22. Dinning with his parents

MIRABEL

"You look beautiful every time I see you. How have you been?" Sandra asked me for the second time tonight as we settled on the dining table.

"I've been good Sandra, and you?" I asked with a smile on her face.

"I'm always looking good. What is working with your husband like? How are you catching up? I hope he's not being too strict on you forgetting you are his wife?" She asked, letting out a small laugh afterward.

"You know he can be like his father when he wants to be." She placed her hand on her husband's hand on the table and looked at him with a smile on her face. "My husband can be so strict when he's at work but behind all of that grumpiness, he's a big baby."

I didn't fail to notice the smile on Giveons dad's face as he looked at his wife. It was evident that he was in love with his wife but I couple say the same for his son.

"It's going well. I'm managing well." I replied. 

"I hope you aren't hard on her Giveon." She was now speaking to her son who hadn't said a word to anyone since he stepped into this room.

"Did she say otherwise?" He replied to his mom and she sighed.

"You are overly too serious. This was one of the reasons I wished I had a girl child. Having to deal with you and your dad and most especially you wasn't the easiest," she remarked.

"Behave son. Don't make your mom exhausted. If she gets any wrinkles, I'll make you pay," his dad warned, pulling his wife closer to him to massage her forehead gently.

They looked adorable.

"I haven't done anything." He said in his defense. 

"Do you like the beef? I cooked that myself," Sandra mentioned as I attempted to take the beef to eat.

"Really?" 

She nodded her head. I bit a little of the beef tasting it. I moaned in pleasure at how pleasant it tasted in my mouth.

"This is great!" I complimented in delight, quickly taking another bite.

"I'm glad you liked it. I wanted to at least do something for my daughter-in-law. You know what? How about we hang out more every weekend? It would be exciting!" She squealed in excitement.

I love Sandra's personality. I love how she never let go of her inner child and could easily express herself.

"Really? I wouldn't mind that." I replied.

I could use some positive energy and besides I've missed my mom. I cannot wait for her to fully be healed so that we can both hang out and go to so many places together.

"That's great then. There's this pottery class I have next week, we could go together and have fun." She said and I nodded my head.

"I'd advise you to put that much energy energy in learning how to do your work properly without having to stress me," Giveon said out of the blue and I mentally screamed at him.

He hadn't been complaining about the work I do lately. He takes them, he says nothing, I leave and that's it. I was beginning to wonder if I was getting better since I was taking classes but hearing him say this now made me wonder if I was doing it right or if he was just pulling my legs.

"It's dinner son. You know the rules. No work talk while having dinner." His dad reminded him.

"You need to know how to have some fun son. Trying to ruin the moment." His mom rolled her eyes at him. 

We continued with dinner and his mom and she kept chatting. After dinner, we settled for some alcoholic wine. The whine contained just five percent alcohol to which Sandra assured me that it wasn't too much and I wouldn't get drunk.

Believing her words, I tasted the wine. It tasted so good that I kept drinking it like it was water.

"You might want to slow down," Giveon whispered beside me and I turned to glare at him.

What was his problem? Why wouldn't he just let me be? I ignored him and continued to drink while chatting with his mom. 

Later he and his dad left me and his mom to speak while they discussed. 

"I wouldn't mind dancing now." I blurted out before I could realize and I just knew that it wasn't me but the alcohol.

"You want to dance? I wouldn't mind that. It's been a long time since I danced so we could both dance!" Sandra cheered, standing up on her feet to get the remote control

In no time, a Latino song was playing while we both danced and screamed. It was beautiful.

I could tell that it was the alcohol in my system that was moving and not me because I wouldn't have been able to get rid of my shy bones and do any of this.

I spun around in excitement until I started feeling dizzy and thought I'd fall only to land on something big and strong.

"I leave you for one second and you are misbehaving already. So much for a girl with an innocent face and always in denial of never doing anything wrong." Giveon whispered, holding my waist firmly to keep me steady.

I don't get angry. I don't frown. I don't deny it, instead, I grinned hard as I looked at him.

"Why are you so handsome?" I blurted out with a smile on my face.

"Excuse me?" He looked at me like I had lost my mind and while my head told me to shut up, I continued to speak.

"You are so handsome for someone with a bad character and mean personality." I slurred, giggling afterward.

"Are you confessing to me right now?"

he asked with an amusing look on his face.

Just as I was about to speak, we were interrupted by his mom.

“Son, Did you tell her of the charity event tomorrow?”

I leaned against him, resting my head on his shoulder as I began to feel sleepy.

“I haven’t but I will.” He replied to his mom.

I could hear them talking but now as much as I should because I was starting to feel sleepy. I didn’t realize when I closed my eyes, feeling so comfortable in his arms.