"Mmm, this smells delicious." I murmured as my mouth started to water.
"You look gorgeous cariña." Aunt Lydia hushed as she turned around from the stove. "Are you sure he isn't your novio?"
I shook my head and laughed. "I'm positive he's not."
I was about to help Aunt Lydia to set the table, when there was a knock on the door.
"I think it's Marco. I should go now." I said and went to open the front door.
Aunt Lydia and Milan followed behind me. I opened the door and Marco was standing there dressed in a sharp black tuxedo with a bouquet of roses. "Hey." he greeted smiling his eyes trailing over my body. "You look beautiful."
"Thanks." I replied as I pushed a strand of hair to the side. He gave me a final once over before he handed me the roses. "Here, these are for you."
I took the flowers out of his hands. They were beautiful and freshly picked. "Thank you, they're beautiful." I murmured eyeing the beautiful red and white roses. I handed them to Aunt Lydia so she could put them in a vase and then I squatted down to Milan.
"Are you going to be a good boy when mommy's gone?"
He nodded and grinned. "I'm always a good boy mommy."
I ruffled his hair and stood up to face Marco who was standing there watching me in complete awe.
"Shall we?" he asked, holding out his hand for me to take. I placed my hand in his as we left. "See you later." I said to Aunt Lydia and Milan before I closed the door behind me.
We walked towards the car and he opened the door for me. "Chivalry is not dead." I joked. He just rolled his eyes as smiled silently. "Of course not pudding."
"So, how did the meeting went?" I asked, trying to make the car ride a little less awkward. "It went great, how was your day?" he asked his eyes fixed on the road. "It was fun, Aunt Lydia and I had a lot of catching up to do."
He nodded, but didn't say anything.
"So where are we going?"
"We're going to the Cinc sentits restaurant, one of my favorites." he replied. "Have you been there before?"
I shook my head. "Nope."
After a couple of minutes we arrived at the restaurant. He parked his car and then got out of his seat to open my door.
What a gentleman.
I gave him a small smile and then we walked inside the restaurant. He wrapped his arms around my waist and squashed me to his side.
"As long as you're with me I don't want any other man staring at you." he whispered in my ear sending shivers down my spine.
"This is not a date Vasilios." I whispered back shakily.
"Date or no date, I don't like creepy men staring at my lady." he chuckled possessively.
I pinched him softly on his side and he winced, but kept a straight face because the waiters noticed us. They started to make their way towards us and judging by the expression on their face, they knew Marco.
"Mr. Vasilios." one of them said. "Welcome back." Then he looked over at me. "I see, you brought a lady with you."
"Good evening Carlos, I hope there's a table for me and the lady."
Carlos nodded. "Yes, of course..Follow me." he said and escorted us to our table.
We sat down and he gave us the menus. "I will come back to take your order later." he said and walked away.
"Do you want to order the seven course?" Marco asked without looking at the menu.
"Isn't that too much?" I was hungry, but also not that hungry.
"Nothing is too much for you pudding."
"Is this a date in disguise?" I asked jokingly as I put the menu down.
He laughed heartily and took my hand in his. "Maybe." he replied winking and kissed my knuckles.
I gasped as my eyes widened. "You sneaky bastard !"
This time he laughed louder and shook his head. "Calm down pudding, it's just dinner. So do you want the seven course?"
I nodded, I'm not really picky about food
He motioned to the waiter that we were ready to order. The waiter hurriedly walked towards us and got out his notepad. "What will it be?"
"The seven course meal and the most expensive wine you have." The waiter scribbled something on the notepad and then looked up again. "Something else?"
Marco shook his head and the waiter walked away. "Did I already told you that you look beautiful?" Marco asked when the waiter left.
I blushed. "You did Vasilios."
He chuckled lightly. "So, about Milan huh."
I gulped, here we go. "Uhm yeah about that. I'm sorry I didn't tell you about him earlier."
"Him?"
"Yeah, Milan right. My son." I clarified, air quoting son.
"What?" Marco asked confused.
"That's what you want to know right. About Milan."
"Yes, as in Milan the city."
This time I was the one that look confused at him. "What? No, as in Milan the little boy who calls me mom."
"His name is Milan?" he asked astonished.
"I thought you had figured that out."
"No, I thought you were talking about the city Milan."
I shook my head, what the hell? "No, I was talking about my son, why would I talk about a city that you can easily google ?"
"Shit! Why did you named him after a city? I thought you were talking about the one ni...Never mind. Why did you air quote son earlier?" he asked while shaking his head.
I sighed deeply. "Because he's not my biological son."
"What do you mean?" Marco looked at me like a lost child.
"It's a long story" I muttered.
"I have all night pudding, but do you want to talk about it before or after dinner?"
I thought about it for a while. "After." I said.
He nodded. "Great choice, because dinner is here."
The waiter came back with our dinner and wine. He poured wine in our glasses and served us our food. It all looked so good and smelled so delicious.
After dinner I started the story. I let the memories that I stored at the back of my head come back to life. All these years I successfully tried to forget them and today I'm going to relive them again.
It was the day I went back to Barcelona from Milan. I was driving, listening to Enrique Iglesias, when suddenly a car came on my side of the road.
Drunk driver.
That was the first thing that came into my mind. I tried to stop my car. I tried to save myself, but everything was just too fast. The headlights came closer and closer and how much I wanted to stop and avoid it, I couldn't.