After listening to their conversation, Nelson came to Callie behind her and tidied her hair in a natural way, bantering in her ears, “Brilliant. I just left for the restroom for a minute, my grandpa became yours.”
Shuddering, Callie wondered if he was acting or joking. However, she didn’t make it.
“You brat. You are her husband. Yours is hers. We are family!” Old Oconnor scolded at him, supporting himself with a cane.
Nelson raised his eyebrows, smiling, and said like coaxing a child, “Well, well, we are family.”
Callie couldn’t help giving a smile of joy. It was so harmonious that she felt like she was his real wife.
Due to her sprained ankle, Nelson lifted her in front of the table. When he was about to get up, Callie held her back with her delicate hand.
“You needn’t bother. I can walk,” said Callie. Such an intimate contact made her heart throb.
Nelson put his big hand on the back of her head and whispered to her, “Grandpa is watching.”
Then, they soon separated, but from the view of Nelson’s grandfather, he reckoned that their relationship was good and felt more relieved.
On the table, Old Oconnor inquired about the family of Callie, “Nelson told me that your father is in hospital. Does he get better?”
“Not yet. The doctor said there was nothing they could do, outside of hoping things would get better,” Callie put it plainly.
“Well…” Old Oconnor mumbled to himself and said, “You’ve been married for a while, but we have not organized a banquet and we two families haven’t met each other. How about this? Let me find a time to visit your father. I believe he will be very happy about it even though he’s in a coma now.”
Callie was scared. If Reuben heard she’d married without his knowledge, he must be infuriated.
She winked at Nelson right along and waved her hands, saying, “That’ll not do. You are not in a perfect condition now, it is not proper for you to go out, especially the hospital.”
“It’s better now. No worries. I think I should pay a courtesy call.”
Unhurriedly, Nelson put a bowl of soup in front of Callie who was flurried.
Then he said, in an imperturbable tone, “The doc said her father was getting better. He will finally wake up. Grandpa, I think we should kindly wait for her dad to come to himself before we have a meeting. It is more formal, am I right?”
Old Oconnor thought it twice and agreed with it but suddenly he said angrily, “You brat, what do you mean ‘her dad’? I have said we are family. Her dad is your dad. Call him dad as Callie does!”
Callie was flabbergasted by Old Oconnor’s word with her eyes popping.
“Grandpa…” mumbled Callie.
Under the table, Nelson grasped her hand and stopped her, “My bad. I will keep it in mind.”
Old Oconnor gave a wide smile of delight due to his “apology”.
Callie had a mixed feeling about it and turned to look at Nelson.
After the meal, in a room of the second floor, Callie sat on the soft bed and talked with Nelson in case he misunderstood and felt discontent, “You can get over what grandpa just said. It is not necessary.”
Nelson was going to turn on his computer since he needed to handle some emergencies on work. He responded, “He’s right. Indeed, we are family now, so it is acceptable.”
Acceptable? Really? Nelson’s style should be “I will be the last person who say it”.
Callie lay down on the bed and asked, “Are you working?”
“Yes, I got a project to examine just now,” replied Nelson.
Then she stopped disturbing him. Maybe because she just had a meal, she felt drowsy on the bed.
Soon, she failed to restrain herself from the urge of sleep.
Nelson threw a glance at her since she’d been silent for a long while, and he found that the woman was sleeping soundly by hugging a pillow who was only a few inches away from him.