Chapter 153: Fingers Crossed
Chapter 153: Fingers Crossed
“Don’t think you can escape from meeting my parents either. My mom wants to meet you too.” Katherine stiffened.
“Yeah, she asked Stephen to take a picture of me. He asked for my permission, so don’t worry.” Cage groaned.
“Oh god, I am so sorry. She is really involved in our lives. But don’t worry, my mom has a soft spot for you because you love me… and I love you.”
“And you’ve already had this conversation. I hear she can be really scary. Should I be afraid of her?” she asked. Cage shook his head.
“She does everything to keep Dad and me in line, but in reality, she is a real softie. You will love her.” He took another forkful and put it into his mouth. How does he look so good eating spaghetti? Or maybe she was biased.
“Did she know that the relationship with Keira was fake?” That seemed like a safe question to ask.
“Uh, she did know, but I don’t think she believed it.” He chuckled. “She still asks me about Keira. Dinners are colorful, too. You know, my mom doesn’t really swear, so she comes up with funny alternatives to curse words and screams them at the top of her lungs.”
His eyes glittered as he spoke about his mom.
“Looking at how dirty you can talk, you didn’t learn from her,” Katherine teased. Cage smirked and turned to her with a sly expression.
“Of course. I don’t show her this side of me… and if I did, that would be illegal.” His brows scrunched up as he made an expression of disgust. “She would wash my mouth with soap if I ever slipped up in front of her.” He shuddered to drive the point home.
“Good thing you are an actor and have excellent restraint.” She pouted.
“Is that a complaint I hear?” Cage teased.
“Any way… Did your mother like her… Keira, I mean?” she amended. He shook his head.
“She supported me in her own way, but she was upset that I was associated with that woman. But she pretended to be okay with it until recently. Now she hates him. I don’t think she even watched my movie because she was in it.” Katherine couldn’t help but laugh. She had to give it to Keira… even though Katherine hated her for what she did to Cage, she had to thank her for pushing Cage to her. It was harsh to say, but if Keira hadn’t been a pain in the ass, the course of their relationship might have been very different.
She would like to think that they would have ended up together at every turn, but who knows… the universe worked in a weird way.
“In all truth, I hate her too. So, I have something in common with your mother.” Cage snorted.
“Well, you two will get along just fine. Both of you love me and share a hatred towards Keira Higgins. I can’t see how you two won’t be civil.” He grinned.
“Okay, let’s not think about meeting the parents just yet. We’ll figure that out at some point. First, let’s enjoy our time together.”
Yes, now she had to think about all the ways they could spend their time together.
Okay, she needed to think of things that were not sex. But it would be really hard. ‘If you get my drift,’ she thought to herself.
“Oh, tell me about your father,” she asked him, trying to distract herself from the train of thought she was going under.
“My father is a very happy go lucky sort of a person. He is a composer by profession as you already know and he often directs for classical music concerts. As such, he is nothing like the usual solitary genius image that we have of someone in his profession. He likes to throw house parties and if you don’t find him in bed at night, he is probably in front of the television watching sports or those wedding dress choosing shows.”
Katherine almost choked on her food. She was gasping, trying to hold back her laugh.
“He has the most epic dad jokes, but beware, it shouldn’t be my mother who you worry about… the planning of parties, weddings of every relative I have? My dad did it. He loves planning these things. He has a maniacal look in his eyes every time the holidays arrive.”
“I am not much of a party or celebration sort of a person. So… I will try to hide in a corner.”
“He’ll love you, too,” he reassured her.
“I hope so. I have my fingers crossed.” She sighed. Putting her plate aside, she cuddled into Cage’s side and tried to watch the movie. She noticed that he was a slow eater. No, not because he was talking to her, but in general. Another thing to know about Cage: he eats slowly and in measured quantities. He needed to watch his figure, so she understood.
She wouldn’t mind if he let go a bit, but his job demanded it, so she would support him. She thought about it for a minute and came to the conclusion that she would also follow his diet… to some degree. That was what a supportive girlfriend would do.
He finally ate the last bit of food and then put his plate down. Now that his hand was free, he kept it around her.
“We just wasted electricity. We never did watch the movie,” Katherine sighed as she moved forward to take the plates. Cage got up with her and beat her to it.
“I’ll be doing the dishes,” he told her and despite her protests, kept the plates high over her head and made his way to the kitchen. She followed slowly, a smile spreading across her lips when she saw him humming and washing the plates.
“You do know that you could throw the containers away, right?” Katherine suggested, leaning against the frame of the entrance. He chuckled and looked at her from over his shoulders.