[ COMPLETED ]
" Tell me you don't love me, and I won't ever show you my face. Push me away so hard that I'd stumble to even look at you. " He leaned closer to my face. " Push me before I kiss you, before I cherish every inch of you. " His palm trace...
A/n : Pring ! There might be a double update. Tehee :3
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VESTA'S POV.
" You should meet my father over for dinner soon. " Miguel announced over his morning coffee.
I paused, forkful of overcooked eggs halfway to my lips. "Your father? But I thought you said your dad left when you were little, and your mom has been single?"
He gave me one of those fond, patronizing smiles that made me feel like a ditzy teenager at times. "You remember I told you about my mom's second marriage a few years back? "
It took a few seconds, but the memory finally clicked. Miguel had mentioned offhandedly once that his mother, a high-powered lawyer had fallen for a wealthy 12yrs her junior. I vaguely recalled him saying his mom's new husband was barely older than Miguel.
"Oh right, I forgot about that." I murmured, blinking away my confusion. "So he's been like a stepfather to you basically."
"Precisely." Miguel reached across the table to squeeze my hand. "And he's a really great guy - more like an older friend than a Parent, if you know what I mean. Brilliant, but very down-to-earth. I think you'll really like him."
A tendril of unease twisted in my gut at the thought of making a good impression on Miguel's stepfather. Miguel and I have been together over a year now, and the subject of life partners had begun coming up more frequently in conversation. I knew he viewed me as a potential wife one day.
Which meant winning over his family - what was left of it after his dad's abandonment was paramount if I wanted that future with Miguel. His mother's approval would be hard-won, from what I understood, she was a formidable woman with exceedingly high standards. And her husband, well, his good opinion could make or break my prospects.
"If he's so important to you, of course I'll put my best foot forward. " I promised, pushing aside my scrambled eggs to place my hand over Miguel's. "I want you to see I'm fully committed to making this work long-term."
His face melted into that tender adoration I'd always found so heartening. "I know you are, babe. Which is why having you and my step father get along means so much to me."
I made a mental note to do some research beforehand, learn a bit about this man's background and interests to hopefully overcompensate for any shortcomings.
Miguel meant the world to me, and I didn't want to jeopardize our future happiness on account of a bad first impression.
"When should we have him over?" I asked, forcing enthusiasm to my voice that I didn't quite feel. "And what does he...?"
"He's a doctor actually. A maestro in the field of Obstetrics and gynaecology. " Miguel supplied before I could finish my question.
My breath hitched at that word, the tines of my fork clattering against the china plate.
