The Mafia's Nanny (SPG)
“Hmm? How ‘bout we go out for a date? It’s still eight in the evening.”
We were almost home, but I stopped dead in my tracks, frowning up at him. He was grinning down at me.
“Can you please speak Tagalog? Your English is giving me a headache!” I complained—though it was more of a plea.
Gosh, my brain can’t handle this English talk right after we just reunited. I feel like my head’s about to explode.
“Oh, sorry. I’ll try—I mean, I'll try my very best, my love.”