BPOV
"Umm... Dad wants to throw a bash... He's dying with excitement that he's gonna be a grandpa. What do you say? Should I tell him 'Yes'?" I asked him.
"What do you want?" he asked.
"I don't know... You won't mind if I tell him a 'Yes'?"
"Look Isabella..." he smiled, "I thought I was clear about this. It's you who matters to me. Whatever you say, I'm just gonna follow it."
"I love you." I put my arms around his shoulder, "Alright then. I'll tell him that we're ready for this. I want to forget everything. I don't want to keep any ill-will in my heart."
"As you wish." he smiled as he put his lips on mine.
A/N: Yes, it's flashback.
