𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 | [𝟏𝟖+]

nineteen: the secret's out.

𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚'𝐬 𝐏𝐨𝐯:

"Juliet, can I get pasta with the red sauce?" Romeo asks as he leans his head over and rests it on my arm.

"Sure, my love," I watch as he blushes.

God, he's adorable. I love him already.

"What kind of pasta?" I ask.

"The long straight one," he says and I nod. "What are you getting, Uncle Rocco?"

"Pizza, haven't had it in a while," he says and Romeo's eyes light up.

"Oh! Can I have some?" he asks.

"Fuck no," he responds and Romeo sticks his middle finger up at him. My eyes widen as I grab his hand and place it on the table.

"We are in public," I whisper-yell to the both of them.

"Question," Romeo says, changing the subject. I look at him and he takes a deep breath. "If you are marrying uncle Leo, then does that make you my aunt?"

"Well-"

"Biologically, no," Rocco says interrupting me. "Leo isn't actually your uncle, and your dad isn't actually his uncle. Your dad is close friends with his dad which makes him his "uncle." Which would technically make you guys cousins but at the end of the day he's your uncle."

"So... she's still my aunt?" he asks and I nod. "Okay, I didn't need all the extras," he says and Rocco is about to start arguing with the six year old but is interrupted by the elderly woman sitting at the table beside us.

"You guys make a beautiful family," she says and I smile.

"Oh no, we aren't-" Rocco cuts me off.

"Thank you so much. That completely made my day," he says with a grin on his face and I glare at him.

"Hi, my names Layla, I'll be your waitress for today, can I start you off with some drinks?" she asks as she looks down at her notepad. I look over at her and I smile.

"Layla!" I say and she pops her head up. Looking at me with a smile on her face.

"Oh my gosh, Stella" she says with excitement as I stand up and pull her into a tight hug.

"What are you doing here? I thought you still had your job at 'Roses and Thorns.'"

"No I do. I only work night shifts there and I get bored throughout the day so I said fuck it and got a job here," she says and we pull out of the hug.

"When do you get off work?" I ask.

"In about an hour."

"Do you have any plans for the rest of the day?"

"No, why?" she asks.

"Come to my house. I need more girl friends anyway. You should totally come over," I say and she smiles.

When we were hooking up, she never came to my house. Not once. Like I've said before, it's so that when I decided to break it off, I didn't have the crazy ones stalk me and then try to kill me. Now that I don't necessarily live at my childhood home anymore, I have no problem bringing home friends.