Some company

Lorenzo's POV

When she had asked, wanting to make sure that I was fine, I didn't know what else to say aside from the fact that I was fine.

I didn't want her to worry, I didn't want the crest on her face to deepen, I hated to see her worry, so I just couldn't bring myself to give her an answer that would break her again.

When we had walked into the decorator greenhouse, the makeshift one that I had ordered to be made before all the ruckus happened, I found myself saying the word that I hadn't even practiced for.

I had thought about this moment for years, kept it in mind for hours, thought about her expression when she saw it, but none of them had prepared me for when I was there, kneeling before her.

I found myself stuttering, the words I didn't plan came out of my mouth instead, was I perhaps tense? I probably was, but it helped me get away of the thoughts that my father was dead.

The doctor had given a heart attack as the answer, and we hadn't pushed on, neither had the workers