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Started April 05, 2019 by Deleted user

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Arvil threw his head back and laughed, tightening his hold on Daisy to prevent her from falling. “Hey, now! I’ll drop you!”

“Then put me down,” Daisy breathed, burying her blushing face in her hands. “Oh my gosh…”

“You are so adorable when you’re like this,” Arvil snickered as he entered her room. He set her on the bed, kissing her softly on her hand. She had her face covered, so… “Well, goodnight, lovely.”

Daisy grunted in protest, only peeking through her fingers at him after he’d set her down and kissed her head. She sighed and rubbed at her still-pink cheeks with a hand.

“Night, Arvil. I’ll see you later,” she murmured, the one hand still covering half of her face.

“Hey, now,” Arvil knelt by her, tilting his head, trying to get a look at her. He absolutely adored looking at her pink cheeks, and it was rather a shame she was hiding them from him. “Don’t hide your face from me.”

Daisy cracked open the eye of the uncovered side of her face and peeked at him. “You’re flustering me. I just wanna sleep, and you’re being mean,” she declared, frowning at him.

“But I want to see your pretty face,” Arvil tilted his head, smiling at her. “Before I go home, I want to see your pretty face one last time. See, it helps me sleep better.”

“Stahhhp…” Daisy groaned, hiding her face again. “So mean.”

Arvil chuckled, grabbed her wrists gently and pushed them out of her face. When he saw her red cheeks, he grinned, pressing a tender kiss on her forehead.

“Goodnight, Daisy,” he murmured, letting her go and standing up slowly. “Sleep well.”

Daisy’s eyes shot open with a soft gasp when he pulled her hands away and kissed her forehead. She blinked at his retreating form, eyes slightly widened in shock.

“I— Yeah. Yeah, goodnight, Arvil…” she breathed, pressing the back of her hand to her heated cheek. “Lock the front door on your way out, please.”

“I will,” Arvil called out after her, heading off to the front door. God, he was totally entranced by her, wasn’t he?

He locked the door behind him, a chuckle escaping his lips again, head shaking.

Daisy rolled onto her back and stared up at the ceiling, sleep having left her after that. Arvil Davis… What an absolute tease he was. She had never once even dreamed of meeting him, much less being engaged to the man. And then she was going to be married to him, even if it was only for long enough to convince her parents that they meant it. And even though they didn’t really love each other…

It would be okay, though. He had promised to make this wedding the wedding of her dreams. Anything she wanted, she could have. He at least cared for her that much. And that was all she could ask for.

[TIME SKIP: A FEW DAYS]

Today, Arvil and Daisy were supposed to be testing cakes. Arvil was okay with whatever cake they got—he liked all flavors. Ice cream cakes were his favorite, but that was another story. Daisy was supposed to drop by his office before they left together, and she would be coming anytime soon.

Now, there was a slight problem…

“Whoa, you killed it already!” a little boy exclaimed, slapping his small hands on the table, a wide grin on his features. He swung his tiny legs before he looked up, soft black hair framing his forehead, black eyes wide with wonder. “Uncle, you’re awesome!”

Arvil chuckled, kissing the top of his nephew’s head. “You wanna have a go, little man?”

The mini version of him merely gasped and grabbed the keyboard, engaging into a battle with the same low-level boss he had fought against.

Daisy had dressed up a bit for the occasion, putting on a flowing, light pink dress and twisting her hair into a half-up bun. She even switched out her glasses for contacts, though she hoped it wasn’t a bad idea. She rarely ever wore contacts, and she might fall asleep with them in if she forgot she was wearing them.

Nevertheless, she was confident as she made her way into the building Avril worked in, smiling at employees on her way up. Once she reached Arvil’s door, she knocked and listened for his voice. Along with it, she was surprised to hear a smaller voice. Like… like that of a child…

Who was with her fiancé?

(The dress: https://pin.it/rqwp6racj6g4fz )

“All right, Cam, you got it,” Arvil encouraged his nephew when he was interrupted by a knock on the door. He blinked before a smile made its way to his lips. The little boy, having lost the round, pouted and looked up at her uncle.

“Come on in,” he called, his arms tightening around the boy.

Daisy stepped into the room and immediately saw the little boy in Arvil’s arms. She blinked, tilting her head curiously.

“Arvil? Who’s this…?” she asked as she took a step closer. As far as she knew, the man didn’t have any children. He would have told her if he did… Wouldn’t he?

Arvil suddenly had a mischievous thought. His nephew was an exact copy of him, which gave him a rather fun idea.

“Hello, Daisy Darling,” he greeted her, standing up with the boy in his arms. “Meet Cameron, your future stepson.”

Daisy blinked slowly, looking between the boy and her fiancé. “Funny. Now who is he really?” she drawled, crossing her arms. “Because you would have told me if you had a son, and I’m sure that I would have seen him in the time that we were together. And I’m sure there would have at least been pictures of him around. And it would have been in the news. None of which have I noticed.”

“Okay, first of all, why would I have an illegitimate son running around on the news?” Arvil quirked an eyebrow, though he was satisfied with his future wife. And Cameron was being a good little child, keeping quiet as he looked between him and Daisy. “And I was simply waiting for the right time to bring it up. And you’ve never been to my house, so… no pictures. Besides, do you see any picture frames around of my family, darling?”

Daisy’s eyes narrowed as her nostrils flared a bit, her arms crossing to hide the slight shaking. He was messing with her. That was all. He was just playing with her because he knew he could. And he probably wondered if it made her jealous of the woman who he would have had to have been with. It didn’t. Not at all. The thought was definitely not turning over and over in her mind. Not at all…

“Arvil…” she breathed, meeting his eyes. Her own had any emotions carefully concealed, hiding what she truly thought or felt from him. “Not. Funny.”

Arvil felt a little disappointed at the lack of emotions on her features. Did she really not care? The fact that he could have a son… with a woman who wasn’t her—did she not care? At all?

“Look between him and me,” Arvil continued calmly. “Don’t we look nearly identical? He has my eyes, too. Doesn’t he?”

“Who is he?” Daisy choked out again, her grip on her arms tightening. Pale spots grew where her fingers dug into her arms, her nails biting into her skin. “Arvil… I’m serious. If you don’t tell me the truth, I will go home, and we will have to reschedule the tasting for a day when you haven’t managed to piss me off.”

Arvil winced. Damn it. Had he taken it too far? She was getting angry now, and that wasn’t… that wasn’t how it was supposed to go.

“Okay, I’m sorry,” Arvil immediately apologized, not wanting her to stop talking to him. “He’s my sister’s son. My nephew. Just—don’t leave. I’m sorry.”

Daisy nodded, looking away and digging the heels of her hands into her eyes. “Good… Good, thank you,” she breathed as she leaned against the wall. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have responded like that, but— You can’t do that. You cannot spring something like that on someone. Especially not when we are supposed to get married soon. I can’t— I’m not ready for that. Not yet. Please don’t do something like that again.”

Arvil sighed, kissing the top of Cameron’s head and murmuring something in his ear before he set him on the desk. He walked over to Daisy next and gently wrapped his hands around her wrists.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, giving her a gentle squeeze. “I didn’t think you’d react like that. I won’t joke like that again. I promise.”