Last chapter before the epilogue. Yay for the foreign languages I randomly placed in here...
Spanish, Greek, french, and English...
Chapter 8
*You are now Mal Fallon*
"What do you want for dinner, honey?" I called out to Natara, who was sitting on the couch watching television when I got home from work.
"Uhm, take-out Chinese? We haven't had that for a while!" Her voice rang out from the living room.
"All righty then! That sounds good, what do you-" I instantly stopped talking when I realized what just happened. Making sure I wasn't going crazy, I stepped into the living room. "Nat?" I asked slowly.
"Yes?" she replied without taking her eyes off the television screen.
"Did you just… You are…" I kept on blabbering like an idiot, my mind in shock.
"Speak? Talk? Hablo? Parle? Tala? Yeah, I did." She states matter-of-factly, followed by a light laugh.
I was speechless. So instead of responding back, I simply ran over to her and hugged her, forgetting about her still standing injuries momentarily. Well at least until she spoke up.
"Uhm, ouch?" She winced slightly in pain.
"Oh my gosh, I am so sorry! But I am so so so happy right now!"
"So I've noticed. Anyway, about the Chinese take-out?"
"Yes! Yes, let's go and get Chinese take-out! Anything for you! Come on! Let's go." I exclaim, so excited I must've looked like a child after Halloween.
"Calm down or I'll put you on a leash." Nat threatens, but smiles while saying it. I give her a toothy grin before heading over to the key rack and grabbing the car keys.