Chapter Thirty-One
Luke
My father and I are already sitting in the restaurant when the ladies walk in. Both of them have bags filling their arms, with the brightest smiles on their faces. I honestly can't remember the last time I saw my mum look so… happy. Her face is bright, her eyes are wide, and there's a skip in her step. Fallon is a very easy woman to like, and for me, an even easier woman to fall in love with.
“It looks as though you two have enjoyed yourselves,” my dad says, standing to make room for their buys.
“We have had a wonderful day, haven’t we, darling?” My mum exclaims.
Fallon giggles, “We really have. This woman right here knows how to shop.”
“Don’t I know it,” my father says, a small smile tugging at his lips.
Our meal goes on in the same way, laughterand chatting until it's time for my parents to head back. I’m surprised he lasted this long without complaining to leave. Whilst they were shopping, we went for a walk along the river on the edge of the city centre, my dad stopping to name all the fish he could see. Which ended in him planning another visit so he could go fishing when the weather warmed up.
“Thank you for a lovely day,” Fallon says, holding my mum close to her.
“No, Fallon. Thank you,” my mum says, her eyes shining with emotion. “It has been lovely to spend the day with you.”
She then goes to hug my old man, whilst I take in my mother.
“Today was a nice surprise,” I say.
“It really was,” her eyes shine with mischief. “You know, I have always wanted a daughter. We have to keep this one, I like her.”
I roll my eyes, but can't contain my smile.
“Me too, mum.”
With one last parting goodbye, they head off for the few-hour journey home, and I drag my girl back into the apartment.
“Your mum is a bloody nightmare,” Fallon laughs. “She wouldn’t let me pay for a thing. Whenever I wasn’t looking, she would run to the till to pay for whatever I had in my hands.”
“That’s what she is always like. I wouldn’t worry about it; money isn't an issue to them.”
If only she knew just how much moneythey had. Today wouldn’t make a dent in their bank accounts.
“But still. I feel so guilty. She convinced me to buy the most beautiful dress and invited me to a gala in a few weeks?” She asks more than she states. Chewing on that bottom lip again.
“Ah, I forgot all about that. Are you free? I wasn’t going to attend being on my own, but I would love to if I had you on my arm.”
“Well, I was thinking…” she starts, her fingers knotted together in front of her.
“Did it hurt?” I raise my brow.
“Piss off,” she giggles nervously. “I wanted to ask you something.”
I wait, hoping that my face appears patient, although I feel anything but that. But with the look she's giving me, I know it's what she needs right now.
“What role would I be… if we went together?” she stammers.
“What role would you like to be?” I ask, taking a step closer to her.
“Erm, well. I was wondering if I’d be your friend, your date, or maybe, possibly, your girlfriend?” She cringes as soon as the word leaves her mouth.
Holy fucking mother of Jesus.
I grin so wide, I'm surprised my face hasn’t split into two. Which only makes her face grow even redder.
