Chapter Eight: My Paparazzi
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AARON’S POV
“Where is my phone?” She asks no one in particular as she gets up from the couch.
“Why do you need your phone now?”
“If I don’t send the recipe now, I am most likely going to forget to send it.”
“Since when did you become forgetful?”
“I choose to blame the stress.” She answers while typing away on her phone.
She is gently walking back to the couch, a pout on her lips, one hand on her waist, and giving all of her attention to her phone. What a picture perfect moment.
I immediately grab my phone and click a few photos. The shutter sound grabs her attention. She stops typing and just walks to back to the couch with the biggest smile on her face.
“Oh how I have missed my paparazzi.”
“Of course you’d miss me, I am rare.” I answer her with a wink. I grab an apple from the tray and take a bite.
“You see exactly why I rarely compliment you? You are so full of yourself.”
“But you know it is true.” Just then, my phone makes a sound signifying that a message just dropped.
“There, Mr Aaron Damien, my tea recipe. I expect you to take it to your grave.”
“Is that a threat?”
She looks at me with a teasing look, a small smile dancing on her face, “Did it sound like a threat?”
“Yes princess.”
“Then I am afraid it is a threat. You dare not share it else I will hunt you down.”
She gives the tray in front of us all her attention. She played a song on a low volume before she kept her phone. I couldn’t resist not capturing this moment too.
I love memories. I love photography. I love taking photos of my queen, my princess.
“I will seize your phone. Come on you haven’t eaten anything. There are pancakes, waffles, toast, tea, apples, and grapes.”
“If someone happens to pass by at this moment and hear you listing all that is on the tray, they’d really think I am a handsome guy with sage eyes that don’t work.”
“Green eyes,” she corrects me.
“You literally said I have sage eyes not green eyes ages ago, I haven’t forgotten.”
“Did I?” She has a finger on her chin, eyes looking at the ceiling, pretending to think. This damsel is insufferable, and so dramatic.
She doesn’t answer me, so I continue, “Okay, a handsome guy with sage green eyes. Satisfied?”
“I’d let it slide since you insist.”
“You have a problem.” She doesn’t answer me. She just gives me the waffles after carefully pouring the syrup on it and placing it on a saucer. Rachel didn’t bring plates.
I collect it and take a bite while watching her eat her toast as she looks outside, down the street. She looks like she is thinking about something.
“A penny for your thoughts?” she looks at me with a smile. She is almost always smiling when she is around me, one of my perks if I may say so myself.
“I will miss Blooms’, this couch, the garden. Oh my God, I haven’t told Sharon about the wedding yet.” She beginning to freak out now, she almost knocks down the tea jug.
“Easy there, I will invite her when I leave here.”
“Oh thank you, you are a lifesaver.”
“Now that you mentioned, shall I remind you that you are yet to invite me too?”
“You don’t need an invite Aaron, you are family.”
“I beg to differ. You didn’t even tell me you found the love of life. You didn’t tell me that you are engaged. You didn’t tell me that you are getting married, and that you are freaking leaving Russia.”
“It skipped, and about the marriage I knew that Sam would tell you.”
“What is happening princess? We used to share teeny-tiny details of our lives. We used to confide in each other and seek one another’s advice before making big decisions. We used to share our milestones with each other first, before anyone.”
“I am sorry Aaron, and I understand that you are hurt. I just need you trust me in this and also believe me when I say that I was completely caught off-guard. I didn’t see the wedding happening this soon. Heck, I didn’t even they were coming to ask for my hand.”
“Wait what? That is impossible. How can you say you don’t know that your boyfriend is coming to ask for your hand in marriage with his family? They came all the way from Italy. Oh please be serious, I am not a child.”
“He wasn’t my boyfriend yet when they came. I hadn’t ...” I don’t even let her complete whatever it is she intends to say.
She is either lying or hiding something or lying, again.
“What then gave him the confidence to come ask for your hand in marriage? Not to visit your family, not to ask for permission, but went straight ahead to talk about marriage, skipping all the necessary steps first of which is asking for your consent.”
“His dad and my dad are childhood friends.” She isn’t looking at me. She is playing with her hands and carefully choosing her words. Something is definitely wrong. There is a problem, somehow, somewhere.
She is also clearly getting annoyed at my persistence. I have to tread carefully if I really need answers else my princess will shut me out, completely.
It already looks like she is gradually shutting me out, gently and carefully slipping out of my fingers.
“Okay, but it still doesn’t explain what happened. I just have more questions I need answers to.”
She sighs, still not looking at me which makes me reach out to hold her hands that she’s been playing with.
I look at her with a soft gaze, making my tone lower than it initially was while gently rubbing her right thumb. I don’t say a word yet because I need her to calm down first, whatever it is that is making her fidgety should be gone.
“My Princess, are you alright? Don’t tell me yes if you know you are not. I’d rather you not answer me at all.”
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