Married To Protect You (DISCONTINUED; NEW AUTHOR)

Thirty-Six:- Arrangements?

~Justin's point of view~

The sounds of clanking from the kitchen woke me up. I opened my eyes to find that it was 8:30 a.m. and it was only Saturday. I let out a sigh of relief meaning that I can have a lazy day. The sounds of pots and pans clanking reminded me that mom was cooking breakfast so I might as well wake up.

I swung my legs over until it touched the floor. I stretched until my spine was straightened up. I got up and before I even took my first step, I tripped and fell over. "Ahh . . ." I groaned in pain. I looked to find I tripped over my suitcase which I carelessly thrown on the ground. I mumbled profanities under my breath before carefully getting up and putting my luggage on my bed so I would remember to unpack.

I made my way into the bathroom and started undressing. I stepped into the shower and began my relaxing warm shower. As I did, I don't know why but Darielle popped up in my mind. I didn't realize that I was smiling like a dork this entire time in the shower just thinking of her.

Gosh I'm such dweeb. I turned the shower off and stepped out of it. I wrapped my towel around my waist and went over to the sink. When I did, I was staring at myself in the mirror.

I swear on chicken noodles, I did not know who the heck is staring back at me in the mirror. The guy in the mirror was a lot more different than before. He is now more confident and full of hope after meeting his . . . I guess you could say, girl of his dreams. My hair used to be down and flippy but now it's up quiff which made me look a little taller.

I'm still wearing my glasses though but I remembered that Darielle bought me some contacts which I do not know when I would wear since I'm afraid that I would accidentally poke my eye. Stupid? I know. I got out from the bathroom and got dressed in a simple white tank top and black basketball shorts that Darielle bought for me when we went for shopping in the indoor mall during the cruise.

Which reminds me that I should buy something for my fiancée. Damn, I can never get use to that. She's been helping me and getting me out of drama. I definitely should get her something but since I don't have a clue on what she likes and dislikes so I'm screwed.

What do you give to a girl who most of the time is mysterious? I sighed and decided to put that thought aside for a while. I got out from my room and went downstairs to the kitchen where my beloved mother is. The closer I got to the kitchen, the louder my stomach rumbles. "Oh Justin, honey. You're up!" She smiled and pecked my cheek as I took a seat on the island. "Hey mom." I spoke with my voice sounding raspy.

She came with delicious looking meals and laid them down. "These look good mom." I told her as I contained myself from drooling. She chuckled and thanked me. "I cooked it extra tasty for your return from the cruise." I smiled at her sweetness. We both prayed before digging into our breakfast. Her meals will always be the top.

As we ate, she decided to strike up a conversation. "So; Justin how was the cruise?" A small smile etched its way to my lips as I took a bite of my hash brown. "It was . . . great." I shrugged. She nodded, not convinced. "C'mon, there's got to be more than 'great'."

I sighed as I cut my eggs that were on my plate. Might as well tell her. "Fine . . ." I breathed out as I noticed her leaning and anxiously waiting for me to speak. "Darielle and I are uh . . . o-official?" I bit my lip as I watched her reaction. A blank face smothered making me even more anxious. Fortunately, that blank expression morphed into happy one as she clumsily got out from her stool and ran around the island so she can attack me with her hug.

She squealed and jumped as I was in her arms causing to my body to move along with her. I smiled at how happy she was with the 'announcement'. She pulled away and clasped her hands together as she puts them to her mouth. She was trying to control her excitement which is a fail.

"Oh my gosh! My baby has a girlfriend!" She was as jumpy as a chipmunk. I rubbed the back of my neck as my face grew warm. "Mom . . ." I whined. "You wanted us to marry, remember?" I reminded her. A hint of realization hit her. "Oh, yeah. I forgot." Her excitement died down but the happiness in her eyes did not fade one bit.

I sighed and gave her a small smile. "You think you could end the engagement?" I asked her. I'm not being a jerk or anything; it's just that we both just started being a couple and going into marriage is really fast to start it. Then mom gave me a look of sympathy. "Oh honey, I can't." She cooed apologizing. I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion. "Why not?"

She pressed her lips together and averted her eyes from mine. "Mom," I took a few steps towards her and took hole of both her hands. "Tell me what's wrong?" I pushed. She glanced up at my eyes before sighing. "It's too late to cancel the engagement." She softly told me. I was taken aback a bit. What? "Why?"

She let out a frustrated cry. "Because I've already made arrangements!" She admitted making me lose my focus for a moment. "What?" It sounded like I spat it out. "Please don't be upset, Justin. When you went for the cruise trip, I kept thinking how good Darielle was for you; clearly since you're both official now but, I was too excited on the fact that she would be my daughter-in-law that I got . . . carried away."

I resisted a groan but replaced it with a fake smile. "I-It's okay mom. I-I guess being married young won't be much trouble." I mumbled as I caressed her hair to soothe her. She frowned knowing that I only said that to make her feel better. "But honey, you will suffer marrying at a young age like me and your father." She whispered at the mention of my dad. I understood her since it was a touchy subject.

"You would have to find a job and it would be hard if you two had a baby a-and-." I cut her off by hugging her. "Mom, it's okay. You raised me to be a good kid. I knew how hard it was for you and dad to raise me at such a young age." I told her. She sighed and hugged me. "I love you." She said. I responded by giving her a kiss on her forehead. We both pulled away from the hug.

"Oh, sweetie?" I hummed in response. "Could you invite Darielle over? I kind of miss her. She has a nice warm aura." She told me before walking to her side to finish up her breakfast. I nodded and ate before going upstairs.

I opened the door to my room and grabbed my phone. Just as I did, I remembered Darielle giving a piece of paper from the bus which I kept in my backpack. I strode over to my bag which I carelessly threw in the middle of my room. I unzipped the front pocket which was a bit of a struggle since it was an old bag.

I managed to unzip the bag and rummage inside it. I felt for the paper and when I did I pulled it out whilst I went and sat on the edge of my bed. Thoughts wandering around my mind. I wonder if it was a letter for me. What?! No way. I blushed at the thought of Darielle writing a love letter to me. I would blush until I melt.

I pushed the thoughts away and unfolded the wrinkled paper. To my dismay, it wasn't, but I then I read it.

In case you wanted to relieve your curiosity, here's my address. 18-25, Kingsley Apartment Level 25.

Apartment? Darielle . . . what more puzzles do I need to uncover from you?

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Hello earthlings! I told you I will update.

But I have to tell you, I would be busy for the next few weeks.

I have assignments that are due by mid-September and I need to focus for the end-year exam.

After that, I'M FREE!

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