I'm Gonna Marry Your Daughter

One month later.

In the middle of our journey back to the province, I put my hand on Dylan's thigh while he was driving to see his reaction. The trip back to the province will be boring so I decided to break the ice.

"Uh-ah!" Dylan quickly blurted as though he already knew what I was trying to do.

"What?" I asked him teasingly, pretending to know nothing.

"Don't do it." He said.

"Don't do what?" I asked again, but I was trying harder not to laugh at his expression.

His eyes were still focused on the road. "Don't start something you ain't gonna finish ma'am."

"What are you talking about?" For the third time, I asked him, and this time, I started to laugh at his partly irritated and funny reaction.

My little plan somehow worked out. To tease him. To make him laugh throughout our entire trip. I crazily missed Dylan's smile that much. It has been a month since all our problems have been fixed yet I barely see him smiling.

"You know dang well what I