Kiada, Blood Servant System Reborn - Chapter 143

“I came up here to spend some time with your father to get to know him better, and he offered to forge me a new sword!” Lesha said and then kissed my cheek.

“And I asked her if she wanted to help! Ha! Guess what? She wanted to! A girl, and not even one of my own four children! Could you imagine that?!” My father dramatized, and I rolled my eyes but then let out a horrible squawking noise.

Lesha had started to attack my side, and I almost burned Platelets for protection from the witch.

“Don’t roll your eyes at your father! I can’t believe you five! I would have killed for my father to have asked me to spend time with him or offer me training!” Lesha said with a serious face, and I held my eyes fiercely tight in my skull.

Lesha’s parents had accepted her, but they didn’t like me at first, and they always told her that she could do better. That all changed after the accident, and I soon became their second daughter after I left home, started working, and moved in with them to help take care of Lesha.

She wasn’t wrong, and I really should have spent more time with James, but hindsight was always twenty-twenty. I would work on that, and we didn’t need to rush out for a walk.

“Okay, I will help, but after I asked Liena to pack us up a basket to take on a walk. So, once we are done here, I would like to take you for a… date? I guess that’s what it’s called,” I said, sounding far more awkward than I had intended, but Lesha lit up like the sun.

“Really?! You planned a picnic just for us? All on your own?” Lesha asked as she grabbed me in a hug, and I sighed.

“Healia suggested it, so it really wasn’t my idea,” I said as she let go of me, but Lesha shook her head at me.

“It’s okay, Baby. You might have not thought of it, but you agreed to it and put the plan into action; that’s what matters! Yes, Baby, I really do want to go for a picnic with you! It’s been so long since the two of us have had a real date! Remember when you used to take me to that little cute bar Stephens Ave?” Lesha asked me, and then the question cut right into my heart and old memories.

The place had closed down just before this had all happened, and the owner had given us a special table at the back and apologized to us profusely. I can remember it like yesterday because that was the day that I had proposed to her.

We had never gotten married because of what happened after, but I will never forget that night.

Marco, the owner, had taken us to a table in the back that wasn’t accessible by wheelchair, and he had even had wooden ramps built for us. I could have carried Lesha up, but we had been coming to La France since we were sixteen, and we came every two weeks like clockwork.

After we were seated, I noticed there were no other people in the place, and I asked Marco where the patrons were. I had already found it strange that he was the one to seat us; Marco came out every time we ate there, but usually just before and after our meals.

“Tonight is a special night, so we had everyone cleared out for your seven o clock standard reservation. I regret to inform you that tonight is our last night of being open. We only got the news of a company buying this entire building, so I wanted to plan something nice for my two favorite girls!” Marco had told us.

That was when they brought out a bottle of the cheap Moscato, Viniq that we both loved so much, and then went in the back. I had been carrying around the ring that I gave her for over three months, waiting for a perfect moment.

We had been served a grand meal, and the service that we received was out of this world. Just before we had finished, I covertly handed Marco the box that had the ring, and he had gone to the back with it.

I had no idea what he was going to do, but after how perfectly amazing the night had been for us, I felt like it wouldn’t matter; the night was already perfect. I was wrong, and it seemed that Marco knew me better than I did because he had called Lesha’s parents ahead of time.

I had told Marco after I had gotten the ring while I was paying for our meal, but I had never expected him to remember. All the staff and Lesha’s parents had both come out, and Marco had slipped the box back into my hand.

“Kiada, you have been almost like a second child to us, and the effort that you give every day for our little girl is more than we could have ever asked for her,” Lesha’s mother had said.

“Yes, we are both thankful for you to be in our daughter’s life, and we fully support you both!” Lesha’s father had said, clamping a hand on my shoulder. “Having you around has almost been like having the son that I never had!”

“Baby? What is going on? Why are you crying?” Lesha had asked as the tears of joy poured down my face.

Everyone backed up from me, and I went down on one knee in front of her, and Lesha burst into tears. I remember having to force each word out; we had been through so much together, but this was really just me saying that I was ready to keep going, but it was so much more to us.

“I’m sorry, Baby! I didn’t mean to bring up painful memories!” Lesha said, putting a hand to my cheek as I opened my glassy eyes, but I grabbed it and pushed it into my face, and then kissed it.

“No, I just remembered that special moment,” I said to her, and her eyes went big.