Let tomorrow come

Chapter 10.

Amber and grandmother Agnia left soon after. I once again organized a meeting between the blonde and my boyfriend. And I didn't feel sad or restless about it. On the contrary, it suddenly seemed to me that I was doing something good. I even insisted that he give Amber his email address when he decided to consult me. He was at a loss, but I said that in difficult times we should support her.

He initially objected:

"Christina, this girl hurt you as a child!"

"It was in childhood," I calmly objected, "but now it's difficult for her."

Peter hugged me tightly and shook his head in displeasure:

"You're too kind, you can't be like that."

"And you take too long to be offended by people," I turned away from his embrace and loudly pecked his cheek.

"Come on, come here, little naughty girl."

He jokingly ran after me. But I dodged. We ran out onto the lawn near his house. There were no signs of trouble, but then I turned around and stumbled. Peter barely managed to grab me by the waist, but he fell with me.

"Little marquise, I caught you!"

He turned his face to me with pointed features.

"I love you, do you hear?" — he whispered, barely audible, "if something happens to you, what will I do? Be careful please. Now let's go into the house. It's cool outside."

With these words he stood up and extended his hand to me, and then we went home. For a second I held my gaze on his eyes.

"Beautiful," I thought, "the color of buckwheat honey, but John's are a deeper color, almond and chocolate. I wonder what he's doing now?"

***

Dad went to see John for a while. I think he decided to improve his relationship with his son. I can not say that they were bad, but only six months ago dad gave up traveling and began spending time at home. However, my wayward brother studied in Belfast, so he was still at a distance from dad. He was in no hurry to come home, so dad began to visit him himself. And after such visits he arrived in high spirits.

"Dad, dad, what's new?" I jumped near my father and clapped my hands.

"Look who we have here! How old are we, five or maybe seven?" He laughed and stroked my head.

Aela came out to meet him:

"Glad to see you again."

She kissed him on the cheek, shaking her fiery curls. Dad hugged her and, squinting his eyes slyly, answered:

"It's mutual..."

"Wow! Even in front of me you're not embarrassed," I said.

Dad scratched his head and said:

"Well, actually, we seem to be adults. And you're not too little anymore."

"Come on, it's a joke," I was embarrassed.

"We didn't hear it the first time," said Aela, winking at me conspiratorially.

I faked a pout and trudged into the house, muttering towards my dad:

"You have to tell me how it went."

"Why are you interested?!" Dad's suspicious (or it seemed to me) voice reached me.

"Oh, what can I say?" — I thought.

"So I always ask, don't I?" I decided to go on the offensive.

"That's true," my dad answered, and I breathed a sigh of relief.