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“Can we hire a transport for the children and a company of recreational activities? So that the mothers wouldn’t have to stay there...” I offer and, guess what?One more look.What the fuck! Isabella, on the other hand, seems to have had the animation re-established by my words.
“Mommy, what’s transportation? And what is recreational activities?”Ellasighs and closes her eyes.She briefly shakes her head before looking back at her daughter with her eyes open.
“Bella, there’s more than one, so we sayare, remember?”
“Ok! What are recreational activities? They’re gonna make my friends come to my birthday party?” Guess what? Another look.
“Mommy doesn’t know, but she promises to try, okay? Shall we finish coloring the slime? We need to find out if this is going to work for your birthday!”
The child shakes her head.Clearly torn between cheering up at the goo, or resenting the mother’s evasive response, but for the happiness of the nation, after just a minute, she chooses the first option.
“Let’s go! Marcos and I were going to do the yellow one now!”
“Were you, huh?”Ellaasks, directing me a raised eyebrow when she finds my hand still in the gooey pot. Oh, shit!
“Yep!” Isabella confirms, shaking her head.
“Are you still going?” she asks directly to me.But after all that, if there’s one thing I don’t want, it’s to risk saying or doing anything else I shouldn’t.
“No... Not really... Now that you’re here, I’ll go upstairs…” I warn, finally releasing my fingers and getting up from the stool.
“But, Marcos... We haven’t even painted the slime…”
“I know, Bella, but now your mother’s back... She’ll help you.” The girl watches me, twists her mouth and, much less excited than I would like her to be to feel at peace, shrugs.
Antonella says nothing as I wipe my hands on a dishcloth and collect my things.However, on her face, there is a look, different from the previous one, this one does not scold me, it asks me:What are you doing, Marcos?
And that’s definitely an excellent question.One to which I have no answer.
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“She got you pretty good, didn’t she?” I turn toward the kitchen entrance and find a smiling Antonella walking toward me.
My eyes stroll involuntarily across the curvy body wearing nothing but a black nightgown.The piece is short and mixes lace and some other kind of fabric that I have no idea what it’s called.My cock gets to life immediately and Ella clears her throat, reminding me that I need to pay attention from her neck up as well.
“Sorry, I was...”
“Staring at me.” Laughing, she passes me, goes to the refrigerator and takes out a jar of juice.Antonella moves through the kitchen naturally, as much or more owner of the space she occupies than I do.The observation makes me raise my eyebrows.
She picks up a glass, pours herself the yellow drink, and sits before the countertop with the glass full.I tilt my head slightly without knowing how to reply to her comment.Are we making fun of this now?Because the throbbing between my legs is definitely not funny.
“Maybe...” I choose a diplomatic way out, and her raised eyebrow would be enough of an answer, but she also speaks.
“Sure... Not fucking way maybe is the right answer to that question, Marcos.”
“You can swear?” The question is much more of an accusation than anything else, and Antonella laughs with a fucking beautiful smile. So fucking beautiful.
“Do you see Isabella around here, Marcos?” I snort, not wanting to admit defeat.
“She is...”
“A little manipulator…” she cuts me off, and her statement makes my eyes widen. “What? She’s my daughter, she came out of me and there’s nothing I won’t do for her, but that doesn’t change the facts.Isabella is able to get almost anything from anyone with only sad eyes and a pout.”
“Yea! God! The sad eyes and the pout!” I agree, desperate, remembering the sulking expression, which would have been able to make me promise to bring her the Sun, the Moon and the stars if she wanted.
Antonella laughs, shakes her head, denying it, and takes a sip of her juice again.
“For future reference, Marcos...No matter how sad she seems, you don’t make promises, you ask me. Always! You always ask me!” I shake my head, nodding, and she rubs her hands on her face.The mood of before is slightly shaken by something.
