition he insisted on when he signed off the company to you,” he explained. “I promised you I would handle it, and I did. Don't worry, Rose. He won't have any real influence or interfere with the company's operations. You just need to maintain a professional demeanor around him.”
 
I nodded, absorbing his words. It was a bittersweet realization that Richard's lingering presence in the company was beyond my control. However, I trusted Joseph's assurance and knew I had to focus on the bigger picture.