''Lyle?''
''Are you sure it's Lyle?'' Mrs Wilson asked. Her eyebrows were furrowed with doubt.
''Yes godmom. It's Lyle.''
''Thats great.'' That brat of mind has finally done something good. Now it won't be hard for him to marry into the Gracia's. Good good. You are indeed my son.
Mrs Gracia felt that the path to her son's love life had become much smoother.
''Don't worry. Since he can help, he will definitely help.''
''Anna...''
''Allright, don't cry now. Didn't we just get a way to get your daughter's happiness back. Why are you still crying?''
''Tha-"
''Emmy, you are making me mad now. Do we still need such formalities between us? You are really making me feel like the guest now.''
The two ladies embraced eachother, one comforting thr other when the door was pushed open. Everyone immediately wiped their faces and sat down acting as if nothing happened.
But what they saw gave them a fright.
Lyle walked in carrying Ivy like he was carrying a small child with the bag of icecream hanging from his left wrist.
''This... This... What happened to her?'' Mrs Gracia couldn't help but rush towards her daughter who was being carried.
Ivy's eyes were closed and there seems to be tear stains on her cheeks.
''Shh... Don't worry godmom. She is fine. She is just sleeping. I guess she is exhausted. I'll lay her in her bed first.''
As if his words has magic, the previously chattering scene instantly turned quite.
''Give her to me. I'll carry her.'' What can you say about a father's protectiveness about his daughter. No matter how nice the boy is, he would still find fault in him and consider him undeserving of his daughter. That's how Mr Gracia felt as well at the moment when he saw Lyle holding his baby girl.
But to his dismay, when he tried to pull Ivy into his arms, she resisted. SHE RESISTED. Instead of coming into her father's arms, she snuggled closer to Lyle making Mr Gracia feel like he wants to murder someone. Especially the boy he recognized as his godson.
On the other hand, Mrs Gracia and Mrs Wilson were ecstatic on seeing how the two looked together.
And as of yo prove their years of friendship, they even looked at eachother at the same time with the same thought written in their eyes. One look was all it took for them to understand that they were on the same page.
''Aiyo... Honey, why are you making a fuss out here. Go on. Get a couple of bowls to eat the icecream or it will melt. Go go. Fast.'' Mrs Gracia chased her husband away and turned to Lyle saying, ''Darling, please help her to her bed. Thank you.''
''No problem godmom.''
'Heh... this brat. I'm sure flowers are blooming in your heart right now.' Mr and Mrs Wilson thought looking at their son whose face was as straight as ever but only they and a certain someone who also knew what was going on saw that smile he was trying to hide.
'This brat is taking advantage of my twin.'