Miles P.O.V
Layla and I were meeting her parents in a couple of hours. I was a nervous wreck. Yes, it went well with my parents, and I am hoping it will be the same as hers, but I don’t know. I don’t know if her dad will appreciate the fact that I stole the chance from him to walk his daughter down the aisle. I would be mad, too if it were my daughter. I am hoping once he sees how much I do love Layla, he will understand. I understand now more why Layla was as nervous going to meet my parents. My stomach has been churning all day. I tried to distract myself with work, never worked.
“Relax baby boy; it will be OK,” Layla said as she sat next to me, kissing my cheek.
My nerves must be apparent to sense.
“I can’t help it. What if he hates me because I took the chance away of him walki
