Daddy's Little Angel novel Chapter 42

It's been over two weeks since I decided to take baby steps and I must confess, it's been awesome.

Every little step, though difficult, brought tremendous results.

Over the past weeks I have learnt to be more vocal about my thought and feelings rather than bottling them up till they eventually explode. I realized that there is no such thing as 'too much affection' when the feeling is mutual, giving just as much love as one receives is not a bad thing after all.

I've been helping mum out as her P.A for over a week now and I do not regret it.

It could be stressful most of the times as brides and their families fret and boss you around, always expecting the impossible from you, but getting to meet the emotional brides and listen to their " how we met" stories was enough relief in itself. It gave me an illusion that I could get my own happy ending some day.

So far, everything seems to be going on well. Dad's cancelled engagement with Nora was no longer hot topic which led to less reporters flooding his personal space. We had the house restored to it's glory days. We were happy, I was happy...but somehow I get this nagging feeling at the back of my mind that this is all faulse calm.

Like that before a raging storm and like sand castle, all it takes is one big wave to wash it all away like it never existed. This thoughts leave me on edge.

Although we have been super careful and have been trying our hardest to act normal around family, I feel my mum is starting to get suspicious. She keeps asking questions like;

" You're always looking dazed with a stupid smile on, is there something I should know dear ?"

"Are you seeing someone? "

"Honey, do you know if Jack is dating anyone new?"

And other questions that are lot more embarrassing.

I am worried and scared shitless cause I know secrets don't remain hidden forever. Yet I have decided to leave each day as it comes and let tomorrow figure itself out.

Today I had nothing to do and Jack had no serious work to attend to, so we decided to spend time together lazing around just cuddling, watching movies, and doing fun stuff.

As the sun slowly began to set, giving way for the dark night, Jack and I decide to play twenty questions to get to know ourselves better which is silly because what else is there to know that we didn't know about each other already?

We play it anyway with a slight difference .

"What's my favourite colour?" my dad asked.

"Black."I said confidently

"Wrong." He replied shocking me.

"How can I be wrong ?!! You've been a lover of all things black since forever." I countered.

"I still am, but that doesn't mean it's my favorite." He explained

"So what is?" I asked incredulously.

"Blue " he said simply.

"Blue?" I asked thrown off by his answer

"Yes, blue." He affirmed.

"since when?!" I challenged giving him a stink eye

"Since you." He said with a smile as he moved closer to me , brushing my cheek gently with the back of his hand. Making me close my eyes for a split second before opening then again.

"By chance does it have anything to do with my eyes ?" I asked looking at him closely.

"It has everything to do with you love." He breathed out, as his thumb traces my slightly parted lips with made every hair at the back of my neck stand on edge in anticipation.

Is that even a valid answer? I said breathlessly, also I rolling my eyes in an attempt to stop whatever was happening from happening .

It's my answer. He replied, with a shurge pulling away from me in turn leaving me in a slightly dazed state.

"It's your turn to ask me a question love." He informed me with a calm tone, gone was the dark cloud of longing that fogged his eyes.

"How can you be so calm when you just slyly lit a fire within me?!" I yelled internally

"Angel, is everything ok?" He asked concerned, seeing I wasn't saying anything.

"What's my favourite cake flavor?" I finally asked after thinking for a moment.

"That's too easy. It's the dark chocolate sponge cake." He replied wait a grin.

"How would you know!" I challenged.

"Anyone who spends about ten minutes with you would know that." He told me with a 'duh" tone.

"Fine, your turn." I told him.

"What's my favourite sport?" He asked.

"You hate sports dad." I told him in a bored tone

"Fine!"

"When did you first realize your feelings for me?" I asked out of curiosity making him smile before he answered.

"I think I had known my feeling's for you were slightly different for a while but I started to understand my feeling's after George came into the picture. Seeing you with him stared up emotions I didn't know existed within me ." He answered with a distance look in his eyes as if he were reliving the moment.

"What about you, when did you find me irresistible?" He finally asked with a cocky smile making me snort before saying;

"Oh get off your high horse you old man!"

"We both know that's a lie. Nothing about this is old. He said gesturing to himself.

"Sure, whatever makes you sleep at night." I answered with an eye roll."

"Spill it out already." He demanded impatiently.

" Hmmm...I think it's started a long time ago, but I finally came to realize it that night when we both had one too many drinks ." I said with a smile looking up at him. There was a moment of comfortable silence before I spoke up.

"It's my turn ,uhmm...what should I ask you?..." I said pausing for a moment to think.

"Oh! I got it!"I exclaimed with excitement .

"When did you loose your virginity ?" I asked with a wide grin

"Is that supposed to be part of the question?" He asked with a frown

"Of course it is." I answered like a giddy child with head bubbling up and down.

"I'm gonna skip." He told me.

"No you won't, stop being a baby." I replied with a frown.

"I would drink to this one " he continued being stubborn

"Dad come on!." I groaned out.

"I'm all ears." He responded.

"You're my Dad, my brother, my friend ... " I said with a pause as I looked at him in the eye.

"He was about to speak but I beat him to it."

"Of all this , there's one thing that makes me happy the most.

And that the fact that you are mine. In body and on soul. My man." I told him with a smile

"Then why do you keep say this hurtful things?"

"Angel... When I said I wanted kids, I meant I wanted to have kids with you. Maybe not now but sometimes later. "

I was mute. Kids? With me as their mother?

"Why are you being so quite? You don't wanna have kids with me or you don't wanna have kids at all?" He asked agitated.

"It's not like that it's just-" I said

"Just what?" He asked me .

"I didn't think you would be willing to go through that parenting stage over again." I explained.

"So you are willing if I am?" He asked with hope

" I'm not sure Jack..." I answered in a low tone

"I have thought about having little us around but I really am terrified with the process of child birth. They say that shit is likened to going to hell and back and we both know if it's true that it's a road to hell I how the devil to much, he won't let me off the hook that easy." I told him with a small but sure voice.

"You can always have the baby delivered through operation?" He suggested.

"I also don't wanna scare." I replied.

"What happened to my 'not afraid of anything' Angel?"

"She grew up and became sensible besides you can go get pregnant if it's that easy!" I told him

"You know that's not possible, but I would if it were." He spoke honestly

I paused for a few minutes. Looking at how stressed he became just because of this made me burst into a fit of laughter.

"Why are you laughing." He asked obviously irritated.

"Because...your face...you look like a worried mum" I said in between laughs.

"I'm really serious" he larmented.

"I know, I was just pulling your legs." I said with a grin as my laugh subsided.

Looking closely at my face and finally realising have been pulling his legs all along he spoke .

"You!" He growled angrily before pouncing on me.

"Ah!" I began to scream untill screams became barks of laughter and pleas as Jack mercilessly tickled the live out of me.

Long forgotten was the twenty questions. At this moment I was fighting to gain my freedom from the clutches of my Man. Though if you ask me, I would have it no other way.