Jill Malik P.O.V

I threw a bowl of chicken in the large frying pan as I continued to chop the onions. Chicken Costa Brava was my favorite food and probably the only dish I could make.


"So, you haven't told your novio about Milan?" Aunt Lydia asked as she stood next to me and sprinkled salt in the pineapple juice. Her hair was tied in a tight knot on top of her head, I was afraid her scalp would come off.

I shook my head. "He's not my boyfriend Tía and I didn't know he would get out of the car otherwise I would have told him."

The only reason I didn't want to tell Flynn about Milan was because he will ask so many questions. And I don't know if I could answer them without bursting out in tears.


"He will ask so many questions Tía."

Aunt Lydia shook her head in disapproval. "I'm pretty sure he will. But I think you're ready to answer them aren't you cariña?" She wiped her hands on her apron and waited for my answer.


"Yes, I am. It has been six years already."

Aunt Lydia smiled at my answer. "Good, because he deserves to know. He looked really confused when he saw Milan. And Oh have I told you that Larissa visited me during christmas last year?"

I snapped my head at her in surprise when she mentioned Larissa's name. "Really?" I asked happily. I'm so glad she could finally visit her home town without getting flashbacks about her father, Uncle David.

"Yeah, we spent Christmas together with Milan. I wished you were here."

I sighed as I threw the onions and garlic in the pan. "I wished that too, I was so busy with finals."

"That's okay, I hope you can make it this year though." Aunt Lydia threw some tomatoes, olives and salsa in the pan and poured the pineapple juice before putting the lid on it.

"Mommy." I felt someone tugging on the bottom of my shirt. I looked down and saw my little rayo de sol.

"Yes, mi amor." I cooed as I picked him up.

I put him on the kitchen counter and watched what he was taking out of his pocket. It was his school report. I opened it and a smile crept on my face. "These are really good grades amor."

"Yes mommy, can we go get ice cream after dinner?" he asked sweetly. Oh god, it's so hard to say no to his sweet voice.

I laughed softly and kissed him on his nose. "Well, it's too late to get ice cream now. What about tomorrow?"

He nodded eagerly. "Yes, muchas gracias."

I was so happy he was learning spanish. Milan was enrolled in a private school where they teach in english. It was quite expensive, but I want to give him the best of the best, because he deserves it. At home Aunt Lydia teaches him to speak spanish and it was so cute if he did.

"De nada, but now I have to finish dinner okay? Do you want to wait in the living room with Tía, until I said dinner's ready?."

He nodded and jumped off the kitchen counter and immediately ran to the living room. I did the final touches on dinner and started to set the table. After fifteen minutes I called that dinner was ready.

"Smells so good, right Milan?" Aunt Lydia said as she came into the kitchen followed by Milan.

"Mommy is a good cook."

"Aw, you wound me amor, I'm not a good cook?" Aunt Lydia asked, pretending she was hurt.

"I love your churros." Milan shrugged.

I laughed as I scooped rice and chicken on their plate. We prayed and had dinner.

During dinner we talked about Milan's upcoming birthday party, which would be held on Sunday. It would not be a grand birthday party. Only Milan's friends and Larissa were invited. I told Aunt Lydia about my life in New york, my new job, and how I was able to send her money every month. In turn she told me about Milan, her job as a freelancer, and Larissa.

I haven't seen Larissa since that day in Milan, six years ago. She had called me a couple of times, but when I changed numbers we lost touch. Occasionally I saw her in tabloids of beauty magazines. She became a really well known model in France and Italy.

After dinner Aunt Lydia offered to do the dishes and told me to put Milan in bed.

"Mommy, I'm done with brushing my teeth." he said as he showed me his set of perfectly white teeth.

"Good boy, now go to bed so I can turn the lights off." I walked towards his night lamp and turned it on. I tugged him in and gave him a goodnight kiss before leaving his room.

"Mommy." he whispered as he held my hand.

"Can you tell me the story of my other mommy and daddy?"

