the love

Maliyah and Sebastian.

I would never think I'd have twins. Especially a girl and a boy. I never knew how hard it would be to become a mother. Everything changed. Completely. My perspective of the world changed. And once I had them in my arms I healed. They healed every hurt I've felt. And you wouldn't understand unless you went through the experience. They gave me a new purpose. And I had to live up to that.

The first year me and Andre fought everyday. As soon as the twins were in bed he was fighting with me. He wasn't ready to become a dad. He loved them with there entire heart. But we were still young. I was so afraid he was going to leave me. I couldn't have him leave me because I truly had no one else. He thought they were Marcel's too. That one hurt the most. I had a lot of school and work. He had a lot of work. Money was never the issue thankfully. I was happy when we going our way back to each other.

I spent another eight years loving him. I spent the next eight years loving my kids and being grateful for my life and the spot I was in. I had a ring on my finger. A good job and a beautiful home.

"Behave and don't annoy your family." I whisper into the twins ears threatening them. His family says they're spoiled brats. His family doesn't like me. His family says I should've gotten the abortion so there previous boy could live. His family is annoying and stuck up. I deal with it because I have no family. I have no say. I've spoken to them, they disrespect me multiple times and I'm always calm. Truth is I hate them. He knows that. He understands. But they are still his family and they love the kids no matter what.

I kiss Andre for a long time knowing I won't see him for this next month. It's summer and they're going to Greece. I can't go this time. He knows I'm focusing on work. As soon as I get this spot and promotion I'll be all his. But they won't take me serious if I just leave half way through. "I'll call you when we land." He kisses my cheek and the twins are rolling their eyes. "Go to the car." He says looking at them. They take the key and do. Leaving us in the room. He acts like we haven't been apart for longer. In the back of my mind I always felt like he may have met another women. I know he hasn't. He never breaks his promises. In that way. I'd probably die that day.

The twins are grown and I don't like treating them like babies. I think we're already sick of the parenting. They are a lot and both have big personalities. From there dad. They look like me though.

"I should delay the flight." He's kissing down my neck. "No, you should go to the kids who are struggling to put there suitcases in the trunk." I smile. He looks back and laughs at them.

I kiss him once more before placing my hand on his chest. "Enough."

"I love you, I'll breathe when the plane lands. Take care of the kids. And don't get crazy without me."

He kissed me and left. I prayed they made a safe trip. When they did. I'm the morning i left the house and had another day of work.

Marcelo POV

It's the afternoon.

I'm standing outside her workplace. Maybe it's crazy but it wasn't hard to find her since she's made a name for herself.

I should text her before stepping in. I want her to be prepared. But I don't. I walk in and am greeted by a women. I try not rolling my eyes as she's giving me fuck me eyes. I tell her exactly who i want. She's suppose to say I need an appointment. That's the rules. But she doesn't care.

'He's hot.' Is all I hear that's being whispered. She never changed her last name. I'm glad. Because that would be fucking disgusting if she really got married. Yet when I went up to her office. I examined her but she didn't notice. And she was married. She chose not to change her name.

'What are you doing here'

That's what I expected. But she acted like I was never even in her past.

Like I was a stranger. Another person in her office.

Serena POV

"Mr.Virano" the front desk states.

"Marcelo virano ?"

"Yes. He's very hot." She whispers.

Don't bring him up Lydia please i beg.

"I'm bringing him up." She always wants me to get into some scandal when it comes to attractive men knowing I'm married with kids. She thinks it's funny but really I'm a busy women with other work. I'll be president one day here. I'm working my way up.  I can work in any department but I chose for the publishing part. I still have to read a lot but I get to decide if it's enough most the time. And give critical reviews and get to tell them no. It's wicked but fun. So fun.

He walks in. With no knock. He steps in. All the air leaves my body looking at him. He's in a tux. My eyes are trailing down him. He looks perfect.

I can choose to tell him to get out, ask why he is here or be professional.

Professional.

He's the past. He sits.

"I want to publish this book."

I stare at the title.

'Their secret'

Very discrete.

"It's more work then just saying you want to publish it."

"I want you to publish it more specifically."

"Don't worry I've done all the other paperwork." He smirks while I start typing on my computer.

"That's it?" I ask as he stands up.

He's leaving.

"I'm in New York for a couple of weeks. That new building that just finished being built. Seventh floor last door to the left."

I know exactly what he's talking about. Of course he would live in a place so wealthy.

I went home that night and decided to read the book in my bed since the kids are with their dad in Greece. I couldn't go this time. I'm loaded with work. He understands. I'm so close to being ceo. Owning that entire building for myself. I want it all. I've grown so much. New York was a big step. And a lot. But it was the best decision. Not Illinois.

I read that entire night. I finished within four hours because I analyzed it. Almost three hundred pages. His writing was beautiful. It was basically a novel. A secret relationship. He used our words we've said to each other. A relationship between a nineteen year old and twenty four year old. This time the age wasn't the issue. It was the society. It's how I imagined we would be. I know he couldn't write about a fifteen year old and twenty year old. It would get backlash and may cause suspicions in a way.

I cried.

So much because the emotions came through me. Because it was beautifully written and I never knew he even possessed that. Because he used my words and described them even more. Every emotion came rushing back. Every feeling. Just a couple wanting to love one another in a time where it was harder to. The period place was different and it was written from her perspective. His perspective being the complete last. The way he wrote it makes me understand that he did understand me. He heard me the entire time. And he wasn't angry.

I cried so hard. Andre had called me when I was taking a cab to that building. I didn't pick up. My heart was racing when I stepped off the elevator. I walked to the end and knocked on the door. He opened. He's awake at two in the morning? He can see how red my eyes are. He made me understand my own feelings.

I love him. I never gave it chance because we were never in a stable position. I could've healed with him. He wasn't the issue. It sounds delusional but it was the truth.

I knew I wasn't crazy.

I knew he was the live of my life the way he kissed me that night. He kissed me hard. But not in away that one of us were going to leave that night.

No.

He kissed me with every emotion he's felt for the past eight years. His arms wrapped around my waist and my hands went into his hair. He would pick me up and lock the door. The kiss was hot and sloppy. He made love to me that night.

He made love to me for many nights.

I cheated on Andre.

But I woke up the next day and asked myself if I regretted it. I ask him if he regretted it. It's funny because our answers were always no.

I woke up the next day naked next to him. He got a tattoo of a book on lower back. It was lovely.

He let me admire him that morning. He let me ride him that morning. We made love to each other. And I told him how in love with him I am. He didn't ask about Andre because it was certain this time. We never gave each other a chance to grow into one another. There was never a chance.

"Don't leave again." I asked knowing I'm late for work.

"I won't. And I won't let you leave me." His thumb is tracing around my lips as we lay on our sides looking at each other.

"In the book...why couldn't you tell me all that back then?"

"Time heals. And it took me years to piece every little thing together." He admits.

"Did you ever fall for someone? While we were apart."

"I did." I nod. I don't want to ask anymore questions yet.

He's my greatest love.

In the book he claimed he couldn't pick when he fell for me. Because every moment with me he fell again and harder. He was lost. It was blurred. He kept falling.