Manchester (Sequel)

Chapter 21

"Communication to a relationship is like oxygen to life. Without it...it dies" - Tony Gaskins

Mia Miller's POV

I start arranging and packing my things when he told me that he is on his way here. Maybe he finished a lot of things that's why he will fetch me later than the time that he promised me. I really hate this feeling. I was not like this before. I'm not a cry baby but just a simple thing and it triggers my tears, is this what will happen to me every time I get pregnant? What if my husband gets tired of this? 

My bag is already ready, I lie on the bed while waiting for him. 

"Babe, wake up! Babe..." I open my eyes when I heard that he's calling me. I haven't noticed that I fell asleep.

"What took you so long?" I sit on the bed, he gets my shoes and slips them in my feet.

"I'll tell you once we're home."

"OK" I simply told him. 

He gets my bag and we descend the stairs.

"Babe, I'll tell Mom and Dad that we're going home now." He told me when we are already on the landing.

"Yeah."

We found his parents in the living room, they are watching TV.

"Mom, Dad. We're going home now. I'll tell you when we're going back here." 

I hug his Mom goodbye but...

"Oh dear, let's have an early dinner. Let's eat first before you go home." His Mom told us. Before Lukas answers, he looks at me. He knows that I really wanna go home. I raise my two eyebrows at him signaling him that I'm saying yes.

He places my things on the sofa and we head to the dinner table.

I place slices of steak and salad on Lukas' plate when we are already at the table. His Mom does the same to his Dad's. 

When we are already seated, his Dad starts the conversation.

"Son, how's our company?" He asks Lukas while he is slicing his steak.

"Doing great Dad, by the way, Dad. My wife and I." He holds my hands as he replies to his Dad. "She is planning to expand their chains of hotels in Europe and our construction firms are the ones who will build that, we are planning to start it by next month."

I swallowed hard and get the goblet of water beside my plate and drink.

His Dad's eyebrows narrow and look back and forth to me and Lukas, his Mom gets the table napkin and dabs it on her lips.

"Chains of hotels? Construction firms? What do you mean son?" He looks at Lukas waiting for an answer.

Goodness! I'm sweating. I tighten my grip on my husband's hand. I am the reason why he's explaining now.

"Uh Dad. Mia Andrea I mean her family they are the owner of the Miller and Andrea Hotel scatter all over America and the Miller Enterprises Holdings - the construction firm that we always compete with, she is the owner and the heir." 

My heart is lurching, the pain that I experience when Lukas found out about this came back. I thought the agony is over. I look down and swallowed hard.

"You mean the prestigious hotels?"

"Yes, Dad." 

"I thought she is..." 

"No, Dad." He doesn't let his Dad finish his sentence.

"Oh, that's brilliant!" His Mom interrupts. "So, it's nice to hear that. Bernard darling, isn't it?"