"That's okay, I hope you can make it this year though." Aunt Lydia threw some tomatoes, olives and salsa in the pan and poured the pineapple juice before putting the lid on it.
"Mommy." I felt someone tugging on the bottom of my shirt. I looked down and saw my little rayo de sol.
"Yes, mi amor." I cooed as I picked him up.
I put him on the kitchen counter and watched what he was taking out of his pocket. It was his school report. I opened it and a smile crept on my face. "These are really good grades amor."
"Yes mommy, can we go get ice cream after dinner?" he asked sweetly. Oh god, it's so hard to say no to his sweet voice.
I laughed softly and kissed him on his nose. "Well, it's too late to get ice cream now. What about tomorrow?"
He nodded eagerly. "Yes, muchas gracias."
I was so happy he was learning spanish. Milan was enrolled in a private school where they teach in english. It was quite expensive, but I want to give him the best of the best, because he deserves it. At home Aunt Lydia teaches him to speak spanish and it was so cute if he did.
"De nada, but now I have to finish dinner okay? Do you want to wait in the living room with Tía, until I said dinner's ready?."
He nodded and jumped off the kitchen counter and immediately ran to the living room. I did the final touches on dinner and started to set the table. After fifteen minutes I called that dinner was ready.
"Smells so good, right Milan?" Aunt Lydia said as she came into the kitchen followed by Milan.
"Mommy is a good cook."
"Aw, you wound me amor, I'm not a good cook?" Aunt Lydia asked, pretending she was hurt.
"I love your churros." Milan shrugged.
I laughed as I scooped rice and chicken on their plate. We prayed and had dinner.
During dinner we talked about Milan's upcoming birthday party, which would be held on Sunday. It would not be a grand birthday party. Only Milan's friends and Larissa were invited. I told Aunt Lydia about my life in New york, my new job, and how I was able to send her money every month. In turn she told me about Milan, her job as a freelancer, and Larissa.
I haven't seen Larissa since that day in Milan, six years ago. She had called me a couple of times, but when I changed numbers we lost touch. Occasionally I saw her in tabloids of beauty magazines. She became a really well known model in France and Italy.
After dinner Aunt Lydia offered to do the dishes and told me to put Milan in bed.
"Mommy, I'm done with brushing my teeth." he said as he showed me his set of perfectly white teeth.
"Good boy, now go to bed so I can turn the lights off." I walked towards his night lamp and turned it on. I tugged him in and gave him a goodnight kiss before leaving his room.
"Mommy." he whispered as he held my hand.
"Can you tell me the story of my other mommy and daddy?"
Jillian Malik P.O.V
"Did you had fun mi amor?" I asked Milan as we walked back home from the park. The park was crowded with parents and their kids. Milan wanted to stay longer, but it was almost seven at night and I needed to get home and get ready to go to dinner with Marco.
"Yes mommy." he licked his ice cream and then looked up at me with cream all over his upper lip and nose.
I chuckled at the sight and wiped the cream away with my thumb. "Now that's better."
"Are you going to have dinner with us tonight too mommy?" he asked, holding my pinky finger.
"No, I'm going to have dinner with Marco."
"Your boyfriend?"
My eyes widened as he said that. "No, he's just a friend."
"So your friend boy?"
I looked at him in complete shock. He's too smart for his own good.
"Well yeah kinda, he's just a friend amor." I ruffled his hair and accidentally also dipped his face in the ice cream.
"Mommy!" he yelped and looked up at me with ice cream covered all over his face. "Look what you did."
"I'm sorry." I chuckled and wiped the cream from his nose and licked it. "Mmh, that taste good."
We arrived home and Aunt Lydia was already waiting for us on the patio. "Well well, look who we have here ice cream face." She said as she tickled Milan.
"Tía..." he giggled, "Stop it, my cone will fall."
"Did you had fun?" Aunt Lydia asked.
Milan nodded. "Yes, we went to the park and then afterwards mommy bought me ice cream."
"Did you told mommy what your favorite flavor is?"
"Mommy knew my favorite flavor."
I nodded. "Chocolate chip cookie."
Aunt Lydia looked up at me in surprise. "You remembered." she whispered.
"Of course I remember every little thing about my not so little boy." I laughed and pinched his cheeks.
We walked inside and aunt Lydia went to give Milan a bath so I could get ready for my dinner with Marco.
He didn't tell me if it would be a fancy dinner or just a casual one and I had a hard time choosing what to wear. When I saw that I only had fifteen minutes before Marco arrived I grabbed the first dress that I think would look presentable. It was a red high low dress with straps. Reina bought this for me when we went to a party two years ago. I slipped on the dress and it was a little snug on the breast department, but nonetheless it still looked pretty on me. I slipped on my nude three-inch heels that I'd manage to walk in flawlessly without tripping since I worked for Ximena.
Number one rule in Ximena's company: Heels are a girl's best friend. I applied a minimum of makeup and curled the ends of my hair.
"Mommy, you are so pretty." a cute boyish voice came from behind me. I turned around and saw Milan in his spiderman pajamas.
"Thank you mi amor." I walked over to him and kissed him on his forehead. He smelled so fresh out of the shower.
"Did you already have dinner?"
He shook his head. "Nope, Tia is still cooking."
I grabbed my purse and walked with Milan to the kitchen. The smell of lasagna filled in the small kitchen.