Forever His✔️ - EDITING

The Lecture

ROSETTA'S POV:
A week later on a bright Saturday morning and Os is finally being released from the hospital.

We haven't heard from Mr. Russo yet and the detectives are still working on linking him to the texts. I sit in the car with Os. This time, it's a driver that takes over. After much protest, Os finally agreed to let his driver take us home. I decide to bring the issue on money up now.

"Hey um so about the anonymous texts. Wasn't it costly to get those detectives on it?" I ask

"Well yeah, but I'll do anything if it means you, my family and friends are safe."

"And I get that but couldn't you have at least spent less for equally good service?" I ask

"Look Rosetta, I know you don't like me spending on you but to get things done fast and right, we need the best of the best working on the case. Besides, it wasn't that much of a bother. Barely even made a dent." He says convincingly, flashing me his million dollar smile.

I decide not to argue anymore and instead enjoy the rest of the ride home.

He pulls me in for a side hug and I snuggle deeper into his side, taking in his scent. The rest of the ride was silent but not awkward.

Once the car comes to a stop, I realise that we are at my house and not his.

"Why are we here, Os? I thought I was helping you settle at home."

"Your dad texted me. He wanted to see me."

"Oh shoot. I forgot to tell you. He knows about us."

"That's alright. He was going to find out eventually. It's not like I'm going to be beheaded for keeping it a secret." He jokes and I crack a smile.

Yeah, that is true. My dad does like Os.

We walk in together holding hands. Mom is the first to see us. She smiles at us as we walk in.

"Hello son. I know you just got released from the hospital so I'll make this snappy. Please, make yourself at home."

I want to stay and listen in on their conversation but mom calls me to the kitchen.

"Hi honey. Can you please help me clean this kitchen up? Rosalio made a mess of it trying to cook something up for Danie. You know what I think? I think he likes that girl and I know she is a good one so I'm not even that mad about this mess."

"But why isn't he cleaning it up himself?" I whine but still pick up a broom and start working.

"Give your brother a break Rosy. He barely even does his laundry let alone cook. Imagine if he made this mess cooking up something small. What would he do trying to clean it up?" I think that over, realising she is right.

We have a little girl time while we clean the kitchen. One good song leads to another and soon enough mom and I are throwing a concert in the kitchen.

As I put the flour back on the top shelf, I accidentally place it wrongly and it topples over, all the contents landing on my head.

I hear three sets of laughter. Of course, the clumsiest person on earth poured all the flour on herself. No surprise there.

I huff some flour out of my mouth and stand in the same position, pouting.

Someone hands me a napkin.

I turn around, wiping as much flour off my face as I can.

"It's not funny." I say as I see mom and dad still laughing.

I go up to my room and take a nice, refreshing shower. Changing into more comfortable clothes now, I walk out and join the others.

"Ready?" Os asks and I nod