My Life as an Adopted One

Three

His reaction was just intense and scared the hell out of me. It was as if I had offended him by saying a bad thing about me.

"I-I'm sorry if I say something wrong, Mr. Brooke..." I stammered, looking down and fidgeting with my hands.

Only then, his expression softened. "You didn't say anything wrong, miss, but please never say something like that again. That body is yours, and people around have no right to judge you for it, especially not you, a Hudson." He stated, his voice laced with uttered gentleness and care.

As he said that I finally figured to ask. "I am here now like he instructed so where is my father?"

Island's face dropped at my question but he managed well and replied. "Mr. Hudson, your father, he's actually in the states now and is probably undergoing an operation for an illness, and the reason I had to get you home is because I made him promise to do good at the surgery, because I will finally get you back." He explained gravelly as he finished up bandaging my ankle.

"S-surgery? W-was it a major one? or just a minor one?" I asked, my hand clutched against my chest as I suddenly felt my heart pounding at the news.

Sitting on a chair, Island looked at me and carefully held my hands. "It is a major one. That operation had been due for a while now, but with me promising to get you back, he finally agreed and took the risk so he could be with you even for a while longer." He said.

Hearing that, I don't know why but I started crying, I haven't met him yet but here I am crying like I have known him for years, maybe it was our blood acting up to make me feel like it, but nevertheless it scares me not to meet him before his time runs out.

"W-would it be weird if I ask to fly to where he is?" I asked between loud sobs.

Surprised with my question, he looked me in the eye and questioned back. "Would you really, miss? because Mr. Hudson will be more than happy to know you will."

I nodded. "I'm just scared that if I took too long, it might be too late." I murmured, my voice is shaky, but the tone is firm.

Island's face light up at my words and with his excitement, he pulled me into a tight hug. "Thank you, miss. I'd book us the earliest flight we could get." He said, before leaving my room with a wide grin in his face

And I, who was not yet over that sudden hug, was still blushing hard. I never thought that I would ever be hugged like that, not with my appearance, not when most guys prefers slim types, especially not when that someone is actually my type.

I know I am overthinking it, I know it was a mere hug, and it's all because he can actually make our meeting happen soon, but a girl could dream, right?

I know I am no special, but that doesn't spare me from being attracted to hot guys even I knew that they can't be mine, and by hot guys, I mean someone like Island.

I sighed exasperatedly as I flopped down on my bed, smiling like some foolish girl, over that hug, I let my head run wild as I daydream and the next thing I knew, he was in my dreams too.

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It was already the next day when I woke up, and Island was there sitting against a chair, ready to leave.

"What time is our flight?" I asked, my voice husky with sleep.

"10 am." He murmured, making me look at the time, and it's already 8:30.

"Oh gosh! You could have woke me up! We'll miss it!" I complained, limping to the vanity mirror.

But he scooped me up and carried me to the bathroom. "We still got time, we're flying by a domestic plane, we'll take your dad's personal chopper, it will be faster."

I gasped, somehow finally realizing that my father is far richer than my adopted parents, never I thought I'd be leaving this country to fly somewhere, but being a Hudson does.

"I'll go wait outside, miss. Please take your time as I coordinate with our people" He said before getting out.

Sighing, I began undoing my dress, realizing I had slept on the same dress at bed, but I couldn't care less now, so I limped around the bath, trying to be independent despite of my limitations and before I knew it I was done and out of the bath.

"Your clothes as inside the closet, miss. Please also pack your preferred clothes at the suitcase when you are ready." Island reminded me and I nod.

By clothes, I thought it would be just a few choices, but when I opened the closet, it was far by few! It is thoroughly filled with all designer clothes and yes, it is all in my size.

Looking at it all, I couldn't help but to cry my heart out, finally realizing that all my hardships growing up are now being replaced with all good things in life.

"I-I just hope this peace and quiet won't be taken away too soon." I murmured between sobs.

As if hearing me cry, the door then opened revealing Island's concerned face. "Miss, you're crying again. Are you okay?" He asked, waltzing to me carefully, before pulling me in another tight hug, now my face is flushed against his chest.

"I'm okay, just please give me a moment." I murmured as I melted into his embrace.

I felt him nod to my request, so we stayed like that for a few more minutes, until I finally pulled away.

"I'm sorry for being a cry baby. I'm okay now." I mumbled, gently wiping my tears away as he once again exited to let me get dressed.

Browsing the clothes, I had picked a yellow floral maxi dress to wear, then packed six more dresses, paired undies, and some casual fitting flats, as I really can't walk with heels with my ankle.

Then, I called out from the inside. "Mr. Brooke, I am ready now, shall we go?"

Island seemed to hear that but instead of answering me, he just let himself back inside the room and scooped me up from the bed, while another guy follows us with my luggage.

"Mr. Brooke, lifting and carrying me around like this, I am afraid that you'll hurt yourself." I murmured.

He then looked down on me, his blue eyes piercing a hole to my flushed face. "It's better to hurt myself than you dislocating that ankle, miss." He said, his tone back to being stern.

His words sends flutters to my heart, making me squeal in the back of my head, but of course, I had to remain composed or he'll think I am being delusional over his gestures.

"Miss, are you listening to me?" He quietly called out against my ear making me shiver.

I gasped at the sudden proximity making me clung on his neck a bit harder. "S-sorry, what was it?" I stammered looking away, suddenly embarrassed with my own actions.

I heard him sigh after that and before I knew it he was already putting me down by the back seat of the car, making me let out an unusual pout. "W-why here? I told you I don't want to be seated in here!" I complained.

But he didn't listen, instead he rested my back to the other side, letting my legs rest at the seat. "Just until your ankle is okay, miss. I can't let it strain at the passenger seat." He said.