Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 57945 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 290(@200wpm)___ 232(@250wpm)___ 193(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57945 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 290(@200wpm)___ 232(@250wpm)___ 193(@300wpm)
“Well, one day, when ye’re much older, I think ye’ll change yer mind.” Callia offers her a smile.
My chest tightens as I watch them together. I couldn’t have asked God fer a better woman. She didn’t have ta accept Aine. Callia could have told me where ta shove the whole relationship.
But she’s still here.
And that’s why I need ta go and get a ring. I want ta ask her ta marry me. I know there’s not goin’ta be a day in my future that I don’t want ta spend with her. Seein’ life through together while holdin’ each other’s hands is definitely my plan.
I push the door open and step inside. I have ta ride into the city before the shops close.
“Da! Look!”
Aine points to her cheeks and then her lips. They are shimmerin’ with a gloss that I know Callia often wears. It’s clear, so there’s no colour, but there’s a sheen that’s obvious when Aine pouts her lips at me.
“Are ye goin’ out, somewhere special?” I play along with her, laughin’ when she shakes her head and strands of her hair end up stuck ta the gloss.
“That’s yuck,” she says, spittin’ out nothin’ while swipin’ at her mouth. It’s a mess, but she’s adorable.
My heart fills with emotion as I crouch down and take her sticky hands.
“Da is goin’ out real quick to get somethin’ important,” I tell her. “Ye’ll have ta help Callia pack fer our holiday. Can ye do that fer me?”
Her face brightens when she realises I’m givin’ her a job ta do. I’ve learnt that when Aine’s put in charge of somethin’, she plays her role happily.
“I can do that,” she tells me with confidence and a nod of her head. “I’m all grown up and I can do anythin’.”
“I think ye should stay a little girl fer a wee while longer, but ye can be responsible,” I tell her. “It’s much more fun bein’ a child anyway.”
She tips her head ta the side as she ponders this, then she shrugs and says, “Okay, but I want ta do the packin’ with Callia anyway.”
“Ye can do that.” I pull her in fer a hug, not carin’ that I’m goin’ta have lip gloss all over my T-shirt. I love Callia, and I love Aine. They’re both very different forms of the emotion, but they both leave me speechless.
“Where are ye headin’?” Callia asks as she packs away the makeup.
“Never ye mind. I’m buyin’ somethin’ fer our holiday. Ye’ll see it when we get there.”
I know she’s not goin’ta stop askin’, tryin’ ta figure it out, but I know she won’t, because we haven’t really talked about marriage. The proposal will come as a complete surprise ta her.
But before I ask her, I’m goin’ta need ta talk ta Ma. I want ta hear her point of view. And since she’s meetin’ Callia, she can tell me honestly what she thinks of my girl.
“Fine,” Callia tells me, but I can see she’s thinkin’. Her mind must be racin’ with thoughts on what it could be. “Don’t be long because ye need ta sort out yer own suitcase.”
Her cheeky tone makes me grin, and when she looks at me, she knows what I’m thinkin’. She can tell I want to bend her over and spank her arse until she’s beggin’ fer forgiveness.
She done somethin’ ta me. She’s changed me and made me want ta be a better man. Her beauty drives me insane, and I want ta spend every second of the day with her. I know she’ll be mine forever.
EIGHTEEN
CALLIA
To say I’m nervous meetin’ Rebel’s ma is an understatement. I think I packed and unpacked my suitcase five times before he got home ta the clubhouse and helped me decide what ta take. The back and forth has made me dizzy.
All my life I’ve spent fightin’ fer what I want. After I ran away from home, I didn’t look back. I was on my own, and I made my own destiny. Now, I’m with Rebel, and I’m relyin’ on him. I’ve no control over what’s goin’ta happen when we arrive in Italy. When I see his ma, I’m not sure what she’s goin’ta make of me.
There are so many instances when I’ve wondered what she’s like. And now that I’m goin’ta finally come face-ta-face with her, I’m on edge.
I don’t know if she’ll like me. I’ve been imaginin’ I’m not the type of girl she would want fer her son. But maybe that’s my own self-conscious doubts playin’ games with me.
The trip ta the airport isn’t long, and when we finally board the plane, I’m in need of a serious drink.
“Ye’ll be okay,” Rebel tells me when he notices me wringin’ my hands.
We’re settled into our seats. I’m next to the window, Rebel is by the aisle, and Aine is in between us. I lean back and take a long deep breath.