Jill Malik P.O.V

"Did you had fun mi amor?" I asked Milan as we walked back home from the park. The park was crowded with parents and their kids. Milan wanted to stay longer, but it was almost seven at night and I needed to get home and get ready to go to dinner with Flynn.

"Yes mommy." he licked his ice cream and then looked up at me with cream all over his upper lip and nose.

I chuckled at the sight and wiped the cream away with my thumb. "Now that's better."

"Are you going to have dinner with us tonight too mommy?" he asked, holding my pinky finger.

"No, I'm going to have dinner with Flynn."

"Your boyfriend?"

My eyes widened as he said that. "No, he's just a friend."

"So your friend boy?"

I looked at him in complete shock. He's too smart for his own good.

"Well yeah kinda, he's just a friend amor." I ruffled his hair and accidentally also dipped his face in the ice cream.

"Mommy!" he yelped and looked up at me with ice cream covered all over his face. "Look what you did."

"I'm sorry." I chuckled and wiped the cream from his nose and licked it. "Mmh, that taste good."

We arrived home and Aunt Lydia was already waiting for us on the patio. "Well well, look who we have here ice cream face." She said as she tickled Milan.

"Tía..." he giggled, "Stop it, my cone will fall."

"Did you had fun?" Aunt Lydia asked.

Milan nodded. "Yes, we went to the park and then afterwards mommy bought me ice cream."

"Did you told mommy what your favorite flavor is?"

"Mommy knew my favorite flavor."

I nodded. "Chocolate chip cookie."

Aunt Lydia looked up at me in surprise. "You remembered." she whispered.

"Of course I remember every little thing about my not so little boy." I laughed and pinched his cheeks.

We walked inside and aunt Lydia went to give Milan a bath so I could get ready for my dinner with Flynn.

He didn't tell me if it would be a fancy dinner or just a casual one and I had a hard time choosing what to wear. When I saw that I only had fifteen minutes before Flynn arrived I grabbed the first dress that I think would look presentable. It was a red high low dress with straps. Reina bought this for me when we went to a party two years ago. I slipped on the dress and it was a little snug on the breast department, but nonetheless it still looked pretty on me. I slipped on my nude three-inch heels that I'd manage to walk in flawlessly without tripping since I worked for Ximena.

Number one rule in Ximena's company: Heels are a girl's best friend. I applied a minimum of makeup and curled the ends of my hair.

"Mommy, you are so pretty." a cute boyish voice came from behind me. I turned around and saw Milan in his spiderman pajamas.

"Thank you mi amor." I walked over to him and kissed him on his forehead. He smelled so fresh out of the shower.

"Did you already have dinner?"

He shook his head. "Nope, Tia is still cooking."

I grabbed my purse and walked with Milan to the kitchen. The smell of lasagna filled in the small kitchen.

"Mmm, this smells delicious." I murmured as my mouth started to water.

"You look gorgeous cariña." Aunt Lydia hushed as she turned around from the stove. "Are you sure he isn't your novio?"

I shook my head and laughed. "I'm positive he's not."

I was about to help Aunt Lydia to set the table, when there was a knock on the door.

"I think it's Flynn. I should go now." I said and went to open the front door.

Aunt Lydia and Milan followed behind me. I opened the door and Flynn was standing there dressed in a sharp black tuxedo with a bouquet of roses. "Hey." he greeted smiling his eyes trailing over my body. "You look beautiful."

"Thanks." I replied as I pushed a strand of hair to the side. He gave me a final once over before he handed me the roses. "Here, these are for you."

I took the flowers out of his hands. They were beautiful and freshly picked. "Thank you, they're beautiful." I murmured eyeing the beautiful red and white roses. I handed them to Aunt Lydia so she could put them in a vase and then I squatted down to Milan.

"Are you going to be a good boy when mommy's gone?"

He nodded and grinned. "I'm always a good boy mommy."

I ruffled his hair and stood up to face Flynn who was standing there watching me in complete awe.

