I sat down on my bed, crying. Heather wasn't really the nice person she seemed to be. "Marzia…" Felix seemed lost for words, but came to comfort me. I tried to compose myself, but it didn't happen. We went to dinner, and they were nice for a while, until the subject of our relationship came up.
"So how long have you guys been married?" Heather was cutting into her steak, and looked up at us, and we sat there awkwardly. "Um, we are still planning the wedding, but we love each other." I bounced Serena on my lap, and she giggled. "You mean you had kids without being married?" Mark, Heather's husband, put down his glass of water loudly. The kids didn't care, but became concerned when their dad did that.
"Well, We met online about three years ago-" Felix was cut off short. "You met online? That is never how true love works." Heather snorted, and took a sip of water. "I'm sorry, what do you mean?" I frowned, and Mark glared at me. "How can you have kids with somebody you don't love?" Felix recoiled at that comment, like he was slapped in the face.
"I'm sorry, but I don't think you know how much I love my Fiancée." He wiped his hands on the napkins, and put it on his plate. "You are right, I don't. But you only truly love somebody if you meet them naturally, in the way of nature." Mark snapped back.
"I'm sorry, but isn't that a little… sluttish?" Heather gave me a look, and I just sat there, numb. "How do you even know those kids are yours?" Mark shrugged, and Felix pounded the table. "That is it, I will not stand this any longer. We are leaving." He picked up the diaper bag, and stood up. I followed him quietly. I was barely holding it together. We were almost out the door, when I heard something horrible. Their 10 year old, followed us out. "You two will rot in hell." And with that, a ten year old slammed the door.
A/N- I know it is short, but a promise is a promise.