RANSOM GIFT: The Complete Collection Boxed Set (Commanding Proposal, Hidden Proposal, Ransom Proposal) by Kristina Royer Page B
Authors: Kristina Royer
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had renewed confidence.
“I’m really sorry, dad.” I apologized to the almost-grandfather.
He flashed his weakest smile on me, and I knew for a fact that he wasn’t blaming me at all. But I just couldn’t help but blame myself.
“Honey, it’s not your fault.” My dad tried to lessen the pain, and console me.
I hope soon the pain will subside, but that’s the thing, I don’t want it to. I felt like it’s going to be so unfair for the little angel who I stupidly lost.
“Baby, please stop blaming yourself…” Gary literally begged me.
I slowly nodded.
“I have an idea. Why don’t the three of us go for a vacation? Aruba would be nice, or we can visit Santorini, that’s your lifelong dream, right?” My dad asked.
“I agree, dad. That would be nice.” Gary has to second dad’s motion. “But how come you haven’t visited Greece if it was your lifelong dream?” Gary was curious since he knew that with my dad’s money, I can go there anytime.
“She’s waiting for someone to come along with her.” Dad teased, trying so hard to support Gary’s move of changing the topic.
Gary didn’t even bother ask why didn’t I just bring Clemente. I thought it’s very nice of him not to. Plus, I never thought this day would come that I’ll find someone to bring there without having any second thoughts. It just went to show that deep down inside, I knew Clemente wasn’t the one for me.
But with Gary, there was no second thought whatsoever, not at all. “Do you think our child can forgive me?” I innocently asked my two men.
My dad’s face turned from desperate to share me some happiness to looking really sad and awful in my behalf. “Baby, my grandchild’s not even mad at you. It’s not your fault. It’s never your fault.”
I was about to cry again when dad has brought out a box with cake inside it. I secretly hoped Alma baked it because she bakes the best chocolate cake that can give anyone the happy hormones they need. “Chocolate cake from Alma…” Dad informed me with the fact I wanted to hear.
I smiled at him, and tried to look excited.
“She bakes the best.” I told Gary, and he never missed the opportunity to give me support, so he smiled sweetly at me.
“Go have a slice.” He suggested, and stood up at his feet to get me a slice.
And so, he fixed me a slice, and as well as dad’s. He also got a plate for himself, and I waited for him to take a bite. The moment his taste buds acknowledged that it was indeed good, he had this weird reaction that made me laugh softly.
He looked at dad, and dad met his stares. It was their signal that their efforts were working. When they thought I noticed, they awkwardly tried to give more efforts.
“Cloud nine, huh?” Dad teased Gary.
Regardless how many appreciations he gave Alma; still I had no plan of getting jealous because he was stating the facts.
“I should learn how to make this.” Gary told us.
Dad seemed like he couldn’t agree more. “Bake it Spanish style.” He teased even more.
“I know, I know. Spanish cooks are the best, but hey, dad, you liked my Spanish cuisine.” Gary teased him back.
My dad made a meh facial expression, “it was alright.”
They looked so funny, and a bit silly to me. I thought they deserve some appreciation for that, so I gave them the laugh they wanted to hear. But that doesn’t mean that I wasn’t hurting anymore because I was really hurting still.
But I thought I should give them an opportunity to save me out of my misery.
“What? Dad, you liked it. I heard your thoughts, you wanted to marry Kristina and I back then.” Gary told joke to my
“I’m really sorry, dad.” I apologized to the almost-grandfather.
He flashed his weakest smile on me, and I knew for a fact that he wasn’t blaming me at all. But I just couldn’t help but blame myself.
“Honey, it’s not your fault.” My dad tried to lessen the pain, and console me.
I hope soon the pain will subside, but that’s the thing, I don’t want it to. I felt like it’s going to be so unfair for the little angel who I stupidly lost.
“Baby, please stop blaming yourself…” Gary literally begged me.
I slowly nodded.
“I have an idea. Why don’t the three of us go for a vacation? Aruba would be nice, or we can visit Santorini, that’s your lifelong dream, right?” My dad asked.
“I agree, dad. That would be nice.” Gary has to second dad’s motion. “But how come you haven’t visited Greece if it was your lifelong dream?” Gary was curious since he knew that with my dad’s money, I can go there anytime.
“She’s waiting for someone to come along with her.” Dad teased, trying so hard to support Gary’s move of changing the topic.
Gary didn’t even bother ask why didn’t I just bring Clemente. I thought it’s very nice of him not to. Plus, I never thought this day would come that I’ll find someone to bring there without having any second thoughts. It just went to show that deep down inside, I knew Clemente wasn’t the one for me.
But with Gary, there was no second thought whatsoever, not at all. “Do you think our child can forgive me?” I innocently asked my two men.
My dad’s face turned from desperate to share me some happiness to looking really sad and awful in my behalf. “Baby, my grandchild’s not even mad at you. It’s not your fault. It’s never your fault.”
I was about to cry again when dad has brought out a box with cake inside it. I secretly hoped Alma baked it because she bakes the best chocolate cake that can give anyone the happy hormones they need. “Chocolate cake from Alma…” Dad informed me with the fact I wanted to hear.
I smiled at him, and tried to look excited.
“She bakes the best.” I told Gary, and he never missed the opportunity to give me support, so he smiled sweetly at me.
“Go have a slice.” He suggested, and stood up at his feet to get me a slice.
And so, he fixed me a slice, and as well as dad’s. He also got a plate for himself, and I waited for him to take a bite. The moment his taste buds acknowledged that it was indeed good, he had this weird reaction that made me laugh softly.
He looked at dad, and dad met his stares. It was their signal that their efforts were working. When they thought I noticed, they awkwardly tried to give more efforts.
“Cloud nine, huh?” Dad teased Gary.
Regardless how many appreciations he gave Alma; still I had no plan of getting jealous because he was stating the facts.
“I should learn how to make this.” Gary told us.
Dad seemed like he couldn’t agree more. “Bake it Spanish style.” He teased even more.
“I know, I know. Spanish cooks are the best, but hey, dad, you liked my Spanish cuisine.” Gary teased him back.
My dad made a meh facial expression, “it was alright.”
They looked so funny, and a bit silly to me. I thought they deserve some appreciation for that, so I gave them the laugh they wanted to hear. But that doesn’t mean that I wasn’t hurting anymore because I was really hurting still.
But I thought I should give them an opportunity to save me out of my misery.
“What? Dad, you liked it. I heard your thoughts, you wanted to marry Kristina and I back then.” Gary told joke to my
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