~Kari’s POV~
My eyes fluttered open as rays of sunshine hit my face through the blinds of my window. I felt Tony’s arms embracing me. I tried to squirm out of his arms but he grunted and tightened his grip. I turned to look at him and saw that he was smiling in his sleep. I tried to get up again, but he pulled me back down. At first, I thought it was an accident in his sleep, but then I heard his stomach grumbling. What a fail.
“Let me get up to go make food.”
“No.” he said still not letting me go.
“Why not?”
“ Because I’m comfy.”
“Too bad. Snuggle with this bear while I’m making food.” I said as I got up and threw the bear at him. I didn’t even know where that bear had come from. I walked downstairs and looked through the fridge for something to make. I began to cook when I heard Tony come down the stairs. He helped me make the food as we had a small food fight. We were almost done eating when I heard my phone vibrate from the counter and walked over to it. It was my dad calling. I got a bit nervous. I didn’t want to tell him about past events that had happened since he had left.
“Hola papa.” I greeted him. Tony looked over to me when he heard that I was talking to my dad.
“Hi. I just called to let you know that I will be back in about a week or so. My uncle hasn’t made much improvement but hopefully with new medications, he will get better. How is everything over there?”
“Oh everything has gone great.” I nervously lied. Tony gave me a confused look and raised his hands in a way that was asking me why I didn’t tell him what had happened. I told him to keep quiet while I talked.
“Oh good. Anything new happen? Have you and Tony fought?”
“Nope nothing new. And Tony and I haven’t fought.”
“Oh well that’s good to hear. Listen, I have to go but I’ll call you later. Bye.”
“Bye.” I said as I ended the call.
As soon as I hung up Tony immediately asked me “Why didn’t you tell him?!”
“Because he has enough things to worry about and I don’t want to be one of them.”
“Well I’m pretty sure that if my daughter was kidnapped, I would want to know. And don’t you think he’ll worry more when he finds out when he comes back home?”
“He’s not going to worry.”
“How can you be so sure?”
“Because he’s not going to find out. Anyways, he said that he’ll be back in about a week.”
“Ughh fine. And what do you want to do for a week?”
“Whatever we want to do.” I said as I finished up my food and headed upstairs to shower.