Chapter 17: 17


    Jill Malik P.O.V


    "Did you had fun mi amor?" I asked Mn as we walked back home from the park. The park was


    crowded with parents and their kids. Mn wanted to stay longer, but it was almost seven at night and I


    needed to get home and get ready to go to dinner with Flynn. 2


    "Yes mommy." he licked his ice cream and then looked up at me with cream all over his upper lip and


    nose.


    I chuckled at the sight and wiped the cream away with my thumb. "Now that''s better."


    "Are you going to have dinner with us tonight too mommy?" he asked, holding my pinky finger.


    "No, I''m going to have dinner with Flynn."


    "Your boyfriend?"1


    My eyes widened as he said that. "No, he''s just a friend."


    "So your friend boy?" 5


    I looked at him inplete shock. He''s too smart for his own good.


    "Well yeah kinda, he''s just a friend amor." I ruffled his hair and identally also dipped his face in the


    ice cream.2


    "Mommy!" he yelped and looked up at me with ice cream covered all over his face. "Look what you


    did."


    "I''m sorry." I chuckled and wiped the cream from his nose and licked it. "Mmh, that taste good."


    We arrived home and Aunt Lydia was already waiting for us on the patio. "Well well, look who we have


    here ice cream face." She said as she tickled Mn.


    "Tía..." he giggled, "Stop it, my cone will fall."2


    "Did you had fun?" Aunt Lydia asked.


    Mn nodded. "Yes, we went to the park and then afterwards mommy bought me ice cream."


    "Did you told mommy what your favorite vor is?"


    "Mommy knew my favorite vor."


    I nodded. "Chocte chip cookie."


    Aunt Lydia looked up at me in surprise. "You remembered." she whispered.


    "Of course I remember every little thing about my not so little boy." Iughed and pinched his cheeks.


    We walked inside and aunt Lydia went to give Mn a bath so I could get ready for my dinner with


    Flynn.


    He didn''t tell me if it would be a fancy dinner or just a casual one and I had a hard time choosing what


    to wear. When I saw that I only had fifteen minutes before Flynn arrived I grabbed the first dress that I


    think would look presentable. It was a red high low dress with straps. Reina bought this for me when


    we went to a party two years ago. I slipped on the dress and it was a little snug on the breast


    department, but nheless it still looked pretty on me. I slipped on my nude three-inch heels that I''d


    manage to walk in wlessly without tripping since I worked for Ximena.


    Number one rule in Ximena''spany: Heels are a girl''s best friend. I applied a minimum of makeup


    and curled the ends of my hair.


    "Mommy, you are so pretty." a cute boyish voice came from behind me. I turned around and saw Mn


    in his spiderman pajamas.


    "Thank you mi amor." I walked over to him and kissed him on his forehead. He smelled so fresh out of


    the shower. 5


    "Did you already have dinner?"


    He shook his head. "Nope, Tia is still cooking."


    I grabbed my purse and walked with Mn to the kitchen. The smell ofsagna filled in the small


    kitchen.


    "Mmm, this smells delicious." I murmured as my mouth started to water.


    "You look gorgeous cari?a." Aunt Lydia hushed as she turned around from the stove. "Are you sure he


    isn''t your novio?"2


    I shook my head andughed. "I''m positive he''s not."


    I was about to help Aunt Lydia to set the table, when there was a knock on the door.


    "I think it''s Flynn. I should go now." I said and went to open the front door.


    Aunt Lydia and Mn followed behind me. I opened the door and Flynn was standing there dressed in a


    sharp ck tuxedo with a bouquet of roses. "Hey." he greeted smiling his eyes trailing over my body.


    "You look beautiful."


    "Thanks." I replied as I pushed a strand of hair to the side. He gave me a final once over before he


    handed me the roses. "Here, these are for you."


    I took the flowers out of his hands. They were beautiful and freshly picked. "Thank you, they''re


    beautiful." I murmured eyeing the beautiful red and white roses. I handed them to Aunt Lydia so she


    could put them in a vase and then I squatted down to Mn.


    "Are you going to be a good boy when mommy''s gone?"


    He nodded and grinned. "I''m always a good boy mommy."


    I ruffled his hair and stood up to face Flynn who was standing there watching me inplete awe.


    "Shall we?" he asked, holding out his hand for me to take. I ced my hand in his as we left. "See you


    later." I said to Aunt Lydia and Mn before I closed the door behind me.


    We walked towards the car and he opened the door for me. "Chivalry is not dead." I joked. He just


    rolled his eyes as smiled silently. "Of course not pudding."


    "So, how did the meeting went?" I asked, trying to make the car ride a little less awkward. "It went


    great, how was your day?" he asked his eyes fixed on the road. "It was fun, Aunt Lydia and I had a lot


    of catching up to do."


    He nodded, but didn''t say anything.


    "So where are we going?"


    "We''re going to the Cinc sentits restaurant, one of my favorites." he replied. "Have you been there


    before?"3


    I shook my head. "Nope."


    After a couple of minutes we arrived at the restaurant. He parked his car and then got out of his seat to


    open my door.


    What a gentleman.


