Repeated Mistakes

Prologue.

SARAH'S POV

My mom used to tell me 'Until you learn the lesson, you will keep facing the same test over and over.' I didn't pay much attention to it, thinking it was those things moms say.

But oh, how wrong I was.

And how right she was.

I wish she wasn't. I thought she wasn't. I had learned my lesson back then, wasn't it? I mean, all the pain, all the tears, all of it, and I didn't learn anything of it?

* * *

Sitting in the big beige bed, my fingers run over the soft fabric of the sheet, my eyes fixed on my fiance, who keeps pacing in our room, getting ready to leave. His black shirt is loose on the up buttons, revealing his tan skin.

"Have you seen my gray sweater?" He asks, walking to the closet.

"Second drawer," I yell annoyed at how he is ignoring and avoiding the subject, I stand up and walk over to him, wrapping my arms around him, "Babe-"

"Please, don't start again," He says with an annoyed tone, "I thought we were over this," He shakes his head, his dark eyes rolling.

"Over with this?" I ask surprised. Is he serious right now?

"Yes, over Sarah" He answers taking my hands off him. "I have to go, I don't want to be late," He grabs his wallet and car keys.

"Marco..." I say following him out of the room into the white corridor, "Come on, don't be mad, it's just-"

"You are being too jealous," He cuts me off turning around, "It's getting tiring."

"Oh, is it?" I ask upset, he walks to the door. "It's not jealousy, Marco. I see the way she looks at you, how she tries to be close to you all the time-"

"It's not like that and you know it," He fights back.

We've been on this over and over. It's always the same. It feels like a Deja vu. We argue about this every time he goes and nothing changes.

"She is just trying to be friendly," He adds after a short silence.

I snort. "Friendly, sure."

He sighs running his hands over his face, takes a second, and walks back to me, grabbing my chin to make me look up at him. "Friendly, flirty, or whatever she wants to be, it doesn't matter, I only have eyes for you," He says before leaning down, his lips softly touching mine, hands caressing the side of my face.

He knows what to do and say to get me to shut up.

He leans back his head, separating our lips. "I have to go now," He says with a smile fixing a strand of my hair.

Grabbing the things from the entrance, he opens the wooden door.

"Say hi to Daisy for me," I say, making him look over his shoulder with a smile.

He nods and leaves.

Soon the house feels larger, emptier, even colder. It's stupid.

I look around to find something to do, but the house is clean, too clean. Marco is always making fun of me for being 'a control freak', I'm not, simply like neat things.

I go into the room that's my office and check for any updates on the notes I made for the current design. Nothing. Probably because it's the weekend and people usually have a life. Great. Now I'm explaining to myself what's normal about people.

Walking back to my room, I fix the bed, take a seat in it, and look around, it's too quiet, way too quiet. Sure, I like calmness. But... I don't know. My eyes scan my room—the wood floor, the brown couch in front of the bed, a coffee table, the TV table, white bedside tables, and the new doors of our closet—the remodeling we are doing is almost finished. I take a seat on the couch, and there it is, at the table.

The folder is sitting there, alone, dusting off.

A sigh escapes my lips and my hands reach for it. I take a sit and turn the pages. It's nostalgic to watch this. My planner for our wedding. There are samples of flowers, decorations, types of cakes, lights, candles, foods, desserts, my maids of honor dresses... All of it... on hold.

It's fine. I mean, it is.

We settled that it wasn't the best moment for us since our lives are so busy. I close the planner, my fingers lingering on it for a second. We almost had everything, all except a date. And every day it becomes harder to pick one.

It all came when Marco found out about Daisy, his daughter. Everything got complicated from there. And I understood. I mean, he had a 6-year-old daughter to get to know and bond with. It was hard at first, he had so many feelings about it, and he hasn't opened up, but I guess he is trying to move forward more than dwell on that.

Despite the surprise, it's still a 'good' age for him to try and bond with her. And he is trying so hard for her. It's lovely to watch him become a dad to her. He is a great man, but I've seen how good a dad he is also becoming... like Dan-

No.

Don't go there.

The only problem is how all of this fits to us. There is no proper way to do this, to introduce your daughter, who you just met and found out about, to your fiance.

But it's... hard. I can't be mad. It wasn't cheating. She was conceived and born before we even met. The mother never told him, not until now. It has crossed my mind that maybe the reason why she told him was our wedding. Maybe she still had feelings, but makes no sense, why not tell him about their baby?

The worst part is, Diana doesn't like me. We only met once the first time we went to meet her after her call. We went together. Marco asked me to be there for him, but her attitude towards me was too dry, attacking, and even rude. Marco did stop her at the time, and later on explained she was like that. But from there on, she asked him not to take me, so I haven't met his girl.

And to be honest, I don't think it's a bad idea. It should be gradual, she is a 6-year-old who just found out about her father, so it's understandable that it might not be the best for me to be there all the time, but Diana makes it hard. The way she looked at him, tried to touch him, joked with him, and brought up the past, it's like she wants him back and makes me feel like I'm the one breaking up the family.

What makes me give it such second thoughts it's him. He is always the root of so many problems. He was so much, made me feel so much, and then left, leaving me to clean up after him, and it's hard. It's been four years. Four long years and he still has a way to slip into my mind and fill it.

But how could it not?

It's like a bad joke from the universe. I'm dating a dad again.

But even back then, Dante was different. This... this never happened. He always... Again I can't.

This is not fair.

I can't compare them.

Dante and I are history from four years ago. I moved on, and so did he.

And I'm happy now.

I'm happy with Marco.