"I'll ask her if she wants to go on the yacht this weekend and I'll tell her. This time for real." I said firmly.
"Oh really? Document it please so I can see it, because I'm pretty sure something will interrupt the talk." Rodrigo air quoted interrupt.
I gave him a dirty look and he chuckled. "Man, I don't care how the fuck you tell her. The point is you should tell her."
I huffed and my eyes shifted at Milan on the sofa. He was still sleeping.
"Do you want a martini?" I asked, standing up to grab the martini bottle from the top shelf in my office. "I see you spent a lot of time with my sister."
"Your sister is a mess." I heard him sigh.
"How so?" I asked, while pouring martini in two glasses. I know she was a mess. All the makeup didn't cover up her puffy eyes, red nose, and dark circles. But I know she would get over it, she's a strong woman after all.
"Last night she called me up crying after she woke up from a nightmare. It was one in the morning and she wanted pizza."
"And?" I handed him the glass with martini and he took a big gulp of it.
"I went to her house with a goddamn pizza ofcourse. I couldn't leave her alone." he put the glass down and scratched his head. "After that we watched A walk to remember. And she cried again, while eating pizza."
"Interesting." I remarked, smiling.
"Why are you so chill about it? It's your sister we're talking about."
"She'll get over it. And bytheway she only listens to you."
"Really?" Rodrigo asked astonished.
"She could have called anyone, why do you think she chose you?"
"Because I'm her... friend."
I chuckled, he's so blind or maybe he doesn't want to acknowledge it. It's either one. Well, he has to figure it out himself.
"Yeah, friend." I air quoted the word friend.
He cursed underneath his breath. "Now, who's the immature one?"
"That was not immature, I was just stating facts."
I heard soft yawning and my eyes immediately went to the sofa. Milan's eyes fluttered open and he stretched his hands. His eyes found me and then Rodrigo.
"Legos?" he asked in a groggy voice as he stood up and drunkenly walked towards us. His eyes were still sleepy and I knew he wasn't fully awake yet. I walked towards him and lifted him up. He put his head on my shoulder and yawned again. "Legos?" I heard against my ear.
"They are at home. After dinner you can play with all the legos." I said, stroking his back softly. Rodrigo watched me with an amused expression on his face. I went back to sit on my chair and put Milan on my lap. He looked at Rodrigo and then at me.
"Who are you?" he asked Rodrigo. Rodrigo smiled at him and sticked his hand out. "Hey bud, I'm Rodrigo. But you can call me Rod, only cool people can call me Rod."
"I don't like Rod. Can I call you GoGo?" Milan asked sweetly. I choked back a laugh while Rodrigo was cursing underneath his breath.
"GoGo is---" Rodrigo said, but I interrupted him.
"Is fine. You can call him GoGo. He loves that name." I said smirking and then looked at Rodrigo who was glaring daggers at me.
"Oh you fu--,"
I covered Milan's ears and send him a stern look. "No, cussing please!"
Rodrigo huffed and plastered a fake smile on his face. He shifted his attention back to Milan and smiled widely at him. "So," he drawled, "What do you think of your new daddy, bud?"
I cringed when he said that word and I was already planning his murder in my head. He can't let Milan call me daddy when Jillian is the only one who has the privilege to do that. "What kind of flowers do you like, Rodrigo?" I asked sweetly.
"White lilies, why?" he sounded confused.
"Oh just wondering what kind of flowers you preferred on your coffin." I answered casually sending a sharp glare at his direction.
His eyes widened and he was about to say something, but Milan interrupted him. "Who's daddy?"
"Marco is daddy. Daddy is Marco." Rodrigo explained with hand gestures. I grumbled some curse words under my breath and If looks could kill, Rodrigo was ten feet under by now.
"Rodrigo, can you---," I closed Milan's ears with my hands and then shouted, "Shut the fucking hell up!"
Rodrigo laughed out loud, but immediately stopped when Milan poked his finger on my chest. "But mommy said that you were her friend boy."
Friend boy? What the fucking hell is that?
Regulars. And now friend boy. My girlfriend's vocabulary is really interesting.
"Do you mean boyfriend?" I asked confused.
He shook his head wildly. "No, friend boy. I told her I like you."
"You do?" My heart skipped a beat. I could feel so many different kind of emotions right now and one of them was love. I love this kid.
Damn.
"Yes, I like you. You bought a spiderman costume for me and then legos. You are the best daddy ever !" he jumped up and down my lap as he clapped happily in his hands.
I cringed once again at the daddy-word.
"I like you too, but please don't call me daddy. Just call me Marco." I pleaded.
"But I don't want too." he whined. "I'll call you padre."
"Padre?"
"That's spanish for father." he clarified.
"I know what it means, bud. You can call me anything except daddy."
"Okay, padre." Milan grinned. He looked around at my desk and saw a pen. "Can I draw?"
"I personally think padre sounds even more weird than daddy." Rodrigo butted in. I forgot that he was still here.
I glared at him. "Please don't give him anymore ideas." I hissed and then looked back at Milan who was grabbing the pen and was about to draw on my desk.
"No,no," I stopped him before he could draw on it. I opened my bottom drawer and got white paper out for him. "Here you go. Draw on this paper, not on my table."
He took the paper out of my hand and started to draw weird circles and triangles. Suddenly my phone buzzed on my desk and I saw Jillian's name on the screen.
My Pudding: Hey Vasilios. You can pick us up now, we're done.
Love you <3
"So, we need to pick up mommy now." I whispered in Milan's ears and he looked up at me happily.
"Now?" he asked excitedly.
I nodded my head. "Go wear your shoes and grab your jacket."
He jumped off my lap and walked to the other side of my office to grab his shoes and jacket. Rodrigo looked at him while he walked away.