"That was just pure coincidence, Ximmy." I chuckled. "It was just pure coincidence I met her at the bakery shop."
Rodrigo shook his head and wiggled his eyebrows. "Nah. More like faith. You two are meant for each other."
I glared at Rodrigo and Jillian coughed dramatically.
"I---uhm will go to see what Amari is doing." Jillian stood up and walked to the door, but it swung open making Jillian take a few steps back.
My guard was standing at the door half his face covered in cake. "What the hell is going on?" I asked my eyebrows scrunched up in confusion.
"Your daughter threw cake at me because I tried to get her off the table." he answered and pointed at the desert table. "She couldn't reach the cake, so she climbed on a chair to get to it."
Oh god! Not even fifteen minutes has passed by and this happens.
"I told you to watch over her!" I said through gritted teeth as I walked out of the room followed by Jillian and my guard.
"I did!" He said. "When I tried to get her off the table she threw the cake at me! It was not my fault!"
I facepalmed myself when I saw Amari. Jillian let out a loud gasp and her eyes widened.
In the middle of the desert table sat Amari with Vanilla frosting on her face and chocolate cake in her hand, grinning at us.
"Mommy, Dad, Cake! She squealed and stuffed her face with a big piece of chocolate cake, looking all cute and adorable at the same time.
How am I supposed to be mad at her?
Jillian Malik P.O.V
Oh god, seeing Amari on the dessert table was too much. She was covered in chocolate and vanilla cake.
"Mommy! Cake!" She squealed happily. Marco took her from the dessert table and she smeared the frosting all over his face. Oh my goodness!
"What happened...Oh my god!" Ximena stood behind me, shocked.
"I'm so sorry Ximmy." I apologized. "I'm really sorry for ruining your special day."
"Ruining?!" She said and laughed. "I'm so happy you're finally here. And Amari definitely got her cake obsession from me. If I was her, I would do the same honestly." Ximena chuckled as she said that.
"Is there a bathroom here?" I asked as I took Amari from Marco. Rodrigo nodded. "Yes, there's one in the back. Marco will you show where. He needs to take a bath too, his whole face is covered in frosting."
Marco grunted and grabbed a tissue to wipe it off. "Follow me."
I followed him and gave Amari a bath. Then I ask Marco to bring clothes for her. I dressed her up and then we went back to the wedding reception.
Many of McCallister and Vasilios family were here.
"Bloody hell, you have child? You never told me about your wife, Mr. Vasilios." A british guy, with a very colorful outfit said in a thick british accent. He was handsome. Not as handsome as Marco, but on a scale of one to ten he would be a nine and a half.
"I'm not his wife." I said to him.
"She's my girlfriend." Marco said and put his arm on my shoulders. "She was...oversea."
My eyes widened. Girlfriend. He really is out of his mind.
"Ahh, that explains." The british guy said. He then looked at me and smiled. "I'm sorry, I'm Harvey Martin. I'm your boyfriend's business partner. Pleasure to meet you Miss---,"
"Malik. Jillian Malik. The pleasure is all mine Mr. Martin." I said smiling at him. Marco's grip on my shoulder became tighter. I'm not even his and he acts all possessive.
"You look stunning and so does your daughter." He looked at Amari. "I should say, she looks a lot like Marco. How sad that you carried her nine months and she comes out looking like her dad." He laughed out loud.
"She doesn't mind Harvey. She loves me a lot, right pudding?"
Pudding. He called me pudding. It brings back memories, I try to forget.
I smiled tightly at him. "Yes, I do. Now, if you will excuse me Harvey. I'll get some food for my daughter."
I took Amari from Marco and walked to the buffet. I was not really hungry, but I just wanted to escape the awkward conversation with Harvey.
And then I don't understand why Marco pretended that we were dating. Why did he do that? He could have just told Harvey something, but not that. I'm pretty sure I'll see Harvey more often, because he is the business partner of Marco.
..........
I arrived at the apartment late at night. Marco came with me, because he held Amari the rest of the night. She was sleeping in his arms and even though I told him he could have put her on the couch, he insisted to hold her.
"Put her there." I opened the bedroom door for Marco so he could put the sleeping Amari on the bed. I put the blanket on her and quietly exited the room. The room was still pretty empty. Tomorrow I would do some decorating and other stuff.
"Do you want to stay for a drink?" I asked as we entered the kitchen. The apartment was small, just enough for two people. It was beautifully decorated and it was also child-friendly. Just what I needed for Amari. Of course I like the mansion in Jordan better, but for now this should do it. Later on, If I can afford it I'll buy a bigger apartment or maybe even a house. And then I finally could bring Milan to study in the states.
"Sure, what do you have?" he asked as he settled on the bar stool. "Have I told you that you looked stunning tonight."
I blushed when he said that. I will probably never get enough of his compliments. "No, but thank you. Uhm there's coffee. I didn't do grocery shopping yet."
"A coffee will do."
I made coffee for the both of us and when I served it to Marco, an awkward silence followed. Marco was the first one to speak. "I'm truly sorry, Jillian." His eyes was filled with remorse as he said that.
"I forgave you." I told him. "A long time ago. Don't worry."
"I just don't know what else to say then. So much happened today, I met my daughter, you came back. It's so overwhelming. Why did you decide to come back after all these years?" He stared at his coffee as he asked me that question. His eyebrows were furrowed in a frown.
"Amari is getting bigger. She asked about you. I can't and I don't want to keep her away from you. You deserve to know her, Marco." I answered softly. "You have done me wrong, not her."
"Did it ever crossed your mind to start over again?" Marco looked up at me with hopeful eyes.