We stayed like that for a while until someone cleared their throat.
We looked up and Aunt Lydia looked grinning at us. "Girls, girls. You need to catch up later. We have a birthday party to organize."
Larissa stood up followed by me. She gave her mom a quick kiss and walked to the kitchen with the cake. She placed the cake in the refrigerator and then turned around.
"Where's Milan?" she asked, holding a blue bag in her hand.
"Playroom." I replied.
She nodded and walked to the playroom.
I walked towards the living room and pulled out the decorations. It was time to decorate the backyard. I grabbed the balloons, garlands, and pom poms and headed outside. I started decorating the back side of the house, the tables, and the balcony.
When it was time to hang the last balloon I had to stand on a chair to reach the top of the pole. It was wobbly, and to make things worse I had to stand on my tippy toes to reach it.
When I finally tied the ribbon on the nail I carefully tried to get off the chair.
It was just my luck, that I had to lose my balance. I squealed as I felt the chair under me disappearing.
Shit, this will give me a broken ankle.
I closed my eyes to hear the bone breaking sound of my ankle when I felt strong arms wrapped around my body.
"God, Pudding!" I heard a familiar voice. I slowly opened my eyes to see Marco looking worried over me. "You almost gave me a heart attack, don't do that."
"What?" I breathed out shakily, "Climbing on a chair?"
He nodded. "Yes, it's dangerous. You could have sprained your ankle."
"But I didn't."
"Because I saved you."
He does have a point. If he wasn't here I probably wouldn't be able to walk for two weeks.
"Thanks, but I think it's safe to let me go now."
He slowly let me go and now I turned around to get a better look at him. He was still in his suit, I guess he came straight to the party after the meeting.
"You came early."
"Yeah, the meeting ended early so I decided to show up early to see if you need help."
"That's uhm... really considerate of you." I noticed.
He nodded. "Yup good thing too, because otherwise you wouldn't be able to walk for two weeks."
"Mommy!" I heard behind Marco. I look over his shoulder and saw Milan in a spiderman costume.
"Who bought that for you?" I asked, because I know that he didn't had a spiderman costume.
"Marco did." he grinned as he ran around the backyard.
I looked at Marco in surprise. "How did you know he liked spiderman?" I asked wonderingly.
"I just happen to saw spiderman toys on the floor when I dropped you off."
Wow, he was really observant. "That's really nice from you. He loves it." I smiled as I looked at my little crazy boy.
I walked back inside to help aunt Lydia bring drinks and foods outside. Marco played with Milan and Larissa was greeting the guests. There was not a lot, but soon more people came. Most of them were Milan's friends from school. They all had a fun time and Milan was so ecstatic to have so many people at his party.
Marco and Larissa met each other and I had to convince Larissa a hundred times that he wasn't my boyfriend or fuck buddy. After the hundredth time she just stopped asking me about it and started talking to one of the moms about modeling.
When it was time to cut the cake I called everyone to gather around the table. Together we sang happy birthday for Milan. Marco was so nice to record it while I cut the cake for Milan.
It was a very successful birthday party and Milan had enjoyed every second of it. At the end of the party every kid left with a fully stuffed candy bag.
After the party Milan couldn't stopped talking about how all his friends like his costume and how they were so envious of him.
He even wanted to sleep with the costume, but Marco convinced him that it wasn't a good idea. I don't know what he exactly said to Milan, but the point is that he didn't fight back when Marco pulled the zipper down of his costume.
I showered Milan, dressed him up in his pajama and tucked him in. I softly sang a song for him, so he could drift to sleep.
He yawned and looked at me with sleepy eyes.
"I really like your friend boy mommy." he whispered before he closed his eyes and fell in a deep sleep.
Jillian Malik P.O.V
After I put Milan to sleep I turned out the lights and quietly walked out of his room.
I was surprised when I saw Marco outside the door waiting for me. I thought he had already left. His hair was disheveled and he was gazing in the distance, making him look twice as hot than he already is.
"What are you still doing here?" I whispered, closing Milan's door behind me. I didn't want to talk loudly, because Milan is a light sleeper.
"Does he asked?"
"Asked what?" I questioned.
"About his real parents or haven't you told him yet?"
"Oh I did tell him..I made up a sweet story about his parents and tell him when he asked me too. I made up most of it, because I don't know anything about his real parents except their first names. The point is that he knows that he's adopted and I will love him unconditionally no matter what."
"You really are something else, do you know that Jillian?" Marco said, smiling. "But I'm glad you told him at an early age. When he will grow older, he will understand this all better."
"Yeah, I don't want to deal with a angry teenager later in life when he finds out." I sighed.
He laughed."True that, anyway our plane will depart at one in the afternoon."
"Are you going to pick me up?"
"Yes I will." I opened the front door to let Marco out.
"Goodnight Vasilios and drive safe." I said as I watched him walk away.
"Goodnight to you too pudding." He gave me a dazzling smile, before disappearing in the car.
I closed the door and turned around to a smirking Larissa. I knew exactly what was on her mind.
"He is not my boyfriend." I muttered as I walked passed her. She held my hand and quirk an eyebrow in amusement.
"Not so fast." she chuckled. "You need to tell me everything what happened in the past six years."
I let out a annoyed groan. This will be one hell of a long talk !
..........
"Promise me you will be a good boy." I hugged Milan one more time trying to hold back my tears. It was time to go back to New York. It was monday afternoon and Marco was waiting for me outside.