His Curvy Obsession BWWM

Thirty

Chapter 30

The couple sent out for the day's activities after their breakfast and little chats here and there, knowing about each other's likes and dislikes.

Nathaniel gave Angelina a new camera to make their time together cherishable even though all would be imprinted in their memories, and he had gotten the same face caps with colourful prints on them for both of them.

Nathaniel's cap was printed 'Hers Forever' with 'fuckoff Assholes' written underneath the headings with a middle finger. At the same time, Angelina's cap was printed 'His forever' with 'fuckoff Bitches' written underneath the headings with a middle finger also.

Angelina widened her eyes, comically asking Nathaniel if it was necessary, but he shrugged it off, pecking her on her lips with a sly smirk playing at the tip of his lip.

"So where are we going?" Angelina asked, beaming widely; she couldn't wait to explore the whole of Victoria, even if not all but most of the main places, as she played with the camera with her. Their assigned driver had come earlier to take them to wherever they were heading because she had no clue where Nathaniel had told him. They had been sitting in silence for almost an hour, except they shared a few glances and smiled at each other before getting lost in each other's thoughts.

"We are visiting a family friend," he broke the silence, staring at the lady beside him whose happiness was radiating to him, and he couldn't help to smile.

"A family friend?" she raised a brow while he hummed in response, nodding his head.

"I don't know that you have a family friend around here," she voiced her thought. She was surprised.

"Aunty Sally prefers family-free - problems. That's why she doesn't associate with family except in some rare cases," he spoke, "She's Nicholas' mother's twin sister," he filled her in when he saw the confusion etched on her cute face.

"Oh," realisation drew to her, shaking her head in understanding.

"Yeah," he grinned, "She's kind and nice but very possessive of her kitchen," He smiled, relishing a memory. "I remembered when Nick and I snuck into the kitchen after dinner to steal cookies," he chuckled lightly, "Nick was guarding the door while I was trying to find where she kept the cookies but trust me, it ended badly for us," he cringed, closing his eyes shut.

"What happened?" her lips curled up in laughter, but her lips stopped.

"We thought she'd already gone to bed because she was always the first to go to bed," he tried to defend their actions, shrugging his shoulder, "But—she was still inside the kitchen without the light on, kneading her beautiful dough," he snickered.

"Oh my!" Angelina laughed; she could feel the end wouldn't be pleasant.

"I took the plate of cookies out and called Nick to come nearer so that we could devour," he grinned, "as we took the cookies to take a bite, then puff. She switched on the light, and we were like a deer caught in the light."He shook his head while Angelina erupted in laughter.

"For a whole week, we helped her with baking nonstop, and the cookies we were caught stealing were eaten by her without batting an eyelash or giving us a taste and telling us to wash the plate," he narrated.

"Haha, so hilarious," she guffawed, uncaring of how it wasn't ladylike. That woman…. She couldn't wait to meet her.

"Sorry dear," she mocked, covering her mouth.