CHAPTER 47: I LOVE YOU

NATASHA

All night long, Michael held me in his arms while I stayed wide awake until three in the morning.

My mind kept replaying what had just happened.

My dad, Pierce Kaufman, wasn't my biological father? And the man from the bar...

"You're so quiet," Michael noticed. He glanced at me for a second before returning his focus on the road. "I know something's bothering you. Maybe I can help."

Diverting my gaze from looking outside the window, I reached for his ear and played with it using my fingers. "What do you think about... family?" I suddenly asked.

"Family?" He repeated with a hint of a chuckle. "The basic unit of society? That's too general, baby. Can you be more specific?"

I shook my head. If I ask something about what I just figured out, it'll be too obvious. "Are you happy?" Changing the topic, I waited for his answer. "With me, I mean."

"It would be an understatement if I say that I am happy with you," he replied and caught my hand, resting it on his thigh, just an inch away