"No, I didn't. I called you my Goddess." Edward tried to smooth things over, and make an excuse for what he blurted out. He hadn't expected her to know this so soon. He planned to tell her later. As for the exact timing, he wasn't sure. There was a whole life ahead them, he would finally find a suitable time to tell her, to surprise her.
"Did you? I must be tired and getting sentimental." 'I might have heard it wrong. Have I lost my mind to think that Edward knows my childhood name, a name which hasn't been called for a long long time?' she thought to herself.
"What is it? Does that name mean something to you?" asked Edward expectantly. He wondered whether Daisy still remembered their chance meeting in childhood. If she had no clue about it, how could she fall in love with him at first sight?
"Yes, it means a lot. My mother used to call me that. She once told me that I was born in a city filled with the fragrance of jasmine. So she always called me Jasmine. I haven't heard anybody call me by that name since she passed away. So, I must have heard you wrong. I'm sorry for misunderstanding what you said."
Daisy recalled her childhood, when she would cheerfully and happily throw herself in her mother's arms whenever mother called her by that name. However, that was ages ago, and she could never get that back again.
"So, can I call you Jasmine?" asked Edward tenderly. He never expected that, Daisy who was a lovely girl in the past, would grow up to become a cool and aloof beauty twenty years later. He had thought that the little girl with broad and sweet smiles would live a happy and harmonious life. However, he had been terribly wrong.
"Piss off. Never treat me like an innocent kid." Although she liked that name, it was only a memory that nobody should mention it again. Without her mom alive, it meant nothing.
"Mom, you're back finally." Justin walked in cheerfully. The bruises on his face had disappeared thanks to Tom's efforts. As expected, Tom followed him and also walked inside.
"Yeah, my dear boy. Are you alright? Does it still hurt?" asked Daisy anxiously, observing Justin up and down. She would never forgive herself for getting Justin involved, frightened and hurt.
"Don't worry, Daisy. I have got him covered. He'll be fine," said Tom. "Thank God, you finally woke up. Edward would kill me if you were still unconscious," Tom added, smiling.
Tom slouched into Daisy's ward, tired. He had told Edward that Daisy was fine and would wake up, all she needed was time. But Edward didn't believe him and stayed worried every minute. So Tom had to be vigilant and he hadn't slept for several days in a row, carefully monitoring Daisy so that Edward might feel a bit of relief.
"Thank you so much, Tom. I really appreciate your efforts. It seems that I'm being patched up by you all the time," said Daisy apologetically. She knew that Edward would be bullying and annoying sometimes. Hadn't he behaved that way when she had a cold last time? So she could understand Tom's frustration in the past few days when he was pestered by Edward. However, it still felt sweet to be cared and deeply loved by her beloved husband. Thus, she would not blame him. All she could do now was to apologize to Tom on behalf of her husband.
"Daisy, you're so nice, quite different from Edward who always drives me like a slave but never bothers to say anything sweet." Obviously, he was accusing Edward, meanwhile he started to examine Daisy's wounds.
"Want something sweet? huh?" Edward frowned, and wondered since when had Tom developed the habit of complaining and become so annoying. He realized that Tom had learnt from the best, since he was hanging around with Rain all the time.
"No, Don't bother." Tom was discouraged when he saw the ominous expression on Edward's face. He was one of the few people capable of understanding what Edward was thinking.
Comments
The readers' comments on the novel: It'll Come Naturally