Friday, I'm In Love

Chapter Four

- Present Day - 

Tuesday 

Looking at the time on the clock you notice you have two minutes before Mickey had texted to say he's be here. Setting the kettle on you smooth out the dress you had one and walked into the living area where Hector was playing with his backpack zip, swinging his legs on the couch. At the sound of a nonchalant knocking on the door you realise the breath you didn't realise you were holding. 

"πατερούλης" 

"Hey Buddy!" 

"English Hector" you raise a brow and motion to Mickey who's bending down to revive his son with open arms. 

"Sorry" he says, his cute greek accent increasing more as he grows up. 

"Its alright little man, I knew what you meant." He puts a smile back on Hector's face before scooping him up and standing up towards you. 

"Coffee?" You ask, the kettle just coming off boil.

"Sure, could use the caffeine actually...." he tries to jest but you roll your eyes. 

"If you're hungover ..." 

"I'm not hungover Y/N..." he retorts quickly as you enter the kitchen. 

"Can I watch TV before we go?" Hector looks up hopeful at you and back at his Dad. 

"Sure thing sweet pea" you reply in greek and he jumps down and puts on some cartoons. 

"English Y/N" Mickey mocks you. 

"So, I heard you set fire to a sofa the other night? Can't imagine your new roommate was impressed with the treatment of her stuff?" You ask nonchalantly while you busy yourself making coffee for the both of you, not even thinking twice about how he takes his. 

"How did you know about..."

"Chloe? How do you think?" You turn your head to give him a knowing look. 

"Of course he did...." you hear him half laugh while he pinches the bridge of his nose. 

"Look I was going to talk to you about it all... I before he came to stay..." 

"Good job you only have him for the day then isn't it?" you hand him a small espresso. 

"Look can we not do this?" 

"Do what?" 

"Spend the first twenty minutes of my day with Hector arguing" He gives you a pained look and the feeling you still have for him surface and your exterior melts. 

"Fine... he's got his bag packed... everything he might need..." you look at him watching cartoons and laughing. 

"Thanks"

"Where are you going?" 

"Well, I was thinking beach, then the arcade, he loves it there... then maybe strip club?" He adds the last bit with a huge smirk as you choke on your coffee. 

"βλάκας" You struggle to control the laughter once you see his face light up at your reaction. 

"I do think it would be nice one time for you to join us, maybe all three of us could go out..." 

"Not sure strip clubs are my thing anymore" you nudge him playfully. You both stand in the little kitchen watching your son. The beautiful silence is interrupted by a shifting, twitchy Mickey. 

"I do have a favour to ask though...." he winces baring his teeth. 

"Keys are by the door." You say sternly.