Made With Love ✔

Chapter 7: Breaking the News

---Vanessa's POV:

He leaned in, once he placed the tray on my lap. I held my breath as his fingers brushed against my face, moving a strand of hair away from my eyes. His face was a few inches away from mine. When he finally sat down, before things could get into the awkward silence phase, Brooklyn called on my cell,

"Why are you not picking up your phone? Your parents keep calling me. Pick up the phone. You better figure out what you are going to do about your situation for tomorrow."

I checked my phone and saw that my parents had called 4 times. Oops. I dialed their number and waited.

"Hey Mom and Dad. Sorry, it was on silent. Yeah, I'm eating dinner. I'm home. No, I don't have to work at the restaurant tomorrow. Ok-." I conversed. When I put down the phone, Lance spoke up,

"What are we going to do when they come over and you can't get out of bed. Also, I don't think your father would appreciate knowing that I touched his daughter."

"I'm thinking that I'll tell them tomorrow. My reason will be that I didn't want them to worry. I know, it's a bad reason. But if I tell them now, they'll rush here in 40 minutes. Literally." I explained.

He got up to go get his dinner, and when he came back I was done with the pasta and was working on the tangerines.

"I think that's your best bet. You don't think that your dad might inflict physical harm on me, do you?" He asked.

"No, after explaining the saving part, I think you'll be fine. I'm sure all your girlfriends' parents loved you." I assumed, popping the last tangerine segment in my mouth.

"Well, I have not had a girlfriend yet, so I don't know about that." He replied.

"I find that hard to believe," I told him.

"No, really. I guess I was so busy being the top of my class, I forgot to date girls who are so self-absorbed and skinny that you can see their ribs when they decide to wear see-through shirts to school." He vented, grimacing.

"That actually happened?" I asked, incredulous.

"Yup, the head cheerleader wore a see-through top and short shorts hoping that I would ask her to prom. Instead, I asked my older cousin to prom. I didn't even want to go, but I had to cause I was volunteering on the Prom Committee. All Committee members were required to attend." He explained, standing up to collect our plates.

When he got back, we needed to figure the bathroom situation. I asked him about that and he said,

"I could just carry you, help you sit, and then once you were done, I would carry you back."

"Not that I'm doubting your strength or anything, but that might get a little tiring. I am heavy. I'm sure Rob and Brooklyn have an extra pair of crutches." I replied, dialing Brooklyn.

"What did he do?" She screamed from the other end. We both cringed and I replied,

"Nothing. I was calling to ask about borrowing a pair of crutches so I don't have to be carried to and from the bathroom."

"Okay, I'll drive over there in about 10 minutes. Bye." She told me, hanging up before I said bye.

"I'm carrying you to the door and back because that gash in your leg is deep and I don't want you cracking bone because that would result in a trip to the ER. Well, we've got 10 minutes to kill, so we should probably figure out what we are going to say to your parents when they see their only daughter, bed rested, and a guy taking care of her." Lance suggested.

"Fine. You could tell them what you saw. And then, assuming my dad has not called the Secret Service to follow me around, I would tell the rest of it." I said.