Chapter 28: Chapter 28

"So how did your weekend go?" Cora came inside the living room

"It was refreshing," I call after her while she settles down on the couch, dropping her bag on the floor.

"Any hotties?" She types something on her phone then wiggles her brow at me.

"No, there were no hotties at all," I kept myself busy around so that I won't look at her.

"I only get to spend time with my grandma with no boys," I lie, walking behind the counter, putting both of my hands on it.

I am so happy that Cora or my parents weren't around when Matteo dropped me off. I never wanted any of them to find out about us, not right now.

Changing the subject, as I was afraid she would find out if we continue to talk about my weekend I ask her.

"How did the cheer thing go?" She sighs.

"Well, fuck, Janice and Maria, we came third, those stupid asses made us lose," she threw her hands up in frustration.

"How so?" I ask with interest while she shook her head in disappointed

"They changed our routine last minute," she said with a sigh.

At that moment, I felt bad for my friend as I wasn't surprised to hear this about those two.

I remember when they went for the spelling bee our school lose before the competition and this all because the school never chose the top English students but the two bitches.

The door opens, trying to find a corner or anywhere to hide, thinking it was my mom, yet it wasn't her.

"Dad."

I excitedly skip over to him and gave him a big hug. I know my dad wouldn't lecture me for taking his car, and I never care to ask why he was home early because I am beyond excited that he is here as I hardly spend time with my parents, especially with my dad.

He pulls away then looks me over, "hmmm, my daughter seems so happy" he looked over to Cora who snickered.

"To think again, you are right, Mr. Rumanoff, your daughter seems to be glowing today," she said teasingly.

"I bet something happens over the weekend. We might as well call Grandma Gloria," she again wiggles her brows.

Feeling embarrassed, I hit my dad lightly on the shoulder, "aww, come on, stop it, you two. Can't I be happy to be back with my parents and best friend?"

The door slams open then closed, and Cora glances at the doorway than at me mouthing "Trouble" before she announced loudly, "glad to be whipped."

I look at my dad "Mom", he murmurs, and I move behind him.

We heard footsteps, 'one, two,' I counted her footsteps in my head, 'three.'

"ADASSAH," she screams, almost shaking the whole house.

She moved into the living room. Her eyes searched for me once she saw me behind my dad "come here" and she walks to me.

My dad shielded me, "Get here, hurry up." I can say that my mom can be dramatic sometimes.

"Look, honey, can we not do this now, I'm home, and she’s here now and besides her friend is here. Can you calm down and let us all have a nice day without drama."

Yet my mom wouldn't have that, she chases me around my dad until I was on my knees with my hands in the air.

"Say you are very sorry, and you won't be doing it again 100 times."

I kept on repeating, and my knees started to hurt when I reach 60.

"Stopped," she took a breather, and my dad moves to hug her, "fix dinner with Cora and set up the table."

Without her repeating twice, I quickly got on my legs. "I love you ma," I kiss her on the cheek then rush towards the kitchen.

Sometime afterward, we were all around the table laughing over our dinner. Cora was reminding us of how I was scolded by mom.

We were all enjoying the dinner, and my parents were telling us about their day, then Cora talks about their cheer while I told her half of the truth of my weekend over my grandma.

I was so sure not to tell them about Matteo being there and the mating of Aaron and his luna that I have seen.

Maybe not the whole thing, but I did saw something that my eyes shouldn't.

After our blissful dinner, everyone went to bed except for me.

Cora wanted to help, but I told her that I could do it on my own and that I am okay with it.

When all of the dishes have been washed, and the kitchen has been clean, I made my way to my room.

I plop on it, pulling out my phone from my pocket. I haven't touched it since I came home.

I did hear and feel the vibration from it in my pocket, but I was scared for my parents to find out.

My eyes met with his 100 texts, making me smile. I kept on reading each text then I thought of how to reply to him.

My hands kept on typing then deleting my drafted text. Finally, I made up my mind and just text sorry to him for the late reply as my parents were around, and right now, I'm kind of tired.

I didn't want the last six words to be included, but too late as I accidentally click sent and the message has been successfully sent to the recipient.

I lay there on the bed watching the ceiling while I waited if he was going to text me back.

My phone peep, I quickly unlock it, and the words they're made me foolishly smile.

He types, "sleep well, then my baby girl. Tonight I'll kiss you and hold you there in my arms in my dreams."

I turn to the other side clutching my phone. I am flattered with every word he texts me.

"Is this love," I whisper with a smile before I close my eyes.