"Shall we?" he asked, holding out his hand for me to take. I placed my hand in his as we left. "See you later." I said to Aunt Lydia and Milan before I closed the door behind me.

We walked towards the car and he opened the door for me. "Chivalry is not dead." I joked. He just rolled his eyes as smiled silently. "Of course not pudding."

"So, how did the meeting went?" I asked, trying to make the car ride a little less awkward. "It went great, how was your day?" he asked his eyes fixed on the road. "It was fun, Aunt Lydia and I had a lot of catching up to do."

He nodded, but didn't say anything.

"So where are we going?"

"We're going to the Cinc sentits restaurant, one of my favorites." he replied. "Have you been there before?"

I shook my head. "Nope."

After a couple of minutes we arrived at the restaurant. He parked his car and then got out of his seat to open my door.

What a gentleman.

I gave him a small smile and then we walked inside the restaurant. He wrapped his arms around my waist and squashed me to his side.

"As long as you're with me I don't want any other man staring at you." he whispered in my ear sending shivers down my spine.

"This is not a date Vasilios." I whispered back shakily.

"Date or no date, I don't like creepy men staring at my lady." he chuckled possessively.

I pinched him softly on his side and he winced, but kept a straight face because the waiters noticed us. They started to make their way towards us and judging by the expression on their face, they knew Flynn.

"Mr. Vasilios." one of them said. "Welcome back." Then he looked over at me. "I see, you brought a lady with you."

"Good evening Carlos, I hope there's a table for me and the lady."

Carlos nodded. "Yes, of course..Follow me." he said and escorted us to our table.

We sat down and he gave us the menus. "I will come back to take your order later." he said and walked away.

"Do you want to order the seven course?" Flynn asked without looking at the menu.

"Isn't that too much?" I was hungry, but also not that hungry.

"Nothing is too much for you pudding."

"Is this a date in disguise?" I asked jokingly as I put the menu down.

He laughed heartily and took my hand in his. "Maybe." he replied winking and kissed my knuckles.

I gasped as my eyes widened. "You sneaky bastard !"

This time he laughed louder and shook his head. "Calm down pudding, it's just dinner. So do you want the seven course?"

I nodded, I'm not really picky about food

He motioned to the waiter that we were ready to order. The waiter hurriedly walked towards us and got out his notepad. "What will it be?"

"The seven course meal and the most expensive wine you have." The waiter scribbled something on the notepad and then looked up again. "Something else?"

Flynn shook his head and the waiter walked away. "Did I already told you that you look beautiful?" Flynn asked when the waiter left.

I blushed. "You did Vasilios."

He chuckled lightly. "So, about Milan huh."

I gulped, here we go. "Uhm yeah about that. I'm sorry I didn't tell you about him earlier."

"Him?"

"Yeah, Milan right. My son." I clarified, air quoting son.

"What?" Flynn asked confused.

"That's what you want to know right. About Milan."

"Yes, as in Milan the city."

This time I was the one that look confused at him. "What? No, as in Milan the little boy who calls me mom."

"His name is Milan?" he asked astonished.

"I thought you had figured that out."

"No, I thought you were talking about the city Milan."

I shook my head, what the hell? "No, I was talking about my son, why would I talk about a city that you can easily google ?"

"Shit! Why did you named him after a city? I thought you were talking about the one ni...Never mind. Why did you air quote son earlier?" he asked while shaking his head.

I sighed deeply. "Because he's not my biological son."

"What do you mean?" Flynn looked at me like a lost child.

"It's a long story" I muttered.

"I have all night pudding, but do you want to talk about it before or after dinner?"

I thought about it for a while. "After." I said.

He nodded. "Great choice, because dinner is here."

The waiter came back with our dinner and wine. He poured wine in our glasses and served us our food. It all looked so good and smelled so delicious.

After dinner I started the story. I let the memories that I stored at the back of my head come back to life. All these years I successfully tried to forget them and today I'm going to relive them again.

It was the day I went back to Barcelona from Milan. I was driving, listening to Enrique Iglesias, when suddenly a car came on my side of the road.