So now I'm not spring break, yuppie! But the down side is I dislocated my finger, well, it's not fracture, hopefully. But it sorta hurts.
anyways thanks everyone who reviewed I love you all and Yes, I promise to update!
Stella's POV
"So what are you making?" I questioned sitting on the carpet with my cup of coffee staring at my little angel slowly put together the pieces of lego, one by one, stacking over to build something.
"I'm going to build a biiiiig lego house, so mommy and I can live there," He fantasised, throwing his hands in the air to show the size of his creation. I couldn't help but laugh, children can get so cute when they believe anything is possible.
"Don't we already live in a big house?"
"Yeah, but I want a bigger house, way bigger than anyone, like a castle!"
"A castle you say? I don't like bricks inside the house though,"
"Well not made of bricks, a castle like in Aladdin!"
"A palace?"
"Yeah, a pa-lace," He pronounce testing it out with his tongue. He stared back at me with his big brown eyes filled with sudden sadness, "Is grandma going to come back mommy?" He questioned quietly. I smiled at him softly and reach over, sitting him on my lap.
"Of course she is," I kissed his head, "She just has to look after grandpa and then come right back," I told him doubting it myself. I'm not sure if mom will come back anytime soon, sure dad's sickness isn't that serious, but I can tell she misses our hometown and the rest of her family. It's not fair on her to have to come support my issues.
"Then she can live in our big house too!" Nic declared lighting up my life like he usually does.
I grinned, Nic was the light of my life, there was no doubting that. I placed him down to continue his creation and picked up my coffee taking it to the kitchen to quickly sip it down and do the washing up.
I placed the cup in the sink and grabbed the sponge and dishwashing liquid about to start, when my phone rang, I grabbed it not bothering to check ID.
"Hello?"
"Cara, hey," I froze, and kind of gulped. Brandon. Why now?
"Hi, Brandon," I mumbled frantically thinking of backup ideas. I had left him hanging for about a week now, and I had kinda sorta forgotten about it till now.
"I heard your mom left,"
I rolled my eyes, god was there anything this man didn't know? "Stalker much?"
He laughed that adorable laugh i had learn to love, "I was meant to call you sooner but I kinda got tied up with work," Oh praise his work for keeping him busy.
"Okay, why did you call?" I quizzed masking the fact that I want to desperately hang up and run away.
"I called to make an alternation to our meet up plan," I could hear the smirk in his voice even through the phone, gosh why did I even agree to his meet up plan? Oh yeah, he blackmailed me. "I figured since your mom is gone, you don't have anyone to leave your child to," He's your child too.
"So? I guess I won't make it then," I shrugged sticking my nose in the air. That bought a pang of gladness into my heart. I won't be going anywhere besides work with Nic here.
"That was the point," He concluded, I could hear that growing smugness in him.
Okay what is he up to? I've known him for around half a year, he always knows how to strike a deal, even when his opponent is at loss.
"I'll just come over," He replied simply. What? Come. Over. with Nic here?! No way!
"Excuse me, no your not," I retorted instantly. There is no way in hell I was letting him cross paths with Nic.
"Sorry Cara, we made a deal,"
"The deal was I'd come meet you," I reminded him firmly.
"Well now you can't do that, so I changed it around,"
"You cannot do that!"
"You don't know business," He told me, true fact I had no idea how deals are even made and he wasn't going to let me off the hook for that. God, why did I love such a powerful guy?
"No that's not fair," I whined childishly.
I could hear him chuckled over the phone, "Life isn't always fair,"
Oh trust me, I learnt that the hard way. Especially when he kicked me out of the house like some stray dog. Fairness for me vanish on that day, along with a lot of other things.
"Don't argue Cara," He said planting a stone hard foot in this idea. "I could always do more than just coming over,"
That's what I'm afraid of. Him doing more than he planned to. And if he does by any chance do more than he intended to, i have no idea what state that will leave me in.
"You have an hour," I responded sighing in defeat.
"K, bye!" He smiled and hung up. I made a weird confused face and stared at the phone. Was it me or did he sound overly giddy with this.
A giddy Brandon DeCaro, now that's new.
I placed the phone back on the counter and quickly decided on finishing the washing up before i change from this baggy outfit. I don't even know why I try so hard in impressing him, what was trying to achieve? God knows, I'm just doing it.
I put on something casual, something me as a single girl would wear, something I would wear when I was actually with Brandon and nothing else in my life mattered. I put my hair up in a side ponytail and jogged back downstairs.
"Why are you dressed up Mommy?" Nic questioned, looking up from his half built castle. The only part of Brandon I have left to love, at least i had him. I didn't get a chance to answer his question when the door bell rang.
It's like the sound of the doorbell made my entire set of confidence break like glass. Oh why must i be so vulnerable? Shakily I took each step and quietly opened the door.
Surprisingly Brandon stood on the other side of the door. Not in a suit like I had seen him the last few times. But just in jeans and a nice plain black top. He looked so youthful in something like that, as if he hadn't aged a day since our break-up.
"Hey," He smiled charmingly almost making my collapse into a puddle right there. His eyes lit up in a cheerful way as he handed me a bouquet of familiar flowers. Magnolias.
"Hi," I responded, dying on the spot upon seeing the flowers. They were the kind he'd always get me when he took me out for a date. He said they reflected my personality and looked like me. on our first date, he was determined to make my temporary hotel room look like a magnolia garden.
At that moment, as if kind of on cue, Nicholas stumbled his way to the doorframe beside me. "Hello!" He greeted Brandon cheerfully and I wanted to break down in tears. I've always dreamed of the day Nic got to meet Brandon as son and father, but neither of them know so it was different.
