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Early in the morning, Callum woke up early and found Cara, who had just opened her eyes as well.
“Good morning,” he said and leaned closer to her on the forehead.
“Morning,” she greeted back in a hoarse voice and glanced at her mother who was still sleeping peacefully.
“I want to help make breakfast for Mommy,” she said, pulling herself up and crawling out of bed.
“Why don’t we make her breakfast together?” Callum presented.
Cara smiled and nodded as Callum pulled himself up as well and carried her as they both went out of the room.
Jessie, who was yawning and just woke up, noticed the two entering the kitchen, so she immediately stood up straight and hastily took the apron
“Good morning, sir. Should I prepare you a coffee?” She asked, a bit panicking to serve him.
“It’s alright. Jessie. Don’t bother. Cara and I will take care of the breakfast today. Just get some more sleep if you are still sleepy.”
Jessie’s movements calmed down as Cara smiled at her as well when Callum placed her on the kitchen sink. She sat there while Callum was opening the fridge and taking out some eggs, bacon, and sausage.
“Just sleep again, Cara urged, and Jessie smiled a little.
Jessie has no choice but to let the two take over the kitchen. Callum was topless while Cara was beside him, standing on the stool while lending a hand to her father, asking for things, and he would guide her as well.
“Your mommy loves bacon and eggs early in the morning, along with her coffee.
“Yeah. She likes it… and some pancakes…
“Alright. We’ll make pancakes too.
Cara was paying attention to what Callum was doing in the kitchen. She was so attentive that she would lend what Callum needed abruptly like she knew the next step she would take.
And while placing everything on the table, they also designed it with a vase that had a rose in it. Cara was so amazed that she thought it was the perfect breakfast for her mother.
“Cara. What would you feel if I married your mommy?” He asked gently, as he was thinking about it thoroughly and wanting to ask her that question.
“You’d marry my mommy?” She asked, a bit astonished that it showed on her face.
“Yes. I already proposed to her, but your mommy did not say yes to me yet because we both wanted to make sure you would know about it. Or I wanted to make you part of it. Your consent is both important to us,”
Cara clearly understood the concept of marriage because her mother had already explained it to her every time she watched Disney movies that involved marriage. And she knows that marriages are made with two people who love each other, just like her mother explained.
-Will
you take care of my mommy forever and promise me not to hurt her or make her cry again?” She asked as she looked at her seriously with those eyes that were now mingling with intensity.
Callum nodded. “Yes. I will.”
“And… you don’t love anyone else but my mommy?”
“If there is another girl I love, then it is you. Aside from your mommy, just you and your mommy…”
Cara was vividly controlling herself not to feel too much about those words as she tried to hold back, but her lips were really stretching as she made a serious face again, like a detective who was trying to find any evidence that would prove someone’s
crime.
“If you will marry my mommy, you will…” She paused for a while.
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Callum looked at her carefully. He could clearly tell the resemblance between Cara to her mother because of the way she talks or bargains things. Cara was just the split personality of her mother. She might appear unreadable, but Callum now knows she’s fragile and delicate.
“What is it?” Callum asked.
Cara looked away as she was still crossing her arms while sitting on the chair.
“You will….. dance with me then?”
“Dance? “Callum chuckled. “What kind of dance!”
“Uh, like, you would stand up facing each other, bow for a while, and then you would sway each other slowly. Like.. like those…. Disney movies”
“Oh, a slow dance. Then, do you want to do it now with me?” Callum asked and offered his hand.
Cara’s eyes widened. It was her own dream to dance with her father. She immediately shook her head.
“Not today! I am not wearing a gown like those princesses, and you were not wearing a king outfit either. But we could dance soon. Maybe on the wedding day of you and Mommy?”
“Then… do you agree that I’ll marry her?” He asked carefully.
Cara looked at him deeply for a while. Callum could feel how deep her stares were as if she was trying to see his soul to see if he was sincere or not. That’s why, when she slowly nodded, Callum’s eyes widened.
“If you hurt my mommy, I will hate you forever. I will not forgive you.”
Callum crouched and carried her as she hugged her tightly.
*Thank you, Cara. I won’t waste this chance. I will show you how much I love your mommy and you. Trust your daddy, hmm?”
Cara nodded and hugged her back as she couldn’t help but smile.
I have a dad now. My real daddy….
When Clara slowly opened her eyes and noticed that she was alone on the bed, she got up and decided to go to the kitchen until she saw the two who were waiting for her while they looked both confident in bragging about the table they obviously made for her.
“Good morning” Callum pulled the chair for her. “Have a seat.”
Ciara smiled and walked toward the table as she settled into the chair, As she was sitting, Callum took one flower from the vase and handed it to her.
Ciara’s brow arched while Cara was grinning in her seat and watching her father make a move to her mother, who laughed at
little.
“You are quite extra early in the morning”
Cara giggled, and Ciara looked at her daughter as well.
“And you must be his accomplice behind this?”
“The mastermind, actually, Callum smirked and showed his hand to Cara as they made a high five.
Oh! I just slept, and these two seem to be closer than me and Cara,
On that day, Callum spent his time teaching Carn how to ride a horse again while Ciara watched them sometimes while sipping her mango shake. She felt like she was watching a movie with a happy ending about a family as the sunset slowly showed and the entire place.
If Callum would propose to me again, I know I already have the answer. I could even marry him right then because of how happy I am right now.
Their trip in the province was like a bridge for Callum and Cara to become closer because, right after that, it was Cara who would sometimes call her father and he would fetch her at the house, and they would bond. She would also call her daddy nonstop and would even brag to Ciara’s parents about her father, saying that her family slowly accepted Callum again because
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of what he had done to Cara’s mood.
“This is the Royale. The CEO, Albert Johnson, was just waiting for you to make an appointment so you two could discuss the negotiations for the collaboration. The Haynes were also eyeing him. But Mr. Johnsons was more invested in working with you, Miss Ciara,” Gwen said as she placed the documents on the table where Ciara was sitting,
She opened it and reviewed the proposal project, which immediately piqued her interest.
“It’s a big project,” she commented.
“Yes. The sales would greatly increase once this collaboration was pushed through. Though he was offered a larger amount by Haynes Corp. to work with them, Mr. Johnsons was waiting for your word before collaborating with the others. Or let’s just say he’s making Sullivan his top priority.”
Cara froze for a while, her brow arching knowing the Haynes were really competing against them.
“This is quite a big opportunity and a catch for the company to prosper even more, Miss Ciara. Your father wanted you to sign it as soon as possible. He wants you to handle this big project with Mr. Johnson,” Gwen reminded.
Though she already has feelings for Callum, business is business. She doesn’t want to repeat her obsession from the past. wherein she would step backward and shove every opportunity at Callum.
And Mr. Johnson wants you, Ciara. Callum would understand this. Your family wants you to handle this. Don’t just be blinded by love and make another drastic decision out of it.
But of course, I could tackle this with Callum so he would know that I’ll be signing it.
