I sighed deeply. Have I? Of course. It happened a million times. I wanted to come back to New York, forgive him and be with him. He was all I will ever need. He was my soul mate. I knew it. And the feelings I have for him, i cannot have it for anyone else.
He was always the only one. Since the beginning. Since that time in Milan.
"I don't know. I thought our love was a fairytale, but fairytales don't exist."
"Do it for Amari? We can have our own fairytale. This will be our fairytale." he said quietly.
"Amari should not be a reason for us to be together. You cheated on me. On our engagement party. You know the saying 'once a cheater, always a cheater'. That's not a fairytale. Fairytales has happy endings. We don't."
Marco scoffed. "Seriously? That's not true. I changed okay. I realized that I lost my most prized possession, the day you left. You just disappeared. I was lost without you, Jillian. We will never have a happy ending Jillian. This time, I promise you this, that this time no human being will separate us. Only death will do us apart. It's a promise."
"I don't know what to say. We cannot be together. Or at least not right now. You hurt me badly. It took me forever to get over it." I told him. "It's not easy to forget what you did to me. You promised me so many things, and you broke all of them. You need to earn my trust back."
"I'm so sorry." he apologized. "I'll do anything so you can trust me again."
"Can you please stop apologizing? I forgave you already."
"I don't know what else to say. I would do anything to get you back. I need you. I made a mistake and I want to fix it." He paused and then continued, "I want my family back."
Jillian Malik P.O.V
"Dad is coming to pick you up, princess. Hurry up!" I yelled from the kitchen. I was preparing her breakfast and packed her lunchbox. I packed some sandwiches and her favorite juice and candy.
I have no idea where Marco would take her today, the only thing he said to me last night was that I should pack lunch for her. I hated when he gave me a call at the very last moment. But what else can I do? It's Marco we're talking about.
In the past few weeks Marco got really involved in Amari's life. While I was busy working at home, Marco brought her to the playground, have lunch with her or meet up with Ximena. He was always trying to plan something with her when he's free from work. It came out really well for me, because Amari requires a lot of attention, especially at this age.
She wants to do everything I am doing. Even when I'm in the toilet, she stands in front of the doorway, watching me, counting on her fingers for me, and saying the alphabet out loud in the wrong order. She wears my heels and leave them everywhere in the house. One time I almost tripped on one when I wasn't watching where I was walking.
"Mommy!" Amari entered the kitchen, dragging her doll behind her. "Flakes." She pointed at the box of cornflakes on the kitchen counter.
I couldn't help but stare at her in awe. She was so cute in her purple minnie mouse dress that I bought for her last week. The older she gets the more she looks like a miniature of Marco. Her eyes, the shape of her face, and her thick eyelashes. Definitely a Vasilios.
"Cornflakes," I corrected her as I caressed her head when she walked past me, "But I made you pancakes. You don't want pancakes?" I flipped the pancakes over and put it on a plate.
Her eyes lit up when she saw me doing that. "Yes, pancakes!"
I chuckled and placed a plate with a pancake, whipped cream, and strawberries in front of her. She jumped on the chair, letting her doll fall down on the floor making its head detach from the body and roll down the kitchen floor.
My eyes widened as I watch it happen. Oh god ! And that's the reason why I never bought dolls for her.
She got Finny, the name she gave the doll, from Marco as a gift. The doll looked so alive, it scares the crap out of me. But I guess that's how dolls are made in this time period. While I couldn't stand Finny, Amari loved her. She brought her everywhere, much to my distaste.
While I was cleaning the kitchen, the front door opened. Marco had a key to my apartment, because sometimes he brought Amari home late and I was already asleep. When Amari heard the front door open and close she looked up at me with whipped cream all over her upper lip.
"Dad!" she squealed and jumped of the chair. She jumped into Marco's arms and he lifted her up in the air.
"Princess, have you miss me?" he laughed and kissed her forehead. "You are growing up so fast!"
I rolled my eyes and smiled, because the last time he saw her was three days ago.
I wiped my hand on the towel and walked over to them. "You're early."
Marco put Amari down and walked over to me. "Good Morning pudd--- Jillian, I brought breakfast." He handed me the Panera paper bag he had in his hand. "There's Greek yogurt, Mozzarella flatbread, and Tuna sandwich."
I took the bag from him and opened it. The fresh smell of freshly baked bread entered my nostrils. "Thank you, but the next time if you decide to bring food over, give me a call."
"Why?" He asked, "Did you prepare breakfast?"
I nodded my head. "Yeah, I made pancakes. Do you want some?"
"Yeah, I'll eat together with Amari. Right, princess?" He tickled Amari who was still holding onto him tightly. She nodded her head and smiled widely.
I placed the plate with pancakes on the table so Marco could take how much he wanted. "Are you ready for our picnic?" he asked Amari, who sat next to him, licking her fingers. She dipped them in the whipped cream on her plate and licked them clean afterwards. I told her so many times to not do it, but there's just this much that you can tell a toddler.
"You're going on a picnic?" I asked, stuffing a strawberry in my mouth. I watch how Marco wiped Amari's hand on a napkin