It'll Come Naturally

The spectacular sunset was always followed by the twilight just around the corner.
Holding hands with Daisy and Justin, Edward walked out of his office. Everyone was just getting off work, and they stopped and
stared. They didn't dare come any closer than that.
Daisy was used to attention, conducting meetings in the military. But with Edward it was a different story. Their gaze made her
nervous, but she didn't know why.
Feeling her hand tense up, Edward turned to look at her and found her pretty face as calm as usual in spite of her sweating
hand. She took pride in her stoicism as a soldier.
Edward nodded to the employees who greeted him. He walked out FX International Group confidently, leaving his co-workers to
talk and gossip.
"Daddy, can we have Western food tonight?" Justin looked at his father, waiting for an answer. Out of all the meals they could
have chosen, Western food was the most romantic.
But it reminded Edward of what Belinda had ordered at noon. He lost his appetite immediately. Who would eat Western food all
day?
"Honey, what would you like for dinner?" Edward used the term "honey" naturally, like he'd called her that millions of times. He
hadn't.
Hearing the word, Daisy became uneasy again. Their eyes met. Her moist lips moved a little, but nothing came out of her mouth.
Looking into his bright eyes, she had forgotten everything but love.
"What is it? Are you OK?" Edward asked. Noticing that something was wrong, he was worried and put his hand to her forehead
to feel it.
"Oh, nothing. Just spacing out." When his hand touched her forehead, Daisy lowered her head, unable to meet his deep gaze
any more.
Edward sighed quietly. Daisy looked at him, lost in thought again. 'Do I remind her of somebody else?' A shadow crossed his
gaze, then his eyes became bright again. 'Daisy, I don't care who you are thinking of. You will only think of me soon enough.'

"Mommy, can you tell daddy we'll eat Western food tonight?" Justin was plotting something. Red wine was a must have with
Western food. After his parents got tipsy, an intimate moment would follow. So he was expecting his mom to say yes.
"Justin, have you ever eaten Western food? Do you know that you have to observe many table manners while having Western
food?" Daisy was not fond of Western food, so she tried to make Justin give up easily. Years of living in the army had changed
her a lot, except her love for Edward.
"Yes, Daddy has taken me to a Western restaurant lots of times. He even taught me the manners that go with it." Justin had
never eaten Western food before staying with his father. He'd changed a lot; proving the old adage that you are where you live.
Daisy looked at Edward, perplexed. She had eaten way too much Western food when she had been in military school, and didn't
want any more of it. Foreigners never ate their steak well done, and anything less reminded her of raw meat. She got sick just
thinking about it.
"What's the matter? Do you hate Western food?" This was the first time he had found that she could also be confused apart from
being cold.
"It's OK, as long as you two like it." Daisy grit her teeth. 'Fine, Western food it is. I have eaten so much of it anyway. I just don't
like it.'
"Justin, let's eat something else today. We can have Western food some other day." Edward had figured out she hated it by her
expression. 'How could the daughter of a wealthy family not like Western food?' He was surprised.
"Mommy, do you really hate it? OK. I like whatever mommy likes." Although his plan was important, he didn't want to hurt
mommy. He was adaptable, he'd simply change his methods.
"Are you serious? I hope you won't regret it." Daisy teased. She smiled slightly, rare and almost unnoticeable.
This was new to Edward. Daisy continued to amaze him. She was like a piece of jade bringing him surprises.
"Ah, Mommy, I hope you are not thinking of that." Justin was sweating. My God! 'Don't. Please don't be it. It will kill me. Mom
won't do that to me. I'm her son.'
"I'm not thinking of anything." Daisy acted innocent. Justin had always been afraid to eat Szechuan dishes. The sight of a hot
pepper scared him every time, not to mention the taste. However, they were his mom's favorite. She loved the spicy taste
lingering on the tip of her tongue, which released all the tension in her body and mind.

"Daddy, you don't like them, either." Justin thought it wise to have an ally in this. He would soon find out he was the odd man out.
Oh, my Goodness!
"What are you two talking about? just tell me." Edward was clueless. He had no idea what they were talking about.
"The hottest Szechuan dishes. Daddy, you don't like them either, do you?" Justin had placed his last wager on his father. But he
lost, as Edward didn't mind spicy food. He knew his mother loved Edward very much, and that she would defer to him. But Justin
didn't know the odds always favored the house.