My Quirky Love

Chapter 16: Old man who sells Fried chicken

"I can't think of anything. You decide."

He nodded and call someone on his phone.

I pretty check out of reality the duration that he was making a call.

I look at the 5 Flat screen TV mounted on his wall. It was playing 5 different channel. How can he even keep track on what those anouncers are saying?

"Ok precious. Food's gonna be here in 20  minutes."

"Thank you Grey Grey. Can I please know what time is it?" I ask.

"Past 3. You only slept for 2 hours."

"Two hours is enough. I don't even really take a nap."

"Grey Grey where did James go?"

Greyson's eyes narrowed and turn glacial.

"To his brother."

I furrow my eyebrows.

"Your dad has a brother?" I ask.

"Yes."

"Really? Does he look like him also? What's his brother's name?"

"Satan."

I gasp.

"Oh my! What a unique name!" I exclaimed.

"For a long time now, I really want to name a child Lucifer."

"Definitely not!" Greyson exclaimed.

I raise my eyebrow at him. "Well I'll definitely make sure that my future husband will agree with the names I want."

Greyson purse his lips and said "I am open to suggestions precious."

"Maybe I should ask Kurt if he is open to name a child Lucifer. Wait a second." I tried to stand up from Greyson's lap but he tighten his hold on me.

"No fucking way you're gonna do that. You did not hear me correctly precious. I said Lucifer was the most exquisite name you can give to a child. That child will be the envy of many."

"I thought you don't like that name." I ask baffled.

"Nu uh. I even suggest that we name the second child Lucifer the second."

I nodded in agreement.
"That's a good idea Grey Grey. One of the nickname will be Lucy."

I see Greyson grimace but when he saw that I'm looking he nodded seriously.

Someone knocks on the door and before Greyson press the button I hurriedly ask "Can I please press the button? Pretty please?"

"Precious it's more than just a button. It also recognize my fingerprint."

"Fingerprint? Like in jail? You went to Jail Grey Grey!"

After Greyson pressed the button he answered.

"Too many times." Greyson shakes his head.
"Precious there's a lot of things that needs your fingerprint. Not only in jail. Wait a minute. How did you know that kind of information?"

"I got Jailed. Once." I sheepishly admitted.

I look up to Sir hulk in front of me. I smiled and waved at him.

"Thank You Sir Hulk for the food. I'm gonna hug you but you are too far can you come a little bit closer?"

"Precious he can't go near, he has arthritis." Greyson solemnly said.

I gasp. Poor thing. I don't know what Arthritis meant but It sounds painful.

Sir Hulk nodded at me.