Killian

From the pass few weeks, I only met Emma a few times. Although, it's not an everyday routine, our relationship is pleasantly going well. Jefferson on the other hand, just ticks me off. He always interrupts our meeting, and somehow takes her away without showing any effort. However, except for my hatred toward Jefferson, I am a bit more concerned about Emma. All the time we met, Emma seem to cover herself – avoided all the served appetizers, couldn't even drink a sip of champagne, her eyes look half awake, and she excused herself to the bathroom numerous times. I fear the poor girl is sick, terribly sick. It's a curiosity why she's keeping it a secret.

Milah sat on the sofa, puffing on a fresh new cigarette.

I remained seated on my office chair. "You should stop smoking those cancer sticks. They are no good, just a nasty habit."

Milah exhaled a huff. "Funny. The first time I interviewed for this job, you were perfuming the room with smoke and your ashtray was stuffed with cigarette butts. So don't judge the only thing that calms me."

"That was seven years ago. And not to forget, I was just a kid. But I stopped, and you should too. Or the doctors would have to dig a hole through your throat."

Milah inhaled on the light cigarette while its still held between her lips. "I'm pretty luckier than you think."

"You never know how fate could lead you to."

"Oh shut up. How are you and Miss Blondie Mystery going, anyway? I heard Jefferson is rubbing in between you two. Who's the winner, you or him?"

I released a sigh. "I don't know. I wish know too. But the one thing I do know, is that I'm insanely crazy about this girl."

Milah curved a grin. She removed the cigarette from her mouth. "Are you saying you finally found your princess, Prince Charming?"

"Yes. I am. I just wish the Mad Hat Lover will stop rubbing his little nose between us."

"Cut the man some slack, he has a kid after all. It's not easy finding a relationship with someone who's a single parent. God knows what I risked with my son."

I arched an eyebrow, my hands folded together. "What makes you think Emma and Jefferson are getting serious? I know they were pretty interested with each other from the start. But I doubt they would want their relationship up to the next level."

Milah leaned back on the sofa, a playful smirk curved on her lips. "Oh I know for sure those two love birds want a serious relationship. Very serious."

I quickly got off the office chair, and rushed to Milah with unnatural excitement. "What do you know, Milah? Tell me."

"Calm down, kid."

"Just tell me."

Milah inhaled another gush of smoke. "Alright. I was with Robert Newman for lunch. And guess who I spotted. I saw Jefferson dipping his toes with little Miss Blondie. And the air is...Well, very warm...."

I glowered in disgust. "Don't use that filthy language of yours. Argh!"

Milah just laughed hysterically. "...Ha Killian, those two were in a good moment. I couldn't stay for long, but I could tell they were having a serious conversation. I swear I heard him say Grace when I waited for the waiter for my coat."

"Why does he have to be Mr. Perfect? He still is even though he's a parent."

Milah sat up straight. "Killian, take a seat."

"Why?"

"Huh. You are just stubborn like my ex. Just sit down, it won't kill you to do so."

She took my hand, and pushed me down on the sofa. "Are you going to give me one of those parent talks? Well, I'm all ears mom."

"Cut the sarcasm, and listen. You said you're crazy about this girl, but have you thought about how you want the relationship to go to. Because Jefferson is a father, he obviously must had told Emma about his background. If she's not a big fan of being with a man who's a father, she would be turning her next option to you. But as you can see, she didn't do that. It must be fun that she's in a middle of a love triangle. I remember I was in it once, except it was between my marriage and my career. And I chose my career. Look at me, Killian. I'm forty seven who got pregnant when I was thirteen. And I raised a kid and got married in a lousy ceremony in Las Vegas before I applied for college."

"Just get to the point."

Milah lowered the cigarette from her lips. "I just did, kid. Emma is a girl looking for a relationship. She's a grown woman, and I am guessing she is searching for marriage material in her man. And you right now, honey. You don't have any of that in you."

I dug my hands in my hair. "Wh – what am I suppose to do then? I never have been with a woman who wants a future, other than just a causal relationship."

Milah stood up from the sofa. She crouched down on the coffee table, and crushed the cigarette butt on the ash tray. "That's for you to decide. I'm not your magical fairy godmother. You said yourself she's the perfect girl, then go get her before someone else sweep her off her feet." She nudged me on the shoulder, and headed out the door.

'Marriage material. What can I do with something like that?'