Marco's pov
I was sleeping peacefully when I heard little footsteps. He put his hand on my shoulder and I opened my eyes.
" Morning." He said softly with a smile on his face
" Morning, Pete."
" Come on, wake up. Sofia wants to talk to you." He informed
" Why didn't she come?" I asked
" I won't let her see you with boxers." He said, frowning
I laughed, how cute he is!
" Okay, can you let me change?" I questioned with an amusement look
" Yeah, Cole, can we talk before you go out?" He required
" Yes, of course."
He smiled and left the room. My pretty boy!
I changed my clothes and walked to the living room. She was so elegant like always, sipping her coffee as she looked at her phone and laughed at some reels.
" Sofie."
" Babe." She said, putting her coffee on the table and standing up to hug me
I hugged her then I sat next to her. " So what's up?"
" Missed you."
" Me too. "
" Marco, I need a hand."
" In what?"
" David will propose to me and I don't want to." She informed me with a worried look on her face
" That's very good."
Oh, David I'm going to kill you, how you don't tell me?
" No, it isn't."
I looked at her with a quizzical look.
She huffed, " I don't want to be engaged, I'm not ready. Please find a way and tell him not to. I don't want to break him. "
" Okay. But tell me how you found out?"
" I saw him drawing a model of a ring."
I laughed at her
" So funny?"
" No, babe. But I'm sure he won't propose to you, so chill out."
" So to whom?" She glared at me
" To no one. Trust me." I asserted
She looked at me confused then she glared at me. " Marco, stop laughing." She frowned
" Sorry, wanna ride to work?" I offered
" Yes please."
" I'll take my breakfast first."
" Okay." She smiled
I went to the dining room, took my juice and some slices of my omelet then I went to Peter's room.
" Peter!"
" Yeah." He turned off his computer
" Let's take you to school."
" Okay, do you have five seconds for me?" He asked
" I feel that I won't like this conversation babe, I don't want to hurt you." I affirmed
" But Marco, I want to talk."
" No Ace, let me be in a good mood." I refused
He huffed and grabbed his bag aggressively then walked out the room. We got in the car, he sat in the back seat scrolling down his phone.
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My Severe Brother
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