Repeated Mistakes

SARAH'S POV

The alarm going off was enough to make me rise from bed, I rubbed my eyes before looking around, Marco is not in bed. Leaving the room, I look for him, he didn't have to do anything early, so he should be here.

Walking down the stairs, I find him leaning in the kitchen aisle, shirtless with a cup of coffee, he looks at me and takes a sip of his cup.

"Am I still dreaming?" I ask coming to hug him.

He receives me with open arms, laughing. "Aw, you like me that much, huh?" He teases, resting his chin on my head.

I snuggle close to him to take in his cologne, smells so good. I love it, ever since we met I became hypnotized by it, he must know this and that's why he never runs out of it. I let go and step back to look at him. "What are you doing up this early?" I grab a cup to pour myself some coffee.

He lets out a big laugh. "It's 10 am, honey," he stares at me drink my coffee.

"Again, early," I repeat myself.

He shakes his head and comes close to kiss me. "Gosh, you look so pretty all the damn time," His eyes closed as his lips remain on mine. Making me chuckle, "I mean it," He leans back to the aisle. "Do you have work to do?" He asks walking to the living room.

"A little, but I can do it later, why? you want to do something?" I ask running to sit next to him.

He chuckles at my actions surrounding my body with his left arm. He draws circles on my arm, "Daisy wanted to have a picnic, so I thought we could go buy some things..." He suggests. A simple suggestion, but it's not simple, and we both know it.

I look away from him thinking about the offer, I love picnics—even more to plan them. But he is being clear, he wants me to go with him to buy the things, but he is not inviting me to go with them, I guess he still doesn't feel it's the right time for me to bond with his girl, that makes my heart sink.

I look up at him, his eyes are filled with pity, the circle motions becoming slower. I try to fake my best smile and nod softly. "Sure, what time are you picking her up?" I ask standing up from the couch.

"I was going to pick them up at noon," He says.

'Them' as in Daisy and Diana, because of course, Diana is going, because Diana is her mom, but what am I then? Forget it, I shouldn't think like this, Marco knows what's best for us and his daughter. A soft nod from me to hide my disappointment, I know I can't be this selfish, not with his daughter, but Sundays used to be for us, he has a busy schedule on weekdays, and now... since that is his daily life, he spends the weekends with Daisy, and my presence is not required. I walk to the kitchen trying to prevent another discussion.

I open the cabinets to confirm what needs to be bought and what we have already. "How long are you staying with them?"

He lets a desperate sigh and comes to the kitchen with me. "Seriously, Sarah?"

I turn around to face him, excuse me? What does he mean by that? "What?"

"Are you mad I'm spending time with Daisy?" He asks crossing his arms over his chest.

I laugh under my breath, I don't want to argue right now. I shake my head biting my lips trying to bite my tongue and not say anything more. "No, babe. I ask to see how many things we should pack for the picnic," I grab the picnic basket I had.

He nods, his expression relaxes and even softens. I pack some cookies, chips, fruit, and other things. He comes to help me chop some fruit. "I don't think we need to buy anything..." I say watching the basket full.

He looks at it, proud and excited. That makes my heart skip a beat, he is a good dad, I know that. He kisses my cheek before he runs to our room to get ready.