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. "Cariña!" 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 into labor 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."

"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.

"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 scholarship 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.

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 to come up with a name.

I chose Milan.

That time Milan seemed to be the perfect name, because well, he wouldn't be with me if it wasn't for the accident in Milan. Now if I think about it, I wished I gave him another name because I really want to forget about the accident and all.

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

"Wow." he breathed out. "So you adopted Milan 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 relationship. 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 related, 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 would come and join us two weeks later, because they had some paperwork to finish. Well, they never made it to Barcelona."

"What?!" Flynn asked shocked.

"The plane 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 Milan 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.

I thought that she wanted to talk to me about Milan, 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 accident?

The accident 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 relationships, 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.

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 accident?" I asked. I was dying to know the answer.

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 for coming and uhm, telling me about Milan."

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

"Well, speaking about Milan. 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.

"Goodnight, pudding."