Young Love

Love story

Wille:

I woke up alone. I groaned and stretched my back. Soft light streamed through the window, illuminating the space. 

-Hello sleepyhead! Someone touched my arm.

-Jesus, Stella! I jumped out of shock.

-You do realize that Stella is my first name, not Jesus?

-I'm gonna tickle you! I grinned through my teeth.

-I would like to see you try, but can you bring your ass to the kitchen now?

-We'll see. I muttered, politely making my way downstairs.

-Hi, mum! The girl greeted her.

-Morning.

Hello, Wille!

-Hi!

Stella's mum was holding the sweetest baby I'd ever seen. Dark skin, thick curly hair, big black eyes with some sparks, tiny, little hands...

-And who is this sweetheart? I asked with a happy face.

-This is Omar. My friend asked me if we could look up to him for a little while. She's on a business trip, and this one is highly bored during such meetings. 

-He's just precious! Hello, Omar! Hi, sunshine! I took his small palm into mine.

The child began to laugh. I can't!

-Ah! He's grinning! You see? That sound is just adorable.

-Wille, calm down. You're not his father. It's just a kid. Stella reminded me, standing right behind me.

-Just a kid? Excuse me? This is the most astonishing creature, I've ever seen.

Both of the women gave me a questionable look this time.

-Ok, you're right. Maybe I should just grab a waffle or something.

I did as I'd said. 

We ate the first meal of the day together. The dining room is huge and super extravagant. Many paintings, Greek monuments, and an enormous chandelier were lifted on the ceiling. Gold and white dominate. The table in front of us is solid, wooden with some plant ornaments on its legs. It reminds me a lot of my own house.

-You wanna hold him for a moment? Margot suggested while we were in the hall again.

-May I? I'd love to.

-Mum, don't do this! He's gonna bring him to school if you let him. My friend complained.

-Shh! Can I just enjoy it for a while?

-I'm gonna wait in a car. She groaned.

I slowly and cautiously took Omar from Stella's mother. It was one of these undesirable moments when you most likely feel a lot of things at once, but can't name them properly.

-Hi, tiny! 

He's so tiny! I squeaked.

The baby boy was literally pressing himself into my chest. I started to delicately stroke his curls.

-I have the urge to say that, so don't get me wrong, please. Margot spoke.

-What is it?

-Based on this, you would be an amazing parent. It's just an assumption of course, but anyway you seem to be good with kids. 

-Thank you, that's so nice of you. I'm too young to even think about parenthood from my perspective, but I do love kids. Especially this one, hah. It's inspiring to see young people grow.