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His words were intended to flatter, but they had the opposite effect on me. I shifted uncomfortably, the age difference between us becoming more apparent than ever.
With his salt-and-pepper hair, he looked old enough to be my father, but his appearance was well-maintained, as if age hadn't worn him down.
The whole situation felt surreal, and I couldn't help but wonder how old he was to be so blatantly flirting with someone as young as me.
Just as the weight of the revelation about Matteo's uncle began to settle in, Keisha's voice broke through the tense atmosphere. "What's going on?" she asked. Her tone was a mix of curiosity and concern.
I turned to see Keisha standing behind me, her presence offering a sense of relief. "Keisha," I said, a mixture of surprise and gratitude.
Francisco's attention shifted to Keisha, and he offered her a polite smile. "And you are?"
Keisha's expression didn't seem too pleased, her brows slightly furrowed as she crossed her arms. "I'm Sophia's friend," she replied curtly, her gaze fixed on Francisco. "And who might you be?"
Francisco's smile remained, and his tone retained its smooth politeness. "I came to greet Sophia," he said, explaining his unexpected presence.
He then turned his attention back to me, his gaze lingering momentarily before speaking again. "I should take my leave now," he said, his voice carrying a note of finality. "Sophia, I'll see you later."
As he walked away, a sense of unease lingered in the air. The whole encounter had left me feeling more bewildered than ever, and I couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to the situation than met the eye.
“Who the fuck was that?” Keisha’s bewildered voice sounded from right beside me.
I didn’t even know where to start.
Chapter 26
Matteo
Back at home, I sank into my couch, the day's events replaying in my mind like a movie on repeat. Sophia's revelation still had me reeling.
Pregnant. I couldn't believe it. It was one of those moments that seemed too surreal to be true.
Slowly, the shock began to wear off, and a whole mix of emotions settled in. I mean, a baby wasn't exactly on my radar, that's for sure.
But my old man always hammered into me the importance of being responsible and stepping up when life throws you a curveball. He was a stand-up dad, and those lessons he drilled into my head stuck.
Sure, this wasn't part of the grand plan I had in my head, but hey, life's all about surprises, right, and I wasn't actually against the idea.
A grin played on my lips as I leaned back, thinking about how life could spin you around and make you see things from a different angle.
Parenthood? Yeah, why not? I was up for the challenge, ready to dive into the unknown with a mix of nerves and excitement. Who would've thought, huh?
My grin faded slightly as I remembered Sophia's hesitation about moving in with me. Of course, I had assured her that her decision would be respected, and I meant every word.
Nevertheless, that didn't mean I wouldn't attempt to present my case. Conveying the potential benefits of living together was something I intended to explore.
Life was throwing me many unexpected curve balls lately, and navigating it wasn't always smooth. Parenthood was a wild twist, and Sophia's stance on living together added another layer of complexity.
But I had always been up for challenges, and this was no different. If I believed in something, I would put in the effort.
The smile on my face faded completely as a less cheerful reality set in. We had some serious conversations ahead, no doubt about that.
It wasn't just about our current situation but about delving into feelings and emotions we hadn't explored. And then there was the bigger issue—my true identity. Just thinking about it was enough to put a damper on things.
Sure, it was a relief to know that she wasn't tied up with Francisco in any way, but the fact that she had no clue who I was hung in the air like a rain cloud.
I wondered how Sophia would react when she found out the truth. Would it push us apart and create a gap that couldn't be bridged?
It was a tough question, and the uncertainty gnawed at the edges of my thoughts. Facing that conversation was inevitable, and the thought was like an approaching storm, with the outcome as unpredictable as the weather.
