"Oh god, no. And are those Gucci bags?" There were at least fifteen Gucci bags on the floor. And the roses. And balloons. Oh and also the pony.
"Yes, pudding. You will totally like the clothes on her. It's the from their new collection."
I let out a deep sigh and shook my head. It's not like I could do anything about it. "She will be so spoiled. Look, she's already wearing heels."
Marco chuckled and walked over towards me. He planted a kiss on my forehead. "You are a great mommy. Thank you for everything you do for her."
"It's my duty. But oh my god, is it really necessary to buy her all these expensive stuff?"
Marco placed his finger on my lips to silence me. "Shh pudding, let's go have breakfast. Amari baby girl, let's eat."
"But I wanna play with the pony."
"You can play with the pony later, baby girl." Marco said and carried her to the kitchen. Zhoya had already prepared breakfast for us all. Croissants and Toasts.
"I also made scrambled eggs and fried eggs." She said, "Dig in guys."
Breakfast was delicious. Zhoya was a really great cook.
We went back to the living room to open the presents. Even Milan got a present from Marco. He got an Xbox. Amari got clothes, dolls, and an inflatable castle.
"Thanks daddy." She jumped on Marco and hugged him tightly, burying her head in the crook of his neck.
I watched them in complete awe. They were so cute and perfect and...oh how I wished I had told Marco earlier about her. He wouldn't had to miss her first birthday or her second. And he would be there when she said her first word, which bytheway wasn't mommy or daddy, but cake. Her first word was cake.
"Mommy?"
I looked at Milan who was sitting next to me. My handsome little boy. "Yes mi amor?"
"If i'm in High school can I come live with you?"
I nodded my head at him and ruffled his hair. "That's what I promised you. You will attend High school in America."
He smiled widely. "Yes!! I'll see Ariana grande and I'll marry her!"
Marco laughed at that. "Ariana grande? She's way too old for you, bud."
"No," He said, shaking his head, "She is twelve. She looks like it."
"I don't know how to tell you this." I said, laughing nervously. "But uhm, she's already engaged."
"What?!" Milan's eyes widened in shock and surprise. "To who?!"
"To some guy. I don't know his name."
"Well," Milan shrugged his shoulders. "That doesn't mean that I don't have a chance. A goal has a goalkeeper, but that doesn't mean that I cannot score." Milan said, making the whole room laugh. He's way to smart for his own good.
"Mom," He said. "Do you know I'm the best defender in the football team? I want to be a professional footballer. I would be the best defender ever and Ariana Grande would love me."
I laughed. "Well, it doesn't matter what you want to be in the future. As long as you're happy."
...........
Several hours later
"Marco, oh my god. Slower. Slower... Why did you go faster?! Are you crazy, I was so close!," I cried out, trying to keep my voice down. It was already late at night and everyone was already asleep.
"Pudding, sshh, you're making so much noise." He whisper yelled, placing one hand on my mouth.
"Vasilios!" I cried out silently, removing his hand from my mouth. "Please let me. Pleaaasee..."
"Pretty please?" He asked with a smirk, still not slowing down. Oh god, I was getting so frustrated.
"Yes, yes... Pretty please. I'm tired already and I want to sleep."
"Fine, I'll let you win... Just this one time." he said, as he slowed down his car on the screen.
"Yes, thank you!" I said as my car easily passed his. Moments later it passed the finish line and I jumped on the bed from joy. "Yess! I finally won!"
Marco who sat down next to me watched me with an amused expression on his face. "Does it feel good to win after fourteen losses?"
I glared at him. "Shut up. You're such a jerk."
"What?!" He yelled out offended. "I let you win."
"After fourteen losses. Yeah."
He laughed and stood up to put the Xbox back in the right place, which was Milan's room.
After everyone went to bed, Marco and I got the Xbox out of Milan's room to play with it in our own room. It would be so much fun, if I actually knew how to play.
Marco was just silently laughing at me the whole time instead of teaching me how to play with that goddamn thing.
Marco came back from Milan's room and crawled under the covers with me. It was already three in the morning. We only had a couple of hours to sleep.
"Pudding?" He suddenly asked.
I turned around to face him. I couldn't see him, but I could feel the warmth of his body. "Yes?"
"Do you want to go on another a date?... With me... obviously."
"Only if you will teach me how to play on the Xbox."
I heard him laugh. "Sure, totally."
A smile crept on my face. I don't think that he could see it since the room was so dark. "Then the answer is yes."
Jillian Malik P.O.V
I took one last look at my outfit in the mirror and I couldn't help but feel proud of myself. It was a long red satin dress with a high slit that Marco bought for me as a gift. It fitted me like a glove and I wondered how Marco knew my size even after all these years.
Amari was sleeping over at Ximena and Rodrigo's tonight. Three weeks ago we came back from France. We dropped Milan and aunt Lydia in Barcelona and then we immediately flew back to the states, because Marco had a lot of meetings to attend.
Even I had to catch up on work. We were both very busy the following weeks. Occasionally Marco came over for dinner after work or I dropped Amari at his to spend the night. We haven't really talked yet about 'us.' Simply, because we didn't got the chance to.
My phone buzzed on the nightstand and I walked over to see who it was.
Marco: Open the door, pudding.
A smile appeared on my face and I walked over to the living room to open the door. Marco stood there, dressed in a black suit, with a big smile on his face. What a handsome man he is. "Hey gorgeous," he greeted, hugging me and kissing both of my cheeks. "I brought you red roses to match that pretty dress of yours."