    I gave him a small smile and then we walked inside the restaurant. He wrapped his arms around my


    waist and squashed me to his side.


    "As long as you''re with me I don''t want any other man staring at you." he whispered in my ear sending


    shivers down my spine.


    "This is not a date Vasilios." I whispered back shakily.


    "Date or no date, I don''t like creepy men staring at mydy." he chuckled possessively.


    I pinched him softly on his side and he winced, but kept a straight face because the waiters noticed us.


    They started to make their way towards us and judging by the expression on their face, they knew


    Flynn.


    "Mr. Vasilios." one of them said. "Wee back." Then he looked over at me. "I see, you brought a


    lady with you."


    "Good evening Carlos, I hope there''s a table for me and thedy."


    Carlos nodded. "Yes, of course..Follow me." he said and escorted us to our table.


    We sat down and he gave us the menus. "I wille back to take your orderter." he said and walked


    away.


    "Do you want to order the seven course?" Flynn asked without looking at the menu.


    "Isn''t that too much?" I was hungry, but also not that hungry.


    "Nothing is too much for you pudding."


    "Is this a date in disguise?" I asked jokingly as I put the menu down.


    Heughed heartily and took my hand in his. "Maybe." he replied winking and kissed my knuckles.


    I gasped as my eyes widened. "You sneaky bastard !"


    This time heughed louder and shook his head. "Calm down pudding, it''s just dinner. So do you want


    the seven course?"


    I nodded, I''m not really picky about food


    He motioned to the waiter that we were ready to order. The waiter hurriedly walked towards us and got


    out his notepad. "What will it be?"


    "The seven course meal and the most expensive wine you have." The waiter scribbled something on


    the notepad and then looked up again. "Something else?"


    Flynn shook his head and the waiter walked away. "Did I already told you that you look beautiful?"


    Flynn asked when the waiter left.


    I blushed. "You did Vasilios."


    He chuckled lightly. "So, about Mn huh."


    I gulped, here we go. "Uhm yeah about that. I''m sorry I didn''t tell you about him earlier."


    "Him?"


    "Yeah, Mn right. My son." I rified, air quoting son.


    "What?" Flynn asked confused.


    "That''s what you want to know right. About Mn."


    "Yes, as in Mn the city."


    This time I was the one that look confused at him. "What? No, as in Mn the little boy who calls me


    mom."


    "His name is Mn?" he asked astonished.


    "I thought you had figured that out."


    "No, I thought you were talking about the city Mn."6


    I shook my head, what the hell? "No, I was talking about my son, why would I talk about a city that you


    can easily google ?"


    "Shit! Why did you named him after a city? I thought you were talking about the one ni...Never mind.


    Why did you air quote son earlier?" he asked while shaking his head.


    I sighed deeply. "Because he''s not my biological son." 5


    "What do you mean?" Flynn looked at me like a lost child.


    "It''s a long story" I muttered.


    "I have all night pudding, but do you want to talk about it before or after dinner?"


    I thought about it for a while. "After." I said.


    He nodded. "Great choice, because dinner is here."


    The waiter came back with our dinner and wine. He poured wine in our sses and served us our food.


    It all looked so good and smelled so delicious.


    After dinner I started the story. I let the memories that I stored at the back of my heade back to life.


    All these years I sessfully tried to forget them and today I''m going to relive them again.


    It was the day I went back to Barcelona from Mn. I was driving, listening to Enrique Iglesias, when


    suddenly a car came on my side of the road. 3


    Drunk driver.


    That was the first thing that came into my mind. I tried to stop my car. I tried to save myself, but


    everything was just too fast. The headlights came closer and closer and how much I wanted to stop


    and avoid it, I couldn''t.


    The car crashed with mine. I heard a loud screeching sound along with a painful stab on my right hand.


    Everything went by too fast and the next thing I knew I woke up on a hospital bed.


    Aunt Lydia sat next to me, tears streaming down her face. "Cari?a!" She sobbed and wrapped her arms


    around me.


    From her I heard that I was unconscious for three hours. I didn''t break any bones, thank god. I only had


    scratches on my face and a deep cut on my right hand that would heal in a couple weeks. I was lucky


    she said. I didn''t know what she meant by that, because I felt back asleep. My whole body felt sore and


    tired.


    The next day the nurse came into my room to check on me and then I asked her about the people in


    the other car.


    "They died." she whispered and closed her eyes as if she''s trying to process it.


    "Were they drunk?"


    She shook her head. "No, it was a couple. His wife went intobor and he was racing her to the


    hospital while trying to calm her down which ended up really tragic."


    I gasped as I felt a jab in my heart. No way. "What about the baby?" Is it--"


    "The baby is fine. We could save him, but...but his family abandoned him." 4


    "What?!"


    She nodded sadly. "Yeah, they don''t want anything to do with him. They even asked me why I didn''t let


    him die." she said bitter. 1


    "Can I see him?"


    "Of course." She showed me the way to the baby department. "It''s baby number thirteen. He doesn''t


    have a name yet."


    I walked up to him. He was so small, so peaceful. Sometimes I don''t even understand families I thought


    bitterly. I let out a deep sigh and went back to my room. He reminded me a lot about myself. No family.


