"I'm a little jealous of you. Your father loves you very much."
Maridona lightly flinched at what Jacoben said. She almost spilled a few drops of coffee from the cup she was holding. They are having breakfast in their garden while waiting for her father to call them.
She put the cup of coffee on the table in front, turning to her boyfriend, seemingly confused. "I'm sorry?"
"I think you have a perfect family," Jacoben mused. "I would love to be a part of you. I hope they like me too when I formally introduce myself later."
Maridona felt a prick in her heart. If only Jacoben knew, he would not say those words so easily.
She gave him a soft smile. "Of course, they will like you. There's nothing to hate about you, Jacoben. As a matter of fact, I always tell them about you, so they weren't surprised when I revealed the other day that we were already in a relationship. So don't be nervous. "
Jacoben exhaled loudly. "I'm still nervous."
