CHAPTER:6

BEYANCA'S POV

"Yes dad. Ofcourse we should.

Is that- is that even a question." I said, tears streaming through my eyes.

I was hopeful.

Hopeful and happy after so many days.

Actually that's an understatement,

I was joyful.

Dad looked at me with unshed tears in his own eyes and smiled.

"I knew you'd say yes." He said, his face breaking into a grin.

"But that's not why I asked you this Beya." He said after sometime, patting me on my shoulder.

He again didn't spoke for a while. Just when I was about to speak again he started speaking.

"When I talked to the team there, even thought they assured me of her being well again they still said that they don't know how much time will it take for her to be back to her normal self."

"Dad but that's fine right!?

It's okay. Atleast we know she'll be well someday." I said.

"Beya, it make take upto a year-" he started speaking again, trying to make a point.

I gasped a little hearing how much time it can take.

But almost an year is still better than not knowing when at all!

"It is all fine dad." I said calmly with a huge smile.

"One year is- it's just okay. It'll all be okay.

And I know you're worried about Victor's say in it.

He's probably not gonna react positively to this but I know he'll agree. He loves her so much, he'll definitely agree to anything to make her well. If not, then I'll talk to him and-" I startled rambling, reasoning with him, trying to make him understand that we should shift her there.

"Jesus Beya, calm down!" He said putting his both hands on my shoulders.

"Atleast breathe in between the sentences." He continued chuckling.

"I talked to Victor. He was the one who actually asked me if I knew any good doctors.

I told him about shifting her to San Francisco and he's okay with it as long as she's getting a good treatment." He said and I was once again rejoiced.

"But-" he started speaking again "What I meant with one year being really long time was that we cannot leave you here Beya."

"You still have your senior year left which can't be ignored. I know we're all in a difficult situation right now and this is not the best thing to be concerned about with Emy in there. But I'm your father Beyanca and I need to think of my child's future. I cannot neglect it." He spoke with a serious and calm voice trying to make a point.

I understood what he was implying.

I still chose to not understand it.

"What do you mean dad?" I asked calmly, knowing fully well what he meant.

"I mean that Beya,

It is about time that you should come back to San Francisco." He said and I was immediately drowned in my empty thoughts.

I want to think but I don't know what.

"I'll give you some time to think to make your decision.

I just kind of figured that you wanted to be with your mother in this condition of hers. The choice is yours to make.

Just remember, if you choose to stay or leave, we all will understand. It won't make you any less of a strong, caring and loving daughter that you are. Your mom will still love you and so will I." He completed and stood up.

He gave me a pat on my shoulder which made me look up.

"I'll be in there." He said, gesturing towards mom's room with his head and I just simply nodded my head.

I was too crowded with my thoughts to even form an answer as simple as a YES!

I turned back in my seat and stared at the plain white wall in front of me.

I want to do it. For mom.

But then there is this constant nagging in the back of my head which is asking me to reconsider my decision.

I know that I can face all of them now. I'm much much stronger now and I've left all of that behind. So that's definitely not the issue here.

The only reason I'm second-guessing my decision to go there is,

(A) Becca, obviously. She's a mess now and I can't leave her alone like that. I know she'll understand but still.

She has to be here. Victor needs her here with him. He's a mess himself!

And then (B)-

"I think you should go." I was snapped out of my thoughts be his all too familiar, always warm and calm voice.

I looked up to my right and saw him standing there with a small smile on his face. He was carrying a paper bag in one hand and coffee in other.

He came towards me and sat down on one of the empty seats beside me.

He then, put those things on the seat next to him and looked at me.

My eyes following his every movement.

"I really think you should go." He repeated with the same voice.

"Why? You don't want me here?" I asked with a heavy voice, knowing his answer to the question already.

I looked down to avoid letting him see the tears already pooling in my eyes.

I don't even know why am I crying!

Maybe it is because I know he's right. Or maybe because of what I'm about to hear next.

He chuckled at this and took my hands in his. He turned me completely towards him.

"You know it's far from what I really want." He said with so much sincerity in his voice.

"I've always wanted you all to myself Beya. There was never a doubt in that. But it is Emily we're talking about here. She's your mom, she's important.

And it's just a matter of 'an year'." He said, laying more emphasis on 'an year'.

"And an year has 12 months, 52 weeks, 365 days, 8760 hours, 525600 minutes and- and A LOT of seconds Mike! That's gonna be too much without you" I replied and he chuckled at that.

