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Chapter 86: One Challenge

Chapter 86: One Challenge

*Chief Song POV*

I spent the rest of the evening talking about everything I had hesitated about, my jaw started hurting at some point but she kept prodding and after dinner, she looked at me with intrigue in those eyes, “Man, you keep a lot on the inside, how does it not eat you up? Also, you are completely obsessed  with me, not surprising but still absolutey enjoyable.”

“Is that all you got from everything that I said to you?”

She laughed, “I also found out how cute I am and also the self preservation thing, I think you are wrong though. Between the both of us, I think my survival instincts are probably the sharpest.”

“You? Same woman who got into a ship without knowing how to swim.” I snorted.

Fedor bit my arm, “You are the one who keeps going on all those dangerous missions. Did you know that the other crews don’t get into as much trouble as you do? Of course you do but you don’t care, it is probably why they made the deal with you. My decision to get into the ship was because of you and so indirectly, you are the reason I took a step into Martha. Walking around with that smolder, it probably works because you look like that, wouldn’t have worked for anyone else.”

“I don’t smoulder, it is all in your imagination.” I smirked well.

“Do you think he would ever accept us?” I knew who she was talking about, and while it was disappointing to not have him on our side, it was not as bad as before when I lived for his validation and approval.

“After all of this, he would never agree to this, he would probably officially disown me.” I said it in a matter of fact manner. She watched me carefully as if deciding to believe whether or not to believe me.

“Will you be okay with that?” She looked so serious that I could not resist the urge to make fun of her. She was cute when she was worried actually, I did not think that there is any version of her that I was not attracted to.

I chuckled and held her closer, “Sure, if anything we have Queen vying to be your mother.”

She slapped my arm, “I am serious.”

“Did not think that was possible.”

Fedor bit me, soon we slept and I was contented, if I was not sure of anything, I was sure that she was the right decision. I remembered murmuring to her just before I slept; marry me. I was high on peace, and while I did not remember her answer, I remembered her tight hug. Fedor was up before me which was strange because it was usually the latter, I met her cooking noodles and was reminded of the first time she had spent the night with me in the warehouse. She smiled sheepishly when she saw me, “I thought it was best that I stuck with what I knew how to do.”

I hugged her, Gods the seas! She smelt wonderful! I sniffed her neck and kissed it afterwards, “What can you cook?”

“Anything that does not take over three minutes to be over?”