I wished I had just told her. When I saw the polaroids and the note attached to it, my whole body turned rigid.
Fucking Zoe. She was the one that had send those polaroids to Jillian. I mean I would have told her eventually. But it was not supposed to go like that. She was not supposed to run away.
Leaving me behind heartless and in pain.
It wasn't really long after that when Ximena called, crying on the phone. She couldn't even speak properly. "Jillian signed her resignation letter. Why?!" She sobbed, her cries turning louder.
Oh, I definitely knew why. It all has to do with me.
"Marco? I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to bring back memories." Ximena whispered, nudging me softly on my side when she realized I was zoning out.
"You just did." I snapped, my eyes filling with tears. "You know how I feel about her Ximena. I can't talk about her and yet here you are reminding me about her!"
I took a deep breath to calm myself down.
"I'm sorry." She sputtered. "I just... You're not the only one in pain here, okay. It's because of your stupid decision that I lost my best friend. I always wanted her to be here. At my wedding. We always talked about it. It fucking hurts!"
"As if I wouldn't know!" I yelled out frustrated. "I miss her every single day! I can't even live in the mansion in peace without hearing her voice. I send her a letter, because I finally found her and she hasn't even responded yet. I don't expect her to forgive me. Fuck I don't!. But I just need to hear her voice. I just need to hear that she's... doing well. I miss her as much as you do, Ximena. And yes, I did something very stupid and dumb and god, I wished I could undo it, but I can't! I fucking can't!"
Ximena buried her face in my suit. The warmth of her body calmed me down. Ximena was my rock after Jillian left. She comforted me, brought food for me, and was my light in my darkest days. "Please get her back Marco, please?"
I softly pushed her off me. "I think it's too late, Xim. I think it's too late. Now tell me, should I get you some cake or not?"
She nodded her head. Her loose curls shaking wildly as she did that. "Yes, of course. But you have to hurry; the wedding starts in like fifty minutes."
I gave her a peck on her forehead. "I'll be quick."
I walked out of Ximena's dressing room and bumped into a nervous Rodrigo. "Oh god, Marco I'm fucking freaking out right now!" He went with his hand through his hair and sighed deeply. "I can't remember anything about the vows!"
He paced back and forth and groaned. "Fuck!"
I chuckled. "Calm the fuck down man. I'll be back in a bit."
"What? Where the fuck are you going?" Rodrigo stepped in front of me and wiped his forehead with his handkerchief.
"Buy some cake for Ximena."
"What?!" he yelled out. "Why? Can't you send someone else? You're supposed to be here with me!"
I shook my head and chuckled. "You're going to be fine. I'll be here before the wedding start, I'm your best man after all."
I walked out of the venue and stepped into my car. I drove to the closest bakery which luckily happened to be Eclair bakery. In the past I often bought macarons there and they were delicious.
I parked my car in front of the bakery and stepped out. The door of the shop opened and my eyes widened when I saw the person in front of me.
Pudding.
"Jillian." I whispered, I closed my eyes and snapped them open again. Am I dreaming? God, Am I dreaming? What the hell?
We stayed there for what seemed an eternity.
Frozen in shock.
Me and her. Eye to eye.
She looked beautiful than ever.
A diamond, that I lost.
Her lips quivered and her beautiful eyes turned into a pool of tears. "Marco?" She stepped out of the shop and walked closer towards me. The way she walks, it always turned me on.
But at this moment I was still pretty much in shock.
Jillian is here. Oh god, my pudding is here!
"I'm...I'm... Jillian where were you? Oh god, I have so many questions!" I stammered as I closed the space between us and hugged her tightly. I never want to let her go. Oh god, I don't want this moment to end. I can't believe I finally have her in my arms again.
How much I missed this.
Her.
Us.
"Marco! Oh god, stop it! I just came here to visit you, because you need to know something." She said, slowly pushing me off her. "I'm not here to...nevermind." She stopped talking and then looked down and smiled.
It's only then when I noticed the little girl next to her. Wavy brown hair, long beautiful eyelashes, pink plump lips, and those eyes.
Blue.
Ocean blue like mine. They were so pretty. She was so pretty.
It can't be.
She can't be.
Oh god, don't tell me Jillian was...
"She's mine, isn't she?" My voice raised an octave. I shifted my attention back to Jillian. The little girl was looking innocently at me and Jillian.
Jillian took a deep breath and looked up at me. "Yes...She is. The reason I came back." Her voice was soft, low. I almost couldn't hear her, but I did.
And I felt my blood boiling.
"What the hell?!" I yelled out. I couldn't help to keep my voice low.
I was shocked.
I had a fucking daughter and I didn't know?! "Why haven't you told me? Why? Oh my god, I have so many questions right now!"
"Marco, you should calm down!" She whisper-yelled. "We're in public!"
"You better tell me this right now, Jillian!" I said through gritted teeth. "This is no joke, she's my daughter!" I went through my hair with my hand frustratedly and shook my head. "Oh god, Jillian this... I'm shocked. I don't know."
"What do you mean you don't know?" She looked at me in disbelief. "You don't believe she's your daughter?"
"I didn't say that!" I growled. "Everyone can see that she's my daughter. She's an exact replica of me...well except for her hair."
Jillian sighed. "I came here, because I can't hide her from you anymore. She needs you. She's asking about you." She looked down at the little girl and stroke her hair softly.
"Marco, I want you to meet Amari Faith Vasilios."
Jillian Malik P.O.V
It was not suppose to happen like this. I was not supposed to meet Marco in front of a bakery.
Now he was freaking out. I mean what else would I expect? Of course he would freak out. I suddenly appeared back in his life with a daughter.
His daughter.
Our daughter.