Chapter 4

"We want a grandchild as soon as possible, Brooke," his mother said. Nagkatinginan kaming dalawa pero nag-iwasan lang din ng tingin. This is awkward. Really awkward.

Are they expecting me to have kids with a... stranger? I barely even know him! Bukod sa pangalan niya at sa kaalamang gago siya, wala na 'kong alam sa kanya!

"Happy honeymoon!" Our parents said before driving away. We were left alone. We were in one of their rest house to celebrate our 'honeymoon'.

We were silent when he walked to the sofa and laid down, "Happy honeymoon... Yeah, right," he scoffed.

I rolled my eyes before walking to the kitchen to check the fridge. I saw a can of soda so I took it before drinking it. The kitchen was complete with cooking utensils and appliances so I decided to bake chocolate chip cookies. I was planning to have midnight snacks later.

I tied my hair to a bun before getting the materials and ingredients I'll need.

When I went back to the living room, I saw Brooke seating on the sofa now. I thought he slept.

I decided to take a swim while waiting for my dough to chill for an hour, so I went to my room and got into my swim suit. I wore a two piece black bikini. Tinanggal ko na rin ang pagkakatali ng buhok ko.

I saw how Brooke surveyed my body while I walked past him to the swimming pool. I dove to the pool after dropping my towel.

I was in the middle of swimming when Brooke went out. He was only wearing board shorts. He had a great body. I immediately averted my gaze when I had a full view of how manly his body was. He dived into the pool. He swam a few laps before he went near me.

"What were you thinking of and you decided to swim at this hour?" he asked.

"What were you thinking?" I retorted back.

"I asked the question first, woman. Answer me," he said.

"I'm waiting for my cookies," I said.

"Is that what you were doing in the kitchen earlier?" He asked.

"Yes," I answered. We were silent when he suddenly spoke.

"I never imagined myself in this kind of honeymoon, if we could even call this a honeymoon," he said.

"Same here," I played with the water.

He stared at me, "You never pictured yourself marrying a man you don't even know, did you?"

I met his gaze, "No. Just like other women, and as cliché as it may sound, I wanted to marry a man who loves me. Like some stupid old fairytale." I pushed my tongue against my cheek, "What are we going to do now? They want to have a grandchild. How are we supposed to do that?" I asked. I mean, I don't want to do it because we knew that we both don't want to do it. He never wanted to have something that would tie him with me to begin with.

"They want to have grandchildren? Well?" He raised a brow.

"What?"

"We wouldn't have a choice, might as well do it," before I could even say something, he held my waist, pulling me closer to him and he kissed me like he owned me.

His kisses were gentle, warm, and intoxicating. It was giving me a whole new different feeling.

Before I even realized it, I was already lost and just found myself kissing him back.

He withdrew his body on top of me and settled beside me.

"Never thought that sex feels that way," I said.

"Yeah?" He chuckled. "Tell me about it," he was panting slightly.

"I never dated anyone..." I started, "You know? Princess Jasmine vibe?" We both chuckled, "I thought dating was a waste of time. If someone was destined for me, then time will come for that. Guess it'll never happen, for you, maybe it will. But not for me," I nibbled my lower lip.

"So you never gone this far with other guys?" He asked.

"Seriously?" I hissed. "I just told you that I never dated anyone and you're seriously asking that?"

He chuckled, "Chill. So... That was your first kiss?"

"Huh?"

"Huh?" He mocked me, "You know, earlier. At the wedding," he said and I looked away. I felt a little cold so I covered myself with the comforter.

"I'll take that as a yes," he said.

"Okay, that was my first kiss. I had a suitor before--- lots of them, actually--- but I only let one to court me."

"Wow," he smiled sarcastically.

"Whatever," I rolled my eyes before standing up to take a shower.

"Where are you going?"

"Shower," I answered.

I went to my room and took a cold shower. I didn't go back to where he was and just went straight to bed.

After a week, we had to fly back to the Philippines. My parents needed to do something for the company and same with his. I was surprised that my things were already moved to another house. We were already informed that we'll be living in the same roof, so I guess they already settled everything before they told us.

"Wow," I said as I roamed my eyes around the living room. The house was radiating with a refreshing atmosphere. The designs and furniture were beautiful.

"Nice house," he said.

It was a nice house, alright. I roamed around. There was a swimming pool outside and there's a veranda, too. There's also a mini bar just beside the pool, inside the veranda. The house has 4 rooms, a master bedroom and three other rooms.

"Hey," I turned around when Brooke approached me, "Lunch?"

Marunong siyang magluto? "Yes, please." Good thing I married someone who knows how to cook. Yay!

The house was complete with supplies and stuff. Foods, utensils, furniture, all of them were already in.

I sat in the dining room and waited for him to serve the food but it never came. Where'd he go?

"Uh," he looked like he was embarrassed by something, "I don't know how to cook," he said and I blinked my eyes for a few times.

"What?"

He looked away, "I don't know how to cook," he said.

He... doesn't know how to cook. Great. And here I thought I was lucky marrying someone who knows how to cook. Just great!

I subtly sighed, "Come with me."

We went to the kitchen and I leaned on the counter top. I smiled sarcastically at him, "What do you want for lunch, signor?"

"Ahm..." He looked up, thinking, "Omelettes?" He answered and my brow raised. Omelettes? For lunch? Well, that's peculiar.

"You must like Omelettes, huh? How 'bout chicken-pork adobo?" I asked.

"Yeah, sure," he said. "I'd love that."

"Okay," I fixed my sleeve. I was wearing a long sleeved dress so I fixed it. "You cook the rice," I ordered him.

"Uh... How?"

I gaped at him, "How old are you? Huh? How old are you?" I asked.

"27?" He answered with a questioning tone.

"Yeah? You're 27 years old and you don't know how to cook a freaking rice?! Really?!"

"What do you want me to do?" He hissed. "Kitchen and Brooke is not really a good combination. Uh-uh! I'm not friends with the kitchen, woman. Last time I remember myself cooking, I almost burned our mansion."

Oh, god. This man is a disaster!

Forget it! I think it'll be me who'll get a divorce first! Argh!

"Move," I pushed him and cooked the rice myself. "Just chop some ingredients for me," I faced him, "And don't even think of saying that you don't know how to chop or I'll really bury all of the kitchen knives deep in your throat," I threatened.

"Okay, okay, geez," he said, surrendering.

He took a knife and I gave him what he needed to chop. And the idiot could barely even cut it right.

"Aww," I sat in front of him, "This feels like watching a baby make his first steps," I insulted, "I thought you offered me lunch but it was the other way around, huh? You wanted me to offer you lunch because you don't know how to freaking cook. I even thought that it was sweet--- well, until you said that you don't know how to cook," I sighed. Pretty pathetic.

He glared at me, "A tleast I'm helping," he said.

"You should," I said. "You need to learn how to cook one of these days," I said.

When he finished slicing the seasonings, I gave him the meat. "Slice."

"This big?" He asked, showing me a sliced meat na kasing laki siguro ng palad niya.

"No, smaller," I replied.

I preheated the pan before turning my attention back to him. "Not that small, genius!" I hissed. Ginawa niyang giniling ang karne! Jusko, di pa ba nakakain ng adobo ang lalakeng 'to?!

He laughed, not minding me. I taught him how to cut it right and I was relieved when he did it right this time. He was even chuckling because of my reactions. He's enjoying this.

I subtly massaged my temple.

Maaga akong tatanda dahil sa lalakeng 'to.

Ugh.