It's Not All Roses

Chapter-07

ANASTASIA'S P.O.V

"Shit!" We say simultaneously.

Geez, my dad or should I say our dads couldn't find a better time to call. Ugh. I quickly push him off of me and start to look for any piece of clothing that might fit him. I open every single existing cupboard and what do I find? NOTHING! Absolutely nothing.

"Madonna!! Go cover yourself", worried about what we will do now I go and take a seat next to him on the couch

"Do you think I don't know that? I don't go around carrying a spare shirt with me! Find a solution to this mess"

Thankfully the ringing stopped but I know they will start again soon enough. I walk towards Tyler and flash him a smile, " Ho un'idea!"
(I have an idea)

"Amore no Italiano." He rolls his eyes.
(Love No Italiano)

He speaks in broken Italian and I lose it. He looks like a lost kid in search of his parents. Though, he is extremely irritating at times that I just feel like throwing him out of the window and don't even get me started on his mood swings one minute he is like a hungry animal waiting to destroy anything and everything in front of him, the next minute he is joking around with you as nothing happened. The fact that he is so fun to be around and so much more that I can't remember the last time I actually enjoyed talking to someone.

I walk towards him and start hitting his shoulder with one hand and clutch my stomach with the other, laughing out loud.

"Don't you dare laugh at me, got it?" He pretends to act tough.

I glared at him but told the idea anyway, "Okay, okay! All I said is that 'I have an idea' and it is not just an idea it's a mind-boggling plan! So, as you don't have any of your clothes with you right now you can have one of my hoodies. I don't really mind. Plus, they'll fit you just fine and, in that way, your bare, might I add ugly chest, thankfully will be hidden."

"Fuck off! Let me answer your oh-so-good-idea. First, they suck. Second, I will die but I will never wear your hoodies and third, my chest is not ugly. So, you better forget it." He finishes with a firm tone.

"Sei un solo egoista butthead." I roll my eyes and shake my head at his lack of cooperation.
(You are one egoistic butthead)

"Hey, I swear if you call me a butthead ever again or else..I..I..I'll divorce you" He stutters. Cute.

I laugh at his childishness, "Well, do you have anything better?"

I turn my back towards him and give the house another look to see if any piece of cloth catches my eye. All of a sudden I get pulled back and I land on his lap. I just know it's his lap. I feel his arms encircled around my tiny waist. Turning back to face him I make myself comfortable on his lap. I can feel his deep hot breaths against the nape of my neck. A shiver goes down my spine. I feel him moving his hands on my waist and I start laughing. Let me tell you why. It's very simple. I am super sensitive and very ticklish, so very, that even a small poke sends me to fits of laughter, "What do you think you are doing!" I giggle softly.

"This is better ya'know. This way you can hide me and they won't able to notice." His tone laced with amusement. I didn't object much because I could hear the sincerity in his voice and knew that he had no wrong intentions.

I turn my head a bit so that I can see his face. Our faces were inches apart. My breath stopped as I stared into those beautiful amber eyes. The phone started ringing again breaking me from the trance as I looked away blushing. This time only Tyler's phone rang. I checked my phone to see dad had sent me a message letting me know he will call later. I sighed softly and turned off my phone and got myself mentally prepared to face Tyler's dad. I have met him once, but I was way too young to remember. All I know is that he is a gentle soul and that he cares for his loved ones a lot. I once heard dad telling me how his wife left him for her high school sweetheart. It must have been tough on Tyler and his dad.

Tyler handed me the phone indicating me to pick it up and to hold it in an angle so that his bare chest won't be exposed. I picked up the call and saw a smiling middle-aged man. He looked tall and an exact replica of Tyler except his eyes was a deeper shade of brown while Tyler's was amber. I flashed my million-dollar smile, "Hello, uncle Hemmings!" I greeted him enthusiastically.

"Hello, dear Ana! My my you look more beautiful than in the pictures!"

I blushed at his compliment, "Geez! Uncle, I am not that beautiful!"

"Ah modest as well as beautiful. And please call me papa." He says with a wink. I nodded and smiled and felt Tyler's chin on my shoulder, "And there is my troublemaker of a son! I see you both have bonded well!"

And of course, before I could reply Tyler interrupted me. Ugh! This man, "Dad, why did you call?" His tone was bored.

"I can't even call my son?"

"No, you can't."

I blinked and stared between the both of them. They share such a close relationship. Maybe if mamma was still alive things would be different. Maybe Papà wouldn't have changed so much. I continued sitting on Tyler's lap as he finished his conversation with his dad and finally hanged up. I got up and stretched, tired from sitting for so long. I turned towards him and smiled, "You have an amazing dad, Tyler."

Will Papà and Tyler get along?

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