Chapter Twenty Three
I let myself into my mum and dad’s house, I had called mum to let her know me and Wyatt were coming around earlier in the week and I think I needed a new ear drum after she screamed down the phone at me.
“Mum!” I shouted, kicking my shoes off. My mum and dad were the most amazing people in my life. They accepted me completely as who I was and never questioned any of my life’s decisions.
“In the conservatory!” I heard her voice.
“Wow, a conservatory you know.” Wyatt chuckled behind me. I rolled my eyes, dragging him through my parent’s house. They had retired now, but both served in the British military and spent most of their days in this fucking conservatory. I poked my head into the huge space, it overlooked my parents garden which honestly looked like a field. My mum was sitting in her favourite chair, paper in her hands. I looked like her the most I think, the same dark green eyes and brown skin. My dad was the complete opposite, dark skin and eyes. He was super short as well, which we always teased him about. He looked half asleep on the sofa opposite mum.
“Hello!” I sang and my mum threw her paper to the side, standing up.
“Baby!” She shouted coming over to us, I put my hands out as she pushed me out the way.
“Excuse me?!” I shouted, looking at my dad who was laughing his head off.
“You must be Wyatt!” Mum shouted, pulling him into the room.
“Hi,” he said shyly.
“I’m Grace and this is my husband Melvin,” my mum beamed and dad shook Wyatt’s hand.
“Nice to meet you,” he said as I looked up at him. He wasn’t doing too bad for my shy baby.
“Gabrielle make some tea. Wyatt, sit, sit,” Mum said, dragging him onto the sofa.
“Yes mother,” I rolled my eyes going into the kitchen. I made tea, knowing my mum could talk for Britain so there was no danger of awkward silences. I balanced the tray in my hand, going back into the conservatory.
“Tea!” I shouted, putting it onto the coffee table. Wyatt looked up at me and his smile settled my nerves for him. I sat on the floor crossed legged as my mum passed Wyatt his tea.
“You didn’t tell me Wyatt owns his own business!” Mum cried and I rolled my eyes.
“I didn’t, no,” I chuckled.
“So what’s the plan with you two then?” My dad asked, pretending he was traditional. I went to talk and Wyatt jumped in.
“Actually, that’s why we’re here,” his voice was quiet and my heart skipped a beat.
“Oh,” dad said, picking up his tea. His face looked concerned and my mum flew her face from Wyatt to me. I couldn’t help myself and started chuckling.
“I wanted to ask,” Wyatt started, his face showing his shyness now. “Obviously it’s up to Gabby anyway and she’s agreed but I wanted to ask you both if we possibly could get married?” Wyatt asked and I moved my head to my mum.
“Oh my god!” She screamed, nearly throwing her tea everywhere.
“Mum, chill!” I laughed, being dragged up. She threw her arms around me and I could feel her chest shaking. “Are you crying?” I asked her, moving back.
“Do you know how long I’ve waited for this?” She asked, wiping her tears. “For you to finally settle down?” My heart sank slightly, my parents knew I was a bit out there, relationship wise but I didn’t know it was something she thought about.
“I don’t, no,” I whispered.
“What do you think Gabrielle?” My dad asked me and I turned my head to him.
“I want me and Wyatt to get married. Pretty much as soon as possible.” My voice was firm and I looked over at Wyatt’s stupid grin. My dad stood up, grabbing Wyatt into a bear hug. I ignored the tear behind my eye as I looked down at my mum.
“What’s as soon as possible?” She asked, her voice a mixture of excitement and nerves.
“Like next month,” I shrugged.
“Fucking hell Gabrielle, what’s the rush?” Dad asked, laughing.
“Why wait?” I asked the room.
“We were thinking of a town hall or something but if you two would prefer a family affair then that’s fine too.” Wyatt shrugged, sitting back on the sofa.
“Whatever you two want. It’s not our wedding,” my mum beamed at me. “What about your family Wyatt?” She asked, picking her tea back up.
“My dad lives in the Philippines so maybe in the summer me and Gabby can go there but he won’t be able to come here.” He shrugged.
“Why?” I asked, I didn’t even think about it before.
“Because he’s ill babe, I told you right?” Wyatt’s brow crinkled.
“No,” I whispered.
“Oh sorry, I thought I told you. He has cancer.” Wyatt’s voice was blunt and I moved my head back, mum’s face came to mine and I knew she was already panicking. She was an absolute nightmare.
“I didn’t know that, no. He will be too ill to come here?” I asked him. Wyatt nodded, taking a sip of his tea.
“Yeah, he has chemotherapy pretty much twice a week as well so he can’t miss it.” I nodded at Wyatt, knowing we were going to speak about that later.
“What about your mother?” My dad asked.
“I don’t have a relationship with her so that’s not an issue,” Wyatt chuckled.
“Siblings?” My mum asked, jesus this poor man.
“No, just me.” Wyatt smiled and my heart broke for him.
“Before you ask, dickhead isn’t coming.” My voice was blunt to my mum. Dickhead aka my brother Nathan.
“Gabrielle! You have to! He will be so happy,” my mum rolled her eyes.
“What because I’m marrying a dude? He can go and fuck himself.”
“Jesus!” My dad shouted but luckily he was laughing. I sat down next to Wyatt on the sofa, moving my hair from my face.
“He isn’t coming,” I said bluntly, putting my head on Wyatt’s shoulder.
“So who is?” My mum laughed, still standing.
“You two,” I shrugged.
