Chapter 20: Heavy rain

BK and Daphne turned to the window at the same time when they heard the strong wind beating against it, the one near the dining area.

One window was open, so they could hear the loud sound of the wind from inside. That was followed by the ringing of the phone from the living room. They exchanged glances.

BK stood up to answer the call. They had just started eating breakfast at that moment.

She had taken a few bites when she saw BK returning.

“Papa called. All flights, local and international, were canceled because of the incoming typhoon,” he said loudly since he wasn’t at the dining area yet.

She felt a little sad. She looked at her husband after a moment. “Did he say when the flight will be rescheduled? ”

“Don’t worry, once the weather clears up, the canceled flights will resume right away. I already called Fly Moore. They’ll get back to us with updates.”

She nodded at her husband. It really makes a difference when you have connections. But she was honestly feeling down. She was disappointed.

She didn’t finish the food on her plate. She lost her appetite because of the news. BK glanced at her.

“Didn’t you like the food I made?” he asked.

“It tastes good. I just lost my appetite,” she admitted.

She felt like something was blocking her happiness. Just when she was about to leave, this damn typhoon came.

“I’ll do the dishes after you. I’ll just go to the room for a bit.” She stood up and placed her plate in the sink. She glanced at the window when she heard the rain start to fall, large drops visible through the glass. It was gradually getting heavier.

She closed the sliding door that connected the living room and garden. Rain was splashing in. She also pulled down the curtains before heading upstairs.

She looked sadly at her packed suitcase. She had been so excited, only for the trip to get canceled.

She flopped onto the bed, lying face down. She was truly heartbroken. She understood. It was dangerous weather, but she still felt sad. The excitement she felt earlier had vanished.

She was deep in thought when her bedroom door opened. It was probably BK. She felt the bed shift to her left after a moment.

“Hey,” she heard BK say. He clearly knew she was feeling sad.

She turned to her left and looked up at him.

“I’m okay, BK. Don’t worry about me.” She buried her face back into the bed.

“You’re not okay. What can I do to help you feel better?” he asked.

She glanced at him again.

“Stop worrying. I’m just upset because I didn’t get to go, that’s all. So don’t worry about it.”

He didn’t say anything right away, and she buried her face in the bed again. She heard him sigh. He watched her for a while.

“Wanna go play in the rain?” he asked eventually.

She paused. Does he bathe in the rain? He came from a rich family, so it was so hard to believe.

She sat up and faced him.

“Have you ever bathed in the rain?” she asked him.

He smiled at her. “Yeah. But not for long. Mom didn’t like it. You know, I’m the youngest.”

True. She’s even caught his mom trying to spoon-feed BK when he was being affectionate.

“Ah, okay.”

“So, what? Are you in?”

She smiled at her husband. “I’m in!” she said.

BK turned away from her but stayed seated.

She was about to stand when he slapped his back after glancing at her. She raised her brow, confused.

She didn’t move when he turned away again.

“Hop on my back.” He looked at her again and tapped his back once more.

Now she understood. “No way! I’m heavy, BK!”

“No, you’re not! Come on, hurry up!”

“I really am heavy!” she insisted.

“What do you think your husband is, weak? No matter how heavy you are, I got you. Let’s go!” He adjusted his seat again.

She stared at his broad back. “You sure?”

“Yes, ma’am,” he said, which made her smile. He was suddenly being so polite!

“Alright, if you say so!” she replied, scooting closer to him and parting her legs. She wrapped them around his waist and held onto his neck.

She took in his scent and gently pressed her lips together. He smelled so good, so manly.

“All set?” he asked.

“Y-yes,” she replied, inhaling his scent again.

As soon as she said it, he stood up. She heard him grunt as he did.

“You’re quite heavy.” He laughed, so she slapped his arm. She knew he was teasing.

“Told you!”

“I was just joking.”

“Sure?” she asked.

“Yes, baby.”

She rested her chin on his shoulder and looked at him. She really liked hearing that endearment. It made her feel giddy.

“Baby, open it.”

“Huh?” she said, confused. She was too focused on his face and the way he called her.

“The door, Daph!” he nudged her.

“Oh! Wait.” She grabbed the doorknob and pulled it open.

BK laughed as he stepped outside with her still on his back.

She didn’t know what BK was up to, but she liked it, so she just went along. She wanted to enjoy herself.

BK tightened his grip on her legs as they went down the stairs. She wanted to get down. She was scared of heights, but he wouldn’t let her. He pinched her thigh when she said she wanted to go down. Meaning, he didn’t want her to, so he gave her a little pinch. She was wearing shorts, so it hit her bare skin directly.

She held tighter around BK’s neck when she felt the cold wind caused by the typhoon.

“Can you handle the cold?” her husband asked, turning to her.

“I can,” she said.

It was still early, so it was really chilly. BK stepped out of the house.

She gasped when the rain hit her. She couldn’t help but shut her eyes as the big raindrops fell. The heavy rain soaked them in no time.