Randy's eyes dipped as he went silent, as though deep in contemplation.
Josh was conversely anxious. "That's right. Grandpa really likes us, so I'm sure he would be
more than happy to learn that we are his grandson's children."
"Does that mean we can't call him Grandpa anymore? Venus asked.
"Seems like it, " Josh said while he tilted his head. "The kindergarten books mentioned that
Daddy's grandpa is called great-grandfather."
"Ah, are we to address Grandpa as Great-Grandpa then?" Venus's eyes widened in curiosity.
"That doesn't have the same ring to it."
"Yeah, it doesn't." Josh was all business when he expounded upon that, "Grandpa's Daddy's
Grandpa, not ours…"
"Oh." Venus nodded, unsure as to whether she actually understood.
"Is there anything else you would like to know?" Zayn asked Randy.
"Would you be marrying Mommy?" the boy asked as he raised his head.
"Of course I will, " Zayn replied without hesitancy. "I'll start preparation as soon as
Grandpa comes to."
"Hooray!" Venus cheered with her hands raised high. "I want to be the flower girl."
"Me too, me too." Josh chimed in. "I want to invite my friends from kindergarten to attend
Daddy and Mommy's wedding."
"That's wonderful. I'd like to extend invitations to some of our old neighbors, " Mrs. Borah
spoke excitedly. "And a few of Mr. Wigston's former bodyguards who had taken care of us, as
well as Fergie and the others…"
"No problem. We'll invite all of them." Josh thumped upon his own chest. "Let me make the
arrangements."
"Me too. I want to invite a few friends too…" Venus added as she did not want to be left out.
"There's Miss Loka and Miss Jebay…"
"Yes, that's right. And my Miss Willia too…"
The children went back and forth to no end as they fervently started getting into details
about the wedding already.
Mrs. Borah uninhibitedly partook in it. Even the dozing Dori had been jolted to wakefulness.
"Me too. Me too."
That put a smile on Carla's face. She extended her hands towards Randy when she saw
the boy looking worrisome. "Come here, you!"
Randy slid off the couch and approached.
Carla pulled him into her embrace and kissed his forehead. "Do you have any other
concerns, Randy?"
"Go ahead and speak your mind." Zayn looked upon him with gentle eyes.
Randy took a moment to think. "Marriage seems like a complicated affair. Marriage into a
wealthy family, even more so. There are some things that I don't understand and cannot
predict, so I keep having this feeling that things won't go swimmingly… Should you
encounter any difficulty, would you give up on Mommy and on us?"
"I won't." Zayn ran his fingers through the boy's slight wavy curls. "There's no quitting in
my books! Come what may, I'll let nothing stand in my way."
Randy's eyes sparkled. Such awe-inspiring confidence really resonated with him. That had
him nodding furiously. "Yes, I believe you!"
"Let's shake on it." Zayn had learned how to communicate with children. He heard that to
them, a pinky promise held the same validity as a legal agreement.
Randy immediately linked fingers with him. "Pinky, pinky, a hundred years to test. Whoever
turns is a bastard's ass!"
"I want to do it too." Venus ran over to join in when she saw Zayn and Randy at it. "I want a
thumb seal!"
"Me too…" Josh limped over as well.
"Done!" Zayn did the pinky promise sealed with their thumbs and swore to marry
Carla against all odds and give them all a blissful and warm place to call home.
The sight of this family of five reduced Mrs. Borah to a sobbing mess. In her heart, she
thought: Miss has finally found herself a good man she could lean on, Mr. Wigston. You can
finally rest easy now.
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