“What's up, doc?” Alex asked ten minutes later.
"His pupils are responding well and the bleeding has stopped,” replied the doctor Alex had called when he’d seen what was happening in the room when he arrived.
True to his word, Alex had arrived a few minutes later as he lived one floor above us.
The surprise of finding myself next to a very pale Louis and holding a towel to the wound on his head had vanished after a few seconds and then he proceeded to call the doctor who was now carefully evaluating said wound.
I was grateful I had reacted to dressing and fixing Louis's underwear before anyone else arrived, although Aiden hadn't had the same luck since he had seen every part of both Louis and me.
“So what, doc? Why isn’t him reacting?” Alex asked looking carefully at the unconscious man on the bed.
"Because, although the blow was not strong enough
Hmm... something smelled amazing. I took a deep breath and my lungs filled again with the same rich, seductive scent. As I moved a little, my body made contact with another and then I remembered my wife. At some point in the night, we had switched positions and I had ended up with my face buried in her neck and her arms hugging me. I didn’t want to move; I was in paradise. "My secret is buttermilk,” said a voice, breaking my dream moment. “Really? Louis never uses that.” "And chocolate chips. The best pancakes have chocolate chips, otherwise they aren’t pancakes.” “Then I don't know what Louis has fed me these days.” I was going to kill Alex Hardy. What the hell was that bastard doing in my house poisoning Aiden's mind? I started to get up when a sharp pang in my head left me frozen in place, reminding me of what happened the night before. Shit, the boy had tried to kill me with a tennis
So what can I say except you're welcomeFor the islands I pulled from the seaThere's no need to pray, it's okayYou're welcomeHa, I guess it's just my way of being meYou're welcomeYou're welcome. What I least expected when the elevator doors opened, was to find Louis still in his chef's uniform, singing and dancing throughout the room, Sansa following him everywhere and Milena wearing her Hawaiian costume clapping happily with the show my ridiculous husband was giving to her. Hey, it's your day to say, "You're welcome" 'Cause I'm gonna need that boatI'm sailing away, away, you're welcome'Cause Maui can do anything but float. I met the bright gaze of Aiden, dressed in his usual jeans and T-shirt, sitting on the couch next to his little sister, amused by the ridiculousness of the situation. It amused me to see Milena dressed in that way, when yesterday she didn’t even want to see the skirt of her costu
“Did you pack everything?” “Yeah, baby.” “You’re sure?” “Eva...” "Okay, I'll go change Mile and we're off." I sighed without taking my eyes off my wife as she went to the baby's room to take off her pajamas so we could go to the party. We'll talk about that in a moment, but for now, let's talk about the following: I had lied to my wife. And I almost choked when I did. But what could I do? I had panicked when I saw her own panic creep over her features. I don't want your love, baby. Of course I wanted it, I wanted all from her. I really wanted my wife to love me. Because, you know the funniest part? At some point since we met, I had started to fall in love with her. I had fallen in love with those children. I had fallen in love with the family we had become, the family I never had and I never even thought I would have. That's why I would hate when the day t
“What the hell is this?” "Hmm... Pizza?" “Pizza?” I repeated looking with horror at the plate before me, "Explain to me when I said that the dough should be like rubber. What flour did you use?" "Hmm, well...” “What?” "Gluten-free flour,” he murmured. "But, what the fuck?” I snapped, taking the plate out of my sight, "Didn't you take notes yesterday when we went through the fermentation process? I think you signed up to be a gastronomic pro, who knows the correct process to produce the dishes your customers ask for. Do you think I would order this in a Michelin restaurant?” “No, chef, but―” “What is this?” I interrupted him again, detailing more closely what I had ingested. “Vegan cheese, chef...” Chef Mauro next to me made a sound of horror. “What was wrong with the mozzarella at your station?” He said with his accent even more pronounced than before. "I don't like to touch animal produc
I was screwed. Really screwed. I knew the man was dangerous when I met him, but what did I do? I invited him to my office to fuck my brain out. And now look at me: married, with children and even with a damned pet that made us look like the typical happy family. Although we didn’t have to pretend much because we were really happy. Aiden had been improving a lot around Louis, now they were talking and joking and just yesterday, he’d surprised Louis with a hug as soon as he came home from school because he had gotten a ten in biology. And Milena as long as she had something to eat was always happy. The girl seemed to have a bottomless pit as a stomach lately and seemed addicted to the cookies Louis brought her from the supermarket. Sansa? She had decided to move into the baby's room and now they shared a bed every night, which we greatly appreciated as it allowed us to sleep the whole night, because apparently, Milena wou
“That you what?!” Mick exclaimed with wide eyes. "It's what we wanted... right?” I insisted anxious “We talked about it years ago...” “Eva,” he cut me off once he moved over the surprise “Just a few months ago we opened the nightclub, and now you want to close it? Don't you remember how much we invested in this place?” "I'm not saying to close it, just to change it." "In a restaurant,” he reminded me, "You want to change the whole fucking place to a restaurant." “It's not that much work, Mick. Just... we just have to knock down the wall that divides the areas and create a large space.” “That wall is a load-bearing wall, Eva.” "And Christopher is still in New York,” I answered smiling, "He could tell us what to do if we had a clear idea of everything." "This is all the English son of a bitch's idea, isn't it?" “What? Of course not! Mick, our dream was always to have a space for our music, and we never dared to
"So, we have a plan?" "We have a plan,” Alex and I nodded at Matt's words. “Who will speak?” “You.” We repeat at the same time. “What are you guys here for?” "Just support.” We spoke again at the same time. “Why did we bring Mark?” Matt asked turning to his brother. "Alex needed a babysitter,” he sighed, nodding towards the boy who was watching us all from his chair. “Why didn't you leave him at the kindergarten?” I inquired without being able to stop seeing the boy's hair. We all took our children to the same daycare, which was in the building where they all worked and which Mark owned. "He didn't want to let me go,” Alex muttered, smiling at his son, "Abbie is studying and I like spending time with Luke when she's not around." "This could be dangerous,” I pointed out. "And that's why Mark will lock himself up with Luke in the car and leave with him if necessary,” he explained casually,
"So, you can do it?” I asked feeling like I’d exploded with excitement. "Yeah, but, hmm... Eva, it's going to be expensive." I looked at Christopher with some apprehension. “How much?” I mumbled feeling Mick's hand on my shoulder. “About seventy grands at least,” he explained uneasy, “I know that at first glance it doesn't seem to need that much money, but if you want to make an extension, knock down a load-bearing wall, have a stage, a professional kitchen and also build an outdoor bar upstairs, we're going to need at least that.” Woao. It was the only thing I could think. "And that's because we're friends, Eva. I’m not including my profit. I'm just including the equipment and supplies. Of course, you know that I have no problem paying for everything. I know you've worked with Mark that way and I don't see why I can't do the same.” He grinned at me before pulling me to him for a hug. “It’s just that we’re still