There was a saying that said, "After every rain, there was a rainbow." I never once thought I could get interested in these types of positive quotes until I experienced it. True enough, they were now relatable me.
After the storm calmed in California and the relationship of Levy's parents amended, I was feeling homesick, I missed the woody scents of the forests in Oregon and the homey feel it brought to me since the day I was born there. With my maroon-colored long sweater dress and my fuzzy kitten-drawn socks, I comfortably cuddled with my boyfriend in elation, the troubles faded away and we were safe.
My phone was ringing, interrupting my revival, I saw that it was my dad, I mouthed 'dad' at Levy's confused expression and it was comical how his face paled at the mention of my dad.
"Hey dad." I greeted after I connected the call as Levy deviously tried to tickle my arm, I held his arm away from mine.
"Hey, honey, how were the girls' nights going?" Dad was the sweetest man on earth, he was free-minded and was genuinely happy when he met Levy and his family back then. The only member I had missed in my family was my dad, since I didn't have real friends in school.
"It's fine, I miss you, dad." I confessed shakily with emotions. I really did miss him a lot, we always found time to spend with each other every single day, whether it was a movie date with him in the living room or our usual burger joint date. We would talk about everything, he was my rock and he supported me to no end. Levy rubbed my arm to comfort my shaky confession, I squeezed his hand gratefully.
"I miss you too sweet cheeks," I giggled at dad's usual nickname for me, "Are you having fun? You could always come back home if you aren't." He suggested, and I wanted to gush at my dad's cuteness at sugar-coating his desperation to have me next to him.
"I will come tomorrow, dad, how have you been?" I asked, curious to know if he knew about mom coming here. Levy stroked my hair as his eyes were glued to Mission Impossible on MBC 2.
"I have been bored out of my mind alone at the house," I felt guilty when he said that, "your mom told me that she would come back from California after two days, she said she had a family reunion there." He clarified and anger coursed my body at mom's weak excuse to dad, the one who never deserved to be treated like this.
"Don't worry dad, I will go running tomorrow. Try not to eat too much sugar." I instructed as he muttered a 'yeah, yeah, I know' and I laughed at my energetic dad.
"See you tomorrow, honey." Dad said and I reciprocated his goodbyes before closing the phone.
The cloth on the bruises itched me from under the bra. I planned to remove it before sleeping, since the bruises slightly faded.
As for Mrs. Christina and Mr. Clay, they had rekindled their love by a golf-game date they had in the park provided at the hotel by Mr. Clay's special request. Levy suggested going too, but I refused to say that my wound hadn't completely healed yet.
"Baby, do you want to go shopping? I want to buy some stuff." He asked and I nodded, feeling bored as well.
After the brothers' fiasco ended, Mrs. Christina told us we would be back by tomorrow at noon and I couldn't be happier, since I had to catch up with my studies and tutor Levy for his classes.
My mom was still interrupting my peaceful thoughts and I started to feel like something bad was about to happen. She didn't return to Oregon so she had surely plotted something to catch us off-guard.
I wasted no time as I told Levy about my suspicion about mom but he brushed it off saying that maybe she needed time to adjust to her emotional breakup and humiliation, I decided not to overthink as we changed from our comfortable pajamas to our casual clothes.
We told his parents, who were busy hugging and catching up on the story that happened to us before, that we were heading to the mall with the help of Levy's GPS. They just brushed off and continued to talk. We both rolled our eyes, then chuckled at their romance as we held hands and walked out of the hotel.
It was our last day here and I found that California was alluring with its calm weather after the storm went down at five pm. Levy talked to the driver that his dad reserved for us by a quick phone call, telling him that we wanted to go to Stonestown Galleria.
"How do you know so much about California?" I asked him once we settled inside the sleek black Jeep.
"I used to go with dad to train using weapons like guns and metal traps." He answered me before kissing my forehead.
"How was your first experience on the death side?" he jokingly questioned with an amusing look.
"It was risky," I replied as we both chuckled, I continued, "but it was an exciting thrill. I can finally see why you were addicted to this." I said honestly.
"Yeah, but I wouldn't want that for our child," he spoke seriously as his eyes held so much sadness, "I want our child to be perfectly healthy and away from these dangerous deals." The thought of him thinking about a future with me just warmed my heart so much that I grabbed his face and gave him a deep kiss, not caring that there was a driver. It was him, Levy Martin, that existed only in my world.
"Me too, but I also want our child to be exactly like you," I muttered as my eyes bore into his, "strong and passionate."