"IT WAS THE WRONG NUMBER"

32. It was the wrong number [End]



A year later.

MEGHAN   |   KEITH

I miss you.

I miss you too.

Though we met yesterday.

This is not the time for your sarcastic comment.

I am feeling sick.

Right on my way baby.

MEGHAN'S POV

They say you are happy because you smile and thus one should smile often. The reasons that could make you smile are endless. Right now the reason behind my smile is a text.

A simple text!

5 years ago, when I lost my parents, the only thought that passed my mind was I could never be happy. And of course I was wrong.

I knew I would find comfort with my family. I was aware they would do anything to make me happy. And of course I had my best friend, Ava, with whom I could everything and anything.

But I never imagined their struggles being replaced by a simple text.

Keith Davis. My boyfriend. My text buddy.

It was really a pleasant journey with him. Though he is annoying at times, forces me to use his useless ideas in my project, still hasn't changed my name as his contact and is still bad at the comeback game, I love him.

Well, I did upgrade a small level in our relationship i.e, now instead of 'I like you' we say ' I love you'. Though being months of getting used to the ' love ' part, it still makes me feel an entire zoo erupt in my stomach.

To speak about my profession, I have been training in defense and Keith's mom is always there. I am like the best daughter she never had. In other words I have more importance than Keith. But it's only fair as Keith is considered more important my by aunt. She makes his favorite sweets every time he is at our place. Not to forget Matt is attached to him like a magnet.

Uncle is still on my side. He still has some trust issues with him that I wouldn't ever find out – his words. To be honest he just acts strict with him, I know he trusts him but doesn't show. Any father would do it.

To talk Keith's mom, she is handling the aftermath of the business very well. She says she was suspicious the moment she saw me. The thing is if you see my dad and then have a look at me you can blindly point out I am his daughter. I am kinda a female version of him. Plus we have many common points like star gazing and being allergic to orange.

To talk about Mathew Davis he is in the right place now. No one doubts the lie we made them believe. We might just release a statement saying Mathew Davis died. He certainly isn't getting any leave. Not after what he did.

Keith never really was fond of his dad. And after listening to every thing, he even wanted to change his surname to his mother's maiden name. But his mom convinced him not to. His mother told him stories about his grandfathers who were all different from his dad. They earned their surname a respect and thus he should be proud of it.

Rest everything is working smoothly. Right now me resting my head on Keith's chest while his one hand is massaging my sculp while the other is placed on my lower belly.

My friend who visits me every month made an entry today, so I want nothing more than cuddle with my boyfriend. But not before throwing tantrums on why did he bring salty chips instead of spicy ones. The hormones are to be blamed.

The poor guy brought me so many snacks only to be scolded. But my lovely boyfriend said nothing and instead placed my favorite chocolate in front of me. It is then I realized that he woke up early, went to store to buy me snacks and got scolded for nothing.

I did apolozised with kisses and hugs and a little sharing of my chocolate. Just a little. Then the cramps decided to show it's presence and we ended up in this pose.

"Keith" he hummed in response. " I love you." Blame my hormones !

He laughed. Anybody who witnesses a scene like this would. Not even 10 minutes before I was screaming at him and now I am romantic. I did warn him about my messed up life.

"I love you too baby." He placed a kiss on my forehead. Why is my heart dancing?

I am sick, 'dear heart' so behave !

Another thing I told Keith was to not call me baby. It sounds cliché. Baby is for babies under the age of 5. But he feels it is romantic and so he would yell the word ' baby' across the hallway in the college just to get my attention.

I sometimes wish I could just place a sellotape on his lips and close his mouth for good. But I also love it when says that but only when we are alone. Not to embarrass me in hallways.

"Are you feeling good baby?" he asks while continuing the massage. I take his right hand which was massaging my sculp and wrap it around my neck.

"I am better than morning. Thank you and I am sorry." He kisses my forehead and replies, " Don't be sorry. I know it hurts."

I kiss his hand and close my eyes. When did I become this romantic. Blame it on my boyfriend.

"I wander how did I find you?"

"It was the wrong number." I can feel the wide smile on his face as I have a similar one on mine.

It indeed was. 

THE END >

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