Six years later..Sofia."Momma! Miss Ania gave me this! It's so fluffy!" Throwing his hands up, I break a smile at the sight of his big blue eyes gleaming as he shook a new stuffed toy. It was his birthday today and his friends and his preschool teacher wanted to throw him a little party at the park. It was a win win situation, whereas the kids got out of class to play and have some fun and I had my little boy distracted while I planned his party at home and I thankfully managed to finish everything up in time to pick him up."Look, look, loooook! Lydie gave me this," he blushed at the mention of the cute red head. She was Layla's daughter and Camille's four year old niece."Wow, those are amazing," I gushed matching his enthusiasm, "You know, you can open the rest of them at home. I'll help you. Now, stay with your friends while I go say hi to your teacher, okay?" I kissed his temple, brushing away his dirty blond curls "Okay!" He agreed, jumping up as skidded over to his classmat

Sofia.Flashback..."Here!" A hand grasped onto a lilly, holding it to my face, blocking my vision of the sweet brown haired boy as he looked at my reaction. "This is for you, Sof!"Awestruck, I blushed, shakily grabbing the beautiful flower. Giving him a blinding smile, my eyes glistened in the warm sun energizing my gloomy self. "It's so pretty. Thanks!""It's no biggie," his lips stretched into a full blown grin, giggling as I caught his warm eyes. I felt myself turn beet red, fidgeting with my hands as he uttered, shyly. "Pretty people deserve getting pretty things!""Y-you think.. that I'm p-pretty?" I stuttered, rocking on my heels, back and forth. Not used to the adorable and effortless way he complimented me in. And in the state that I was in, I couldn't believe that he really thought that I was anything close to being... pretty.The word seemed so foreign.Because I was no match to the flower he had compared me with."Mhm, really cute too.""T-thanks," I stammered, turning my

Sofia.My eyes began to water. My mouth felt too dry and my throat felt parched but not from emotion. But because of who was sitting right in front of me. Being him. Fucking Arsen.There was one great thing about me that I took pride in. My ability to remember every single person that I meet's name. Be it days, months or years, I always remember. It was a talent at this point. For me to not forget this man from six years ago.The same idiot that tried to slyly swerve his way into my life.Clenching my jaw, I plastered a smile on my face as I faced him, grinning at me without a care taking sips of his latte. "What the fuck is this?" I almost growled. "Couldn't bother telling me that I actually know you?""Oh, do you, now?" He looked smug.I rolled my eyes and asked. Genuinely curious. Slightly vindictive. Overly caffeinated. "What's your endgame?" I felt my fingers twitch as looked at me like a curious puppy. "What do you mean?" His confusion made it even worse for me to keep my comp