"I'm hungry, mommy." Milan whined after we exited the Peter Pan attraction.

"I know a good spot to eat. Let's go to Annette's Dinner, they serve the most delicious burgers and milkshakes." Zhoya said.


We went to Annette's Dinner, it was such a beautiful place. The kids felt so at ease and it wasn't so crowded, so we could eat and talk in peace.

"Was it fun today?" I asked Amari and Milan as they took a sip of their milkshake.

"Yes." they both yelled out in unison.


"I love candy cotton." Amari said happily.

"Cotton candy." I corrected her. "What about you Milan?"


"Peter Pan was so fun... And oh when I saw Mickey. He's even better in real life mom." Milan's eyes sparkled from excitement as he said that.

"I like the ice cream." Flynn said and Roger nodded his head at that. "Yes, the ice cream was so good. It was worth the wait."

The line for ice cream was so long, they had to wait thirty minutes. Luckily in the end it all paid off.

We talked a little more and then we were ready to go home. It was such a fun day at disneyland. We all had a good time and I got to know Zhoya and Roger better.

When we arrived home, Milan and Amari showered, and then they could watch a movie before going to bed. It took fifteen minutes to choose a movie. Moana it was.

Flynn and I sat on the balcony in our room gazing at the stars and the moon. It was a beautiful night.

"Did you had fun today?" Flynn asked, sitting down next to me.

"A lot of fun."

"Mmh, me too." He said. We stayed silent for awhile until he let out a deep tiring sigh.

"What?" I asked as I studied his expressionless face.

"You're here." He whispered softly.

"Huh? What?" I was confused.

"I said you're here." he repeated.

"Yes, I am." I furrowed my brows in confusion.

"I still can't believe it."

"Well----," I didn't know what to say. The only thing I could do was stare at him, waiting, until he says something else.

"I-- You have no idea how much I missed you. How sorry I am. Like, you just have no idea."

"Of course I do." I said, "Flynn, I think mine was even worse. I cried for days. I couldn't get over you. Like ever."

"No you don't pudding. You don't. Do you have the feeling that even though the person is next to you, you are still afraid. Because I do. I'm afraid that I'll lose you again and that you'll never come back. I always think about the what if's. What if you would never come back? I would probably go insane."

I stayed silent for awhile and sighed deeply. "I'm here to stay, Vasilios. And I know what you feel. I know exactly what you feel. Come here."

I opened my arms and hugged him tightly.

"Please stay forever." He mumbled softly.

"As long as you don't do stupid stuff."

"Does buying a High top sneaker for Amari count as stupid?" He asked, still hugging me.

"Tell me it's not the Giuseppe one. Those cost almost five hundred bucks."

"That's the one."

"Vasilios!"

Jill Malik P.O.V



"Happy birthday, Amari!"

I can't believe that my baby girl is three years old today. She's growing up so fast.

She looked so beautiful in her pink dress that Aunt Lydia bought for her as a present. She even wore heels. Zhoya and Roger bought those for her. They were so cute, pink heels with fluff in the front. I was so against it in the beginning, but later on I insisted. It's her birthday after all and I wanted her to feel special.

Zhoya made a three layers red velvet birthday cake with a lot of whip cream. She and Roger decorated their house so Amari could feel extra special today.

Early in the morning Flynn and Milan went out. They are still not back yet and it was already nine. In a half hour we would have breakfast.

I was worried. Both of them were so suspicious this morning. Flynn tried to sneak out of the room, but when he opened the door I immediately woke up.

"We're home." I heard from the living room. Amari immediately ran towards them while I followed her. I let out a loud gasp as I saw what was now in the living room. Unicorn balloons, roses, and a whole bunch of designer bags.

I was about to say something when my eyes caught a movement outside. "Is that a---,"

I couldn't finish my sentence, because of how shocked I was. Completely and utterly shocked. I can't believe my eyes.

"A pony?" Flynn finished my sentence for me and grinned sheepishly, "Yes, it is. Isn't she beautiful?" He looked outside the window and stared at the pony in awe. "Her name is rainbow."

"You...you bought a pony for her?" I stuttered, I was still shocked.

"No, I mean do you want me to buy it for her? I just rented this one for a couple of hours." He said nonchalantly. As if normal dads would do that for their daughter's third birthday.

"Oh god, no. And are those Gucci bags?" There were at least fifteen Gucci bags on the floor. And the roses. And balloons. Oh and also the pony.

"Yes, pudding. You will totally like the clothes on her. It's the from their new collection."

I let out a deep sigh and shook my head. It's not like I could do anything about it. "She will be so spoiled. Look, she's already wearing heels."

Flynn chuckled and walked over towards me. He planted a kiss on my forehead. "You are a great mommy. Thank you for everything you do for her."

"It's my duty. But oh my god, is it really necessary to buy her all these expensive stuff?"

Flynn placed his finger on my lips to silence me. "Shh pudding, let's go have breakfast. Amari baby girl, let's eat."

"But I wanna play with the pony."

"You can play with the pony later, baby girl." Flynn said and carried her to the kitchen. Zhoya had already prepared breakfast for us all. Croissants and Toasts.

"I also made scrambled eggs and fried eggs." She said, "Dig in guys."

Breakfast was delicious. Zhoya was a really great cook.

We went back to the living room to open the presents. Even Milan got a present from Flynn. He got an Xbox. Amari got clothes, dolls, and an inflatable castle.

"Thanks daddy." She jumped on Flynn and hugged him tightly, burying her head in the crook of his neck.

I watched them in complete awe. They were so cute and perfect and...oh how I wished I had told Flynn earlier about her. He wouldn't had to miss her first birthday or her second. And he would be there when she said her first word, which bytheway wasn't mommy or daddy, but cake. Her first word was cake.

"Mommy?"

I looked at Milan who was sitting next to me. My handsome little boy. "Yes mi amor?"

"If i'm in High school can I come live with you?"

I nodded my head at him and ruffled his hair. "That's what I promised you. You will attend High school in America."

He smiled widely. "Yes!! I'll see Ariana grande and I'll marry her!"

Flynn laughed at that. "Ariana grande? She's way too old for you, bud."

"No," He said, shaking his head, "She is twelve. She looks like it."

"I don't know how to tell you this." I said, laughing nervously. "But uhm, she's already engaged."

"What?!" Milan's eyes widened in shock and surprise. "To who?!"

"To some guy. I don't know his name."

"Well," Milan shrugged his shoulders. "That doesn't mean that I don't have a chance. A goal has a goalkeeper, but that doesn't mean that I cannot score." Milan said, making the whole room laugh. He's way to smart for his own good.

"Mom," He said. "Do you know I'm the best defender in the football team? I want to be a professional footballer. I would be the best defender ever and Ariana Grande would love me."

I laughed. "Well, it doesn't matter what you want to be in the future. As long as you're happy."