Chapter 8

Not being able to sleep at all for thinking about my return to Panama. That only makes me feel more awake, my stomach upset and my thoughts about everything and nothing do not leave me alone. Looking at the time, it is very early, but I decide to get up to prepare breakfast myself, my sunshine is happy when I pamper him with these little details. Going down to the kitchen, I see Brenda and smile.

"Good morning miss,” her beautiful smile greets me first.

"Good morning Brenda," I approach her, "today I will be the one to prepare breakfast, you will take care of lunch and dinner," the woman nods. I still remember when I got to this house, they wouldn't let me do anything, but of course I wasn't going to let myself go, I had to help and I did.

"Okay miss, I'll go ahead with other duties," one last smile and she leaves, for my part I go to the kitchen to do my thing. Two hours later with breakfast on the table, I sigh when I see him, I will miss having breakfast with him.

"Good morning Wonder" I feel his kiss on my head, smiling I turn.

"Good morning ..." I greet when I see him with my brown in his arms, “I know you both woke up at the same time,” I take my child in my arms to feed him.

"Actually, piccolo uomo woke me up," he winks at me.

“My baby is an alarm clock,” I look at that man who has done so much for me, “let's sit down, I want to enjoy this last breakfast,” my son when he feels my breast in his mouth begins to feed like the glutton he is.

"You speak as if we're never going to see each other again," he says mockingly, "don't be so dramatic Wonder, for when you come back, I'll be here waiting for you." I look at him with accusing eyes.

"Speaking of which, why didn't you answer me yesterday or call me back?" I raise an eyebrow and looked at him annoyed.

"Come on, don't look at me like that, I was busy and since I knew I would come I wanted to surprise you," he winks at me and I can't help but laugh, I can't keep still with his winks.

"Okay, I believe you, but if you don't get to take the calls I make from Panama, when I get here you will be a dead man, understand?"

He puts his hand on his head like a soldier, “sir, yes, sir."

I laugh when I see him do that nonsense, “you don't change Francesco, you're crazy,” I've only known him for almost 10 months and it's as if I've known him all my life, our relationship happened quickly, we understood each other instantly and the chemistry was right, it was almost like with my friends, we got along from minute one.

Breakfast passes quickly, whenever I'm with him everything seems to fly, I feel so comfortable with him that I never feel the time go by.

"The boys have called me," he looks at me sitting on the sofa in front of me, “I was not aware of them not being aware your trip,” I frown, “I told them you were leaving, I didn't know you were keeping it hidden,”

I snort, “take it easy, I wasn't going to leave without saying anything, you've done well." I smile to reassure him, I look away at the clock in front of me, I wish the hours would go by slower.

"You should invite your friend, it would be good to meet him," I look away again, this time to see my marrone, I don't want Randon to see him, not until we have nowhere to go and he makes a fuss on me when we're both in the jet.

“I better not, if he's here I'll have to pay more attention to him for being the visitor and you know how our friends are, yesterday when they met,” I shake my head again and again, “the whole atmosphere became strange.” I shrug my shoulders, “I'll be with him when I get to Panama, after all I'll need help to get mom out of that state she's in,” I feel his insistent gaze on me, I try not to look at him, but it's in vain, I raise an eyebrow.

“You cannot avoid the inevitable,” he says then gets up and leaves the room. I snort desperately, I know that I cannot avoid things forever, but the longer I lengthen them the better, so I will know how to do things, or at least I will try to know them.

"Good," I hear the cry of Fatima, my son is startled and begins to cry.

“Great! You just make arrived and the baby is crying,” Mica reproaches her.

"He has been interrupted in his food." I look at my friends smiling as I try to calm my grumpy son.

"Were you thinking of leaving without saying anything?" Steve asks in front of me.

"Yeah, how bad of you," Roderick looks at me sadly.

“I was not going to leave without saying anything,” I look at each one, “I was going to call you to spend the day together, only that my sun was faster,” I clarify, “so leave your accusations and fill this angel with love because he will be gone for a month.” My friends sits opposite me.

"You do well Olethea, your mother needs you," I raise an eyebrow at Fatima, “your sun told us everything,” she shrugged.

“Quiet, you did well, you are doubting this and you should not be,” Steve does not take his gaze from me, “she is your mother and she needs you. And yes, I know why you had not gone, but you must understand that everything has its time and the time to return has already arrived for you.”

“He's right,” Mica supports him, “she's your mother and she needs you, you must do the right things.”

Biting my lips, I give a sigh of defeat, my friends are very right, “okay, you are absolutely right, now I only have to travel and help my mother because that's what I really want, nothing else matters." I smile at them, determined about what I'm going to do.

"But we're going to miss this little thing a lot," Micaela takes away my son who had calmed down.

"We're going to miss him a lot,” my sunshine enters the living room. "It'll be hell, the house will so empty," He frowns as he thought about it.

“Easy man, I can arrange a party in this house, I will bring in a lot of asses so you can overcome the sadness and abandonment," Fatima laughs, I look at her venomously.

"Don't be an indecent woman," I growled at her, " pray that I don't find out you've done shit like that, or you're going to see it with me. Is that clear?"

My friend, still laughing, looks at me, “damn it, easy. But you are so overprotective of your man," she mocks and I roll my eyes, she's impossible, “he also needs to have fun and you know it.”

I snort, "yes I know, but that fun that you want to give is not to my liking, I don't want him to be seen doing that," I look at her seriously, I'm not playing games.

“Calm down Wonder,” he sits next to me and hugs me, “you're very tense honey, you should relax, I'll be fine and you will be fine as well as the baby.” I take a deep breath, he is right, I must calm down or am I able to bring out that shitty temper as they call me? “I want you to be calm and focus on your mother,” he kisses me on the head.