“That’s it?” My dad asked, shaking his head.
“I’m fine with that, are you?” I asked Wyatt, moving my head up.
“Fine by me. Then dinner?”
“Perfect!” I grinned, dinner then fucking all night please Wyatt.
Wyatt threw his keys on the side as we walked into his living room. Majority of my stuff was already here and I’d be giving up my flat in a few weeks.
“Why didn’t you tell me about your dad?” I suddenly asked him, taking my shoes off. Wyatt let out a breath, turning to me.
“Because I’m always talking to you about depressing shit. My dad’s okay, he has quite a high survival rate and I don’t know,” he shrugged, his eyes sad.
“Babe,” I breathed out, grabbing his shoulders. “It’s my job to listen to your depressing shit,” I giggled and he smiled down at me. “You should have told me your dad’s ill. I’m a bit pissed off, I’m not going to lie.” I tried to put my best angry face on.
“Gabby, don’t. I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.” His face looked panicked and I let out a breath, I hated that he panicked any time I was slightly pissed. I put my arms around his waist, pushing him back to the wall.
“Stop acting like I’m that cunt.” My voice was strong and he chuckled, looking down. “I’m here to share your shit. That’s what people in healthy relationships do!” I raised my eyebrows.
“You’re right. I’m sorry.” He looked down.
“Baby,” I growled and he looked up, standing up straighter. He gave me a smile but it looked fake as fuck. “Eww, I don’t want your fake arse smile,” I scoffed and Wyatt laughed, putting his head back.
“Sorry, I should have told you.” He nodded.
“You should have yes. I’m pissed I found this information out in front of my parents and I’m pissed you weren’t able to off load about this.” I poked his chest. “I expect to hear every bit of your depressing shit if I’m your wife.” I winked at him.
“Yes, you are right. I messed up.” Wyatt moved some of my hair behind my ear. “Did you want to call him?” He asked.
“Your dad?” My eyes went wide. Wyatt nodded, kissing my cheek.
“Yeah, let’s! Oh I’m nervous,” I giggled and Wyatt grabbed my hand as he walked into the bedroom.
“He is going to love you, if he answers,” Wyatt laughed, grabbing his laptop off the side.
“It’s weird I haven’t seen you ever call your dad?” I asked Wyatt.
“We don’t video call much to be honest, because of the time difference as well I usually call him before I get into work.” Wyatt spoke as he logged into his laptop. “Also I didn’t tell him I got stabbed so I’ve been avoiding him a little bit,” he whispered.
“Babe!” I shouted.
“It’s fine, he doesn’t need to know.” Wyatt waved his hand. “He removed me from Caroline once, he would be so upset and I just can’t babe.” His voice was firm and I nodded. I had learnt not to pressure Wyatt, he always did the right thing in the end.
“Better cover your bandage then,” I smirked and Wyatt stood up going into his wardrobe. I watched him put a hoodie on, lifting the hood up.
“Yeah?” He asked, staring at me.
“This is silly but yes.” I tucked it in so you couldn’t see the side of his neck. He sat back on the bed and I sat next to him, watching the circle in the middle of the screen turn.
“He should be on the computer about now, it is late there though,” Wyatt said more to himself.
“Does your dad speak English?” I asked, chewing my hand off.
“Yeah, I don’t speak Filipino so he has to,” Wyatt laughed, looking at the screen. It went blank and all of a sudden an older tanned man came up on the screen. His jaw line was strong like Wyatt’s and I could faintly see the resemblance.
“Wyatt!” He shouted and his accent made me giggle.
“Dad, are you okay?” Wyatt asked and I looked at his face, he had a massive grin.
“I’m good! I tried to call you the other day,” he said and I smiled.
“Yeah sorry, I’ve been crazy busy.” Wyatt rolled his eyes. “I want you to meet someone,” Wyatt said, his voice high.
“Oh?” His dad asked and his voice sounded excited. Wyatt pulled me closer so I was in view and I smiled, feeling panicky.
“Dad, this is Gabby, Gabby my dad Adonis,” Wyatt smiled at him and then me.
“Hi,” I waved.
“Gabby! Nice to meet you! Wyatt, this beautiful woman, your girlfriend?” He asked and I burst out laughing, my head back.
“Well, my fiancée actually dad.”
“Oh my gosh!” Adonis put his head in his hands, making me chuckle. “Fiancée? When? When did this happen?” He fired the questions at Wyatt.
“A couple of days ago,” Wyatt shrugged.
“You have to come over Gabby, I need to meet you in person.” His smile was huge and I nodded.
“I would love to,” I grinned.
“I’m happy for you Wyatt, Gabby you know about Caroline?” His voice was serious and I nodded.
“I do,” I whispered, not wanting to out Wyatt.
“Dad,” Wyatt groaned and it tickled me. “Why are we-”
“Stop.” Adonis said firmly. “I know, but I’m happy for you. After her to get this beautiful woman. Gabby, you make Wyatt happy?” His voice sounded cheeky.
“I hope so,” I smiled.
“She does. She definitely does dad.” Wyatt looked at me and I was about to explode, completely swooning.
“Then I’m happy. How’s your artwork going?” Adonis asked. I put my hand on Wyatt’s thigh, I was so proud of him and told everybody that would listen what an amazing artist he was.
“Good, the shops busy. Too busy,” Wyatt laughed.
“That makes me happy,” Adonis beamed and I was nearly fucking crying over here. “When you come here I need you to bring your tattoo stuff. I need another one.”