Sunday Morning (A SIMON MARCOS FANFICTION)

FOURTEEN

SIMON

Sometimes, I call Iya as the 'Author of everything I am'. As cliché as it sounds and sometimes it was. Go figure. 

She was the person who made me realize my dream. The person who didn't see me as a Marcos but as I am.  She was that part of me that I didn't want gone and yet the memories kept on slipping away sometimes. Maybe because Avery has filled almost of the space in my heart that Iya just became a distant memory.

"Was is almost a decade ago Joseph?" She mumbled beside me. We sat on the bench by the hospital garden.

I crossed my legs, putting my hands on top of it. "Yeah. I guess it was." 

"How are you?" She asked.

"I'm doing great. And you?" I asked, glancing at her direction. She still have specks of freckles on her cheeks and pinkish lips. 

"Tired." She replied, sighing.

"Stressed?"

Iya nodded. "I wonder what happened if I didn't get drunk that night at the prom,"

I looked at the distance, thinking what to say. Iya was my girlfriend in high school. We were together for a while then broke up two weeks after prom. She got drunk and slept with Aaron, Spencer's ex-boyfriend which resulted to a baby after. I couldn't remember if I got hurt or cried. It's almost a vague memory.

"Im so tired Joseph. I was able to finish college but I couldn't pursue my passion. Ten years later, four kids, no career and a workaholic husband. I don't even know if I am happy anymore."

"Are you not happy with your family?" I found myself finally talking.

"I am. The kids make me happy but there are what if's and questions. The regrets. The should have beens and whys."

I looked at her, she looked as if she was about to cry. I gave her my handkerchief and pulled her to my side, gently tapping her back.

"Sorry," She mumbled apologetically. "What are you doing here pala?" She asked.

"There's this woman I love and she is having an operation right now." I told her.

Iya smiled. "What a lucky woman."

"I beg to say I am the lucky one." I grinned at her.

"Are you happy with her?"

"I am Iya. She makes me happy and she brings out the best in me." I replied.

"Did you pursue your dream?" She asked.

I smiled at her. "Yes I did Iya. And I'm always thankful that you made me realize such dream."

She laughed. "I told you. You don't have to stay under Sandro's shadow. You are you. You are your own person."

I nodded. "The same thing goes for you Iya," She looked at me. "It's not too late to pursue your passion. Kung gusto mo I'll help you put up your own cake shop. Kahit libre ang business planning. Sandro's wife loves to bake too. Maybe you two can help each other."

Her eyes twinkled. "I don't know Joseph. Hindi ko alam kung anong uunahin ko. Aaron wants me to stay home and just be a housewife while he provides everything for us. I still have a baby to take care of."

"Then plan it. Slowly. Then tell me about it. You know where to find me. Anyway, what were you doing here?" I asked curiously.

She bit her lips. "Depo-shot."

Before I could say anything, Sandro came running towards me.

"The surgery is done. The doctor is looking for you," He paused then looked at the person beside me. "Iya."

"Hey Sandro." Iya smiled.

Sandro looked like he wanted to ask something but preferred not to. I bid goodbye at Iya and left with Sandro.

"Who is she with?" Sandro asked while we were walking.

I shrugged my shoulders. "I don't know. I didn't ask." 

If there's one thing Sandro and I share in common about Iya Ramirez, it's the fact that Sandro and I were victim of their charm. If I call Iya the author of everything I am, we call Iya's older sister Dani Ramirez as Sandro's one great love.

"Tulog pa si Avery." Iyon ang bungad ni Louise sa amin.

I only looked at Louise. Sandro is gonna have a hell to pay once he begins to slip away.

"We have already removed the cyst in her ovary. We'll have to monitor her for a few days before discharging her. She's not allowed to do strenuous activities for a few months, including sex Mr. Marcos." The doctor looked at me sternly.

"Okay." I only answered.

"She'll wake up sooner or later. Do you have any questions?" 

"No. Thank you."

She only nodded and took a leave. 

AVERY

I got discharged from the hospital two days later. And all I ever did was to sit down on the bed or on the couch, magpahangin sa veranda, browse my social media accounts, check the stock market and hang out with Louise in the afternoon. Like now. 

"Have you ever had doubts on your shot gun wedding?" I asked her out of nowhere. 

Kasalukuyan siyang nagluluto ng sinigang ni Sandro habang si Simon ay nagluluto sa kabilang unit. When the doctor told me not do any strenuous activities, literal na si Simon ang gumawa lahat ng gawaing bahay. He doesn't let lift a finger. Pati pagligo ay kasama siya at nakikita ko kung gaano siya magpigil. 

Louise looked at me. "Sometimes. Yung tipo na paano kung may ma-fall out of love sa amin or like paano kung magsawa kami sa isa't-isa."

"And?"

"And I shove my thoughts away," She said, shrugging her shoulders then looked at me. "How are you pala? I heard nagkita sina Simon at ex niya sa hospital during operation mo."

 I blinked. "That I do not know."

"Rinig ko Simon considers him as the author of everything he is dahil siya ang nagpa-realize kay Simon sa pangarap niya."

I bit my lower lip. "Is she pretty?" I suddenly felt insecure.

"Malay ko. Nasa hallway ako that time eh." She replied and stirred the sinigang.

And that hit me. That Simon and I never really talked about each other's past. I wonder if it was a good thing or a bad thing. 

I went back to our unit when Sandro came home from work. Ang lalandi nilang tignan. Nakaka-putangina lang. Joke. 

"Good timing Avery. Luto na yung chicken adobo." Simon chirped.

I smiled. "Really."

"Yeah. Come here. Let's eat." He urged.

I walked towards him by the dining table and hugged him tight.

"Thank you for always being with me Simon despite these circumstances." I mumbled.

He chuckled and tapped my back lightly. "What are you saying? It's only natural for me Avery. I love you."

I looked at him, his eyes looking back at mine. I gave him a peck on the lips in which he pressed his lips when I pulled away. He kissed me fully in the mouth, giving me the chills and the intensity. I felt hot and felt his hard on against my stomach. I moaned. 

"Fuck. Let's eat." He said, pulling away and I knew why. 

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