Mr.Right

We manage to get out of the house after two hours of me looking for an outfit to wear. I suggested we go cloth shopping but he had said that was extra.

We've had this big heart to heart, the one where I confessed I still feel like I'm not good enough for him, and ever since the conversation six nights ago, he'd been trying to chase away that fear. He'd write a hundred things he admires about me in the form of a poem. He'd stay awake to watch while I sleep. When we're in a public place, he'd hold my hands or place an unexpected kiss by the side of my mouth which never fails to tug at my heartstrings.

And because he's working hard for me, I've decided I work on myself too. He deserves someone better who isn't going to always think lesser of herself.

"A penny for your thoughts?" Maverick asks as we walk to the restaurant where we're supposed to be meeting his mom. It's cold outside and we're bundled up in our coats and scarves but it's still nice, perfect to have him keeping me warm. His arm is slung over my shoulder as he tightens his hold around me.

"I like it when we're like this. Things would be fine, wouldn't it?"

He smiles. "I'm positive, and you need to be too. Things are going to be fine. I've got you."

I nod in response as he pushes open the door to the restaurant where a lady waits for us at the concierge. Her hair is tied up in a neat bun and she smiles brightly.

She asks us something in French as Maverick replies in the same language. He even sounds hotter speaking French.

The lady nods at him and gestures we follow her, leading us to a table where there's an unopened wine resting on it.

Maverick drags out a chair for me to seat and I smile at his chivalry.

"My mom just texted me, she'll be here in five." He takes a seat beside me and places a hand on my thigh, circling a spot with a thumb. "With that being said, how are you feeling April?"

"Like I'm going to throw up," I laugh humorlessly. It's serious though, I'm currently eyeing a paper bag on another table. He raises his hand a little bit higher on my thigh and strokes it soothingly, the act somehow quenching my jumbled nerves. You see, it's when he does things like this that makes happiness spread in my soul and remind me how lucky I am to have him.

"I know a drive-in movie theatre that's out of town. We should go there when we're done with this."

"Really? What movie do you have in mind?" I ask, my interest already piqued up.

is

very

Her brunette silky

pants that stops right above her ankle, showcasing her Louis Vuitton high heels which clicks lightly against the floor as she approaches our table with such charisma, such

have twenty-five minutes to spend here. Open that wine and let's get high," She says as she drags

uncorks the bottle of wine, pouring the

stares at me as a small smile dances on her lips.

I taste the name on my tongue, liking the sound of it. "That's actually my favorite

favorite flower and was hoping I'd give birth to a girl too so that I'd name her after my own favorite flower but then he," She points at Maverick. "Jumped out of my body

try to hold in my laugh and fail

surprised you'd find that funny," Maverick says and

already. Call me April.

falls into a deep frown as mine drops

look but I ignore

she stands up in a flash and before I

What just happened?

"Mom!!"

homewrecker into this family! How do you even sleep at night knowing what you've done!"

be some misunderstanding here, just have

a fool boy! I didn't raise an idiot for a son. The article published about your father was owned by a Reporter under the name

Article?

Father?

Shame?

spirals into a state of regret. Jonathan

will not