It was always you

Dinner

SELENA

What happened with me and Emerson back in my garden shouldn't have happened, I have to take extra care of that now, I watched him exiting my garden, I sighed and followed him, to the parking area. More than I hate him, I hate myself for feeling , that under his touch, but unfortunately, my feelings are like a free bird they can be caged but will not gave up the idea of flying.

As, I reached towards his super expensive black Porsche, I couldn't help but droll at his beautiful car, he cleared his throat and brought me back to reality, I sighed and took the passenger seat and he taking the driver's seat, he loves to drive and when we're young we used to go for long night drive, that memories came back rushing to me, my sane mind, said "Don't be nostagalic about the past." But sadly, I can't control it. The atmosphere in the car was tensed to he decided to switch on the radio. Coincidentally, our favourite song was playing on , "You're still the one" by Shania Twain .

When I first saw you, I saw love
And the first time you touched me, I felt love
And after all this time
You're still the one I love, mmm, yeah-yeah

Looks like we made it
Look how far we've come, my baby
We mighta took the long way
We knew we'd get there someday

They said, "I bet they'll never make it"
But just look at us holding on
We're still together, still going strong

You're still the one I run to
The one that I belong to
You're still the one I want for life....

I hummed the song, and remembered my memories spent with him those are precious and I think no part of my life , can be more beautiful than that spent with him, till now. I glanced towards his direction towards him through my peripheral vision finding him already looking at me, if the day would have been past, I've have asked him to stop the car and hugged him but I can gave up .

I didn't realised when we reached the restaurant, because of the song the atmosphere inside the car was lightened, he parked the car and once again opened the door for me, he's a gentleman, he does it for every women, who's inside his car but still , I've to thank him, so I did. He nodded in turn, the restaurant appeared to be a comfortable homely place, unlike the place that matched his so-called standards, the atmosphere here was more like a home with few people around and wasn't lavish.

He offered me his hand, I first look at it and then to his eyes, I want to ignore it but seeing his innocent traitor eyes, I just couldn't , to I took his warm large hands in mines, and I can see a victory smirk on his face. To be very honest, I don't know why I was doing it but I have agreed to be his wife, and beginning this relationship by reviving our died friendship, will make it less bearable.

....

He opened the door for me, and I awed at the view, indeed the restaurant wasn't like the one,I've visited before, and it appeared not be expensive matching , billionaire,Emerson Black's standards.

Is it for me that he choose this one? Because when for the first time we went on a date, I recommended him to book next of our dates in a restaurant that's not lavish, and don't make us realise from were we come from, because we can have dinner like that in the lavish dining room in our house. It's late evening that's why only two couples were there.

He dragged me with him to the window facing seat, dragging chair for me he made me take a seat, while taking the seat infront of me. For a while we both kept glancing in eachother's eyes.

"So?" I found myself beginning the conversation. Before, he'd speck a waiter came to us asking our order, "I'll like to have cheese pasta." I said and he ordered tomato pasta, it's still his favourite, I couldn't help but smile.

He found me smiling, seeing me his lips too crept into a smile, highlighting his chin dimple, the dimple added charms to his personality, he cleared his throat.

"Sally, you really don't have to do it." I found him saying, I know what he's talking about.

"I should be the one saying that, Emerson. " I replied, earning a sigh from him, "Sally, I left the decision on you and you left it on me, Why're doing this to yourself?" I faked smiled.

"I'm doing this for the welfare of my kids." I replied and he looked at me incredulously. "What about your dreams?" Why he's trying to open the old wounds.

"My dreams died the day you left me." I blurted out, he needs to know this. "After the death of James and Laura, I was left heartbroken. I even complained to god , why didn't he called me instead of the parents of those innocent children, but then I looked at both of them, and since that day the welfare of both of them became my dream." I said out this loud enough for him to hear and found wetness in my eyes thankfully, I wasn't crying.

Again before he'd say anything, our food arrived, he's looking at me with guilt , sympathy,pity and was indeed sorry for me, because life's unpredictable and we've to change with it, who'd have thought a girl who's always selfish regarding her dreams will one day dedicate her life to someone else without thinking of getting benefit inturn. I was indeed hungry so, I pick up the fork and continue eating.

"See, Emerson I want to see my parents happy, but I don't trust Ethan's family, they might claim the custody of my kids, for the bloody piece of land." I tried to explain him the situation, "But, you still have a choice, if you don't want you can call off this wedding, I'm sure my mother will find someone else. " I said truthfully, "It's because you and me can take the responsibility they'd chosen us over Camilla and Ethan, plus it'd be easy for you to spend time with your niece and nephew. " He was looking at me with some unfathomable emotions in his eyes, and I couldn't help but it's affecting me a lot more than, I can ever imagine. If he keeps looking at me like that, I fear that I may fall in love with me yet again.

"You've grown so mature, Princess. " I found him saying, he's behaving like my dad.

"From now onwards, Peter and Lily aren't only my niece and nephew but my own kids because your their mother." My heart skip a beat hearing his words, I feel a strong urge to run away and hide my face somewhere , I glanced at him and tried to recall the words that just came out of his mouth.

Is he really the Emerson, I knew?