"Beyanca Marie Westbay, I alway knew you were good at math but this was plain corny!" He said and laughed, making me laugh a little with him.

Actuallyyyyy!

Since when did I start being corny?

That's not me. I'm not the corny one among us, that's usually Mike.

I love what he says though, but that's still Mike.

"You don't have to worry about me you know." He said amusingly with a cocky look and I just glared at him and gave him a serious look.

He got my message.

"No? Seriously? You really are worried about me?" He asked with a bewildered look.

"Now you're actually underestimating my love for you with that." I said with a fake pout and laughed a little. He joined in on my laughter.

"No seriously though, you don't have to." He said after we stopped laughing.

I looked at him with a few tears pooling my eyes.

Gosh! Why am I being so emotional?

The last time was five months ago when Mike and I proposed each other, together, had a heart-to-heart convo and confessed our feelings finally!

I looked away again.

"Don't worry about me baby-" He started speaking after sometime of being silent.

"I'll be fine." He completed and I turned my head towards him to find him already looking at me with a weak smile.

"I will be there for you, just a call away." He continued.

"I may not be there but you'll always have my heart and mind and attention." He said with a goofy smile and my heart did that annoying but good fluttering thing.

There's the corny-romantic Mike I know and love.

"I love you." He said and I hugged him, a tear leaving my eye.

"I know. I love you." I said to him and he just tightened his arms around me as a reply.

Being this close to him, in his arms and hugging him this tightly made me realize something,

That hugging while sitting sideways on chairs is difficult and awkward.

And also how much I'm gonna miss him, Ofcourse.

"Stop crying Beya, I might as well think you love me." He made a pathetic attempt at joking.

Like I just told him I love him-

I laughed Anyways!

One thing you need to know about Mike is that he can be quite unfunny sometimes.

Yeah well who am I kidding! He is unfunny all the times.

He sucks at being sarcastic!

Dosen't matter though,

Not everyone has to be funny.

I mean he is smart and caring and loving and intelligent and handsome and hot and sexy and romantic and passionate and I love him.

He released me from the hug and held my hands.

I pouted at that but took a breathe of relief as well.

He chuckled at my reaction knowing exactly why I did that.

"You know if you're so adamant to not let a handsome hunk aka me go-" He started speaking again.

"You should not." He continued with sincerity in his eyes and hesitation in his voice.

"Because I know I don't want to let you go." He completed with the same look.

I was actually confused.

Did he just ask me what I'm thinking he did or is it something else??

As far as I know him, he did but I need to confirm it obviously.

"Mike are you hinting for us-" I started but he cut me off even before I could complete my sentence.

"Yes" He whispered with tears pooling his eyes.

"You have my word and my love babe.

Or you can always ask Becca coz I know she'll be watching me like a hawk." He said and laughed at last.

I just continue watching him.

I was having a moment.

"If you agree to this." He said once he stopped laughing. Hesitation lacing his voice and features once again.

I just hugged him tightly as a reply.

I obviously took him by shock but he recovered from that in a few seconds and hugged me back equally tightly and hid his face in the crook of my neck.

There I knew that he knew my answer.

Amd for once I forgot all my sorrows and cries.

See this is why it dosen't matter if he's funny or not.

He makes me so calm and relaxed. He just drifts all my negative thoughts away.

I don't give a shit about sarcasm when I've this huge-ass caring man all to myself.

He is the best thing that ever happened to me!!

"Yes" I whispered breaking our hug and looking at him, his eyes to be precise.

His face broke into a huge grin and he pulled me in for a hug. Again.

I guess that's our thing.

Hugs and cuddles.

"You're the strongest person and trust me when I say everything will be fine." He said and I just smiled and hugged him tighter.

I know I've done that a lot today.

But I need this okay!

I realized something again,

No I'm not talking about sitting and hugging.

(Oh yes I definitely am)

Boy! Is that difficult!

"Let's go and tell your dad your answer or do you want to that alone?

I just assumed you would want me to come-" he started speaking again after breaking the hug.

How much does he talk?

I just silenced him with my finger.

"Mike-

Jeez Mike, calm down!

I want you to come with me." I said and his smile grew.

Aww!

There wasn't even anything to smile upon but who am I to complain to that smile?

It is beautiful.

And it makes my day more beautiful.

Just like mine makes his more beautiful.

His words, not mine.