    From that day on I visited him everyday. Even when I was already out of the hospital. I was supposed


    to attend college abroad, but I postponed it. I thought I lost the schrship when I told them that I


    couldn''t attend it, but they were nice enough to make it valid until next fall. One day I asked the nurse


    what will happen to him once he''s healed. She told me they would put him in a orphanage. It was so


    heartbreaking, that I couldn''t sleep for days. I know what it''s like to not have a family and knowing that


    this little innocent boy has to go through the same thing I went through shattered my heart. I never went


    to an orphanage, but I don''t want him to go when I know that I could do something about it.


    So I did something that I''m so proud of doing. I adopted him. Well not me, but Aunt Lydia. I literally


    begged her to do so. After long talks, endless begging, she finally gave in.We went straight to the


    hospital and asked if we could adopt the baby. 3


    The process was easy, because the baby had literally no one. He didn''t even had a name. They called


    him baby number thirteen.


    So we had toe up with a name.


    I chose Mn.


    That time Mn seemed to be the perfect name, because well, he wouldn''t be with me if it wasn''t for


    the ident in Mn. Now if I think about it, I wished I gave him another name because I really want to


    forget about the ident and all.


    I let out a huge sigh and looked at Flynn who looked really shocked.


    "Wow." he breathed out. "So you adopted Mn to save him from the orphanage life?"


    I nodded. "Yes, I did."


    "And what did you mean by I know what it feels like to not have a family."


    "The family from both of my parents didn''t approve of their rtionship. It was a forbidden marriage. My


    dad was suppose to marry a jordanian woman, but he chose my mom who was a spaniard. The


    families cut all the ties with my parents, they didn''t want to have anything to do with them.


    When I was two weeks old my parents decided to move to Barcelona with Aunt Lydia, her family. Aunt


    Lydia is actually not my aunt, she was a maid for my parents household. But as the saying goes blood


    makes you rted, loyalty makes you family. That''s exactly how it is. My parents trusted Lydia with me.


    After all not only did the family cut all the ties with my parents, but also with me even though I don''t


    have anything to do with it. So, Aunt Lydia, her family and I flew first to Barcelona. We moved from


    Jordan to Barcelona, because my parents wanted to have a fresh start. They woulde and join us


    two weekster, because they had some paperwork to finish. Well, they never made it to Barcelona."


    "What?!" Flynn asked shocked.


    "The ne crashed on their way here."


    "I''m so sorry." Flynn gasped and held my hand stroking it lightly.


    "Don''t be."


    "Do you miss them?"


    I shrugged indifferently. "I was only two weeks old, I can''t remember them. But the way how aunt Lydia


    tells me stories about them, I do miss them... sometimes."


    ..........


    Flynn Vasilios


    Jill is full of surprises. I can''t believe she adopted Mn to save him from the orphanage life.


    Then again, that''s what makes her apart from all the other girls. She''s unique, generous, loving.


    Everything that I always imagined my future wife to be. 3


    I thought that she wanted to talk to me about Mn, the city.


    About the one night stand.


    I was wrong. She didn''t remember it. She didn''t remember me. Now I was wondering if it was because


    of the ident?


    The ident happened after the one night stand.


    After I left her, without a note. I was so dumb, because I was well aware that I didn''t fuck her, but I


    made love to her. I thought it was just a ordinary one night stand. One that I would forget after a couple


    of days.


    Little did I know she would haunt my dreams from that day on. I couldn''t forget her. Even after so many


    years, after so many flings, and so many failed rtionships, she still had my heart.


    And she don''t even know it.


    I wished I was there for her. I wished I could just tell her that I was her one night stand.1


    But I can''t. I just can''t. I can''t lose her again. What if I tell her and she will run away?


    "Hey." Jill nudged me from the side. I looked at her and she gave me a questioning look.


    "Sorry, I''m zoning out."


    "Did I scare you?" she whispered. She looked so beautiful tonight. She had the kind of understated


    beauty. Maybe it was because she was so disarmingly unaware of her prettiness.


    "What?"


    "I mean with the story and all, I can''t change it you know. It''s part of who I am."


    I squeezed her hand softly. "It''s the most wonderful thing you have ever done. Don''t ever doubt that."


    "Well thank you."


    "Did you...uhm had amnesia after the ident?" I asked. I was dying to know the answer.


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    She shook her head. "No, I was just unconscious."


    "Oh." was all I could say. That means she did remember the one night stand. The thing is she didn''t


    remember me. I groaned inwardly. This is getting so damn frustrating.


    "Are you alright?" she asked worriedly.


    "Yes I am, pudding." I replied, kissing the back of her hand.


    She smiled and then opened the car door. "Well it was a nice dinner. Thank you."


    "Thank you foring and uhm, telling me about Mn."


    I was happy that she told me a little about her life even though she didn''t had to.


    "Well, speaking about Mn. Tomorrow it''s his birthday. You''re invited."


    "What time?" I asked, because I had a meeting in the morning.


    "At noon."


    I nodded. "Count me in."


    "Well goodnight Vasilios." she whispered softly, before closing the door.1


    "Goodnight, pudding."