"Hello there," Brandon smiled kind of cautiously. I can tell he has no experience with children, he told me that before. He was pretty formal and kids like a goofy person, but he can be goofy when he wanted to. I picked Nic up into my arms so he was now eye level with Brandon, sort of.
"I know you!" Nic burst out unexpectedly and my entire body shivered, please no, please don't figure it out. "Your the fancy man from the newspaper," Brandon laughed at that and I had to admit, i smiled in relief too. I remember Nic had seen Brandon in the newspaper a few weeks back, I guess he still remember.
"Honey, this is Brandon, my uh…friend," I introduced to Nic. I can tell Brandon didn't really accept the fact that I had friend zoned him. What can I do? Tell Nic he was my ex-boyfriend and the guy i supposedly loved till my heart ached? I doubt he'll understand that.
"And you must be Nicholas," Brandon questioned.
"Yup, everyone calls me Nic though," He chirped, there was no doubt he had my persona. What a nice match, Brandon's part appearance and my personality.
"Brandon, come inside," I stepped back, letting him step inside, as much as I wanted to, I can't leave guest out on the door step. I placed Nic down and he raced back to the living room with all his legos. Leaving me at the front corridor with Brandon, trust me you have no idea how awkward it is to stay silent with a man you once loved.
"He seriously is like your spitting image," Brandon said after many long moments of silence.
"I guess, he's more like his father though," I smiled, letting him have that small explanation. When i say father, it could be any man in the world, or as Brandon likes to believe it as 'My Lover,'
"Hmm, really," He nodded sourly. I rolled my eyes at his behaviour, "So um, what happened to his father?"
I gulped, should i change the excuse or use the one I do with Nic, "I lost him," I said simply.
"Oh, I'm sorry then,"
I smiled secretly to myself. He took 'I lost him' as meaning that he died. Technically I was using the situation with Brandon so 'I lost him' implies as 'He dumbed me' but he doesn't know that, and that's the way I like it.
"Life isn't always fair," I shrugged using his exact words as I walked to the living room, Brandon following me there. Nic sat on the floor with all his toys and blocks putting them together. "I'm just going to get something for the two of you to drink," I excused myself sauntering out.
"Mommy!" Nic called putting together his lego.
"Yup?" i question as Brandon collapsed on the couch,
"Can you make lemonade?"
I watched as Brandon froze, motionless. Lemonade was like my favourite drink back in New York but I doubt he remembers that.
"Sure," I smiled, taking my exit out to the kitchen.
Brandon's POV
I'd have to admit, she lives a pretty good life. Sure the house is average, but then again, any house is small to me. I took out a deep breath and slouched down onto the welcoming pearl sofa, watching Nic stack up his legos.
"What are you making?" I questioned cautiously. Gee, I'm not the best man to be around kids. I never really spent time with my younger sister and I'm always out with business stuff so I don't meet kids that often.
"A big lego house so mommy and I can live there," He answer with that cute squeaky voice. It reminded me a lot of Stella.
"Shouldn't it have a balcony?" I asked, pointing it out before he blocked up the small window like thing.
"Yes, that's what it was called," His eyes lit up and he shuffled out of the way, handing me a lego piece. I stared at it confusedly, "Can you make it for me?" I blinked in disbelief, the first kid who actually want me to join in with anything.
I laughed, "Sure, why not," I shrugged getting down onto to the carpet like he was seated. I won't be caught dead actually sitting on the floor playing with legos. But like i figured out years ago, when I'm with Stella, it's like a childish persona in me decides to show up.
Stella's POV
I stared at my fingers, twiddling my thumbs for like the umpteenth time now. The lemonade and everything was ready on the tray, but I'm kind of nervous to walk out there. What if he doesn't like it? I mean, he never really did like lemonade. Gee I'm so stupid, what was I thinking? Formal men should have something like coffee or something. Lemonade might make him lose status.
Okay, whatever, he was the one who insisted in coming to a peasant home, then he's gotta deal with peasant drinks. I picked up the tray and walked to the living room. Upon seeing the heartfelt sight, my figure froze at the doorframe taking in the moment.
Brandon was sitting on the floor surprisingly with Nic sitting on his lap, both of them were finishing the roof of the lego house Nic had made a start on. "You live in a house like this?" Nic questioned, his eyes filled with wonder.
"I guess, I have 6 other houses like this," Brandon shrugged looking at at Nic's wonder filled eyes and smiling like a true father would.
"Do you have gaming things like on T.V?" Nic asked grinning.
"Sure, I have Wii, PS4, Xbox, what other ones are there?"
"Do you have all of them?"
"Yeah, I got them for fun when I went to California, I don't get time to play though,"
"That's so cool!" Nic mused happily. That's when Brandon noticed my presence at the doorframe.
"Hey Cara," He smiled, leaning back on his hands.
"Cara? Mommy's name is Stella," Nic told him. I smiled and placed the tray of drinks on the coffee table beside the two.
"Well yeah, but it's a petname," Brandon shrugged looking back at Nic.
"Petname? Can i have a pet name?" Nic quizzed reaching for a cup of lemonade and carefully passing the other to Brandon. I sat down on the single couch chair opposite to them. they seemed so in conversation, it was like I wasn't there.
"How about, Carino?," Brandon suggested taking a sip of his drink, surprisingly he didn't recoil like he use to when he tried lemonade, "It means cute in Italian,"
"I'm not cute," Nic protested, "I'm strong!"
"How about an english one, like Warrior,?"
"Warrior," Nic mimicked, grinning at me, "Mommy! I'm a warrior!"
"Yup, you sure are," I smiled.
Okay that was totally not worth the wait, promise I'll make it up to you next chapter! XD
Yay, we're getting somewhere now. next update: Soonish, okay on Friday maybe?
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