Repeated Mistakes

MARCO'S POV

The hot water pours over my face and helps me focus on something else than the frustration that's overcoming me, it was a long day. Of course, I love spending my days with Daisy, she is such a sweet kid—my kid, my flesh. It's been hard months, because liked or not, I had already missed too much. She already has her dynamic with her mom and it is hard to get her to trust me without making her feel like I was changing her life, the only thing that made me feel better was that she seemed like she enjoyed spending time with me.

But today at dinner, after her mom left, everything was awful. I realized how many things I had yet to learn about a kid and about being a parent. All I wanted was to come home and be comforted by Sarah, but then... she had kids here.

I can't say I hated the view, it was cute. It was like a peek of what our future could look like, me returning home to find her with our future children, and that image made me excited, but after tonight with Daisy... I realized I wouldn't be ready to be a dad again that soon, so instead there was annoyance from it.

I turn off the shower and get changed.

There is a lingering thought that can't leave my mind, there was something off about this whole thing, Sarah is not the reserved type, so it's weird she didn't mention she was going to be babysitting the kids of a friend today or to keep in hidden who were the kids of.

I was getting my shirt on when the echo of my fiance's laugh came into our room, was she laughing with the baby? I got my answer when a male's laugh mixed with hers. Immediately, my shoulders, back, and jaw tensed up, her friend was already here. I walk out of the room getting close to the stairs to listen to their conversation.

"Thank you, really," He says in a calm voice.

There was an ignite in me at hearing a man talking to my fiance with so much trust, so comfortable around her, making my hands tense.

"Oh come on, don't need to thank me, I had a great time with them," She says in a sweet tone.

"You have a nice place, I hope they didn't ruin it or something, at least it still standing, that's good," He says in a somewhat of worried tone.

She laughs, that melodic hypnotizing laugh. And the fact that I'm not the reason for her laugh makes me lose it even more.

"Come on, they were truly great Dante, really-" She gets cut off.

"You want help to clean up?" He asks.

And how does he dare? If my woman needs help, I'll do it for her, she doesn't need anyone else, even less another man.

"No, come on, it's okay. You need to get them home, their mother must be waiting for them," My fiance answers.

Everything becomes muffled, not focusing on what they are saying, but trying my hardest not to cause a scene, and I can't. I'm getting sick of their conversation. Walking back to the living room where they are talking, I find a tall, light-skinned, brown-haired man, as soon as I get in the room, his blue eyes widen at my presence, he looks in between me and Sarah, but hides his surprise.

"Good night," I say in the most neutral voice I can make, "You must be Dante, right?" The name that had been echoing in my mind for the past 7 minutes after Sarah named him. "I'm Marco, Sarah's fiance," I say with a wide smile.

This guy tried to play off his surprise but he wasn't that good at it, he looked at Sarah for a couple of seconds before looking away, he nods and smiles. "Oh, nice to meet you, and congrats."

It doesn't take me much to know his congratulations are empty and fake, but I'm not that bothered by it, it doesn't matter, because that doesn't change the fact that I'm the one marrying Sarah and I'm the one taking her to my bed tonight. I smile once again at his congrats and turn to my fiance who seems a little worried about me, but I reassure her with a smile. "You need help, honey?" I ask walking closer to her.

She looks straight into my eyes and shakes her head. "No, babe. Let me just help Dante with the kids stuff," She says walking back to the couch where a backpack is lying next to it. What she didn't realize was how awkward it was for her friend as he looked at me without knowing what to say.

"Thank you too, Marco," He says a little awkward. "And I'm sorry if I or the kids crashed your plans at all."

"You didn't," Sarah answers before I even have the time to think what to answer. "Marco was out all day, so I had Sophie and Dani to keep me company," She smiles, handing Dante the backpack.

Dante looks at her before grabbing the backpack. "Let me get all the things to the car, and then I'll take the kids," He says before walking back to the door.

Sarah walks back to where the kids are, placing the baby on a blanket. She looks great doing that, it's natural on her, I don't think I had ever seen her around children, but she was good, really good. A smile is drawn on her face at the simple gesture of making sure the kids are warm, and she gets interrupted by Dante coming back.

He carries his little girl and takes her to his car, later he takes his boy and places him in a car seat, Sarah goes to say her goodbyes, and I know I should be better than this, but it's not happening, I walk after her, wrapping my arm around her waist, keeping her close to me.

Once Dante secures both kids in the car seats he turns to us, his gaze lands on my hand on her waist and soon darts to her, but he simply smiles, "Thank you."

Sarah didn't answer with anything more than a smile.

He steps inside his Range Rover and soon his car disappears in the dark street.

Sarah turns to me with somewhat of a smile. "Really?" She asks pointing out my arm around her body.

I chuckle. "What? Can't I?"

She squints her beautiful brown eyes at me. "It's not that common," She shrugs.

"Well, I missed my fiance, what can I say?" I shrug back.

She laughs wrapping our hands together and we walk back to the house.

I look around the living room. I guess she must really like the kid because my soon-to-be wife is a control and clean freak, she always has the house impeccable, and it's not even an exaggeration. But this time, the house was a little messy and she didn't even seem upset by it, she seemed like she was enjoying it.

I pick up a pillow and throw it on the couch. "You want help to clean up?"

"What if I clean this tomorrow and we go to bed right now?" She asks with a cute tone, wrapping herself around me.

I chuckle, what in the world did those kids do to my Sarah? But I nod, because all I want right now is to be with her.

"You had dinner?" I ask, my arm surrounding her body too.

She lays her head on my chest, and her simple touch makes me feel even more relaxed.  "I had a snack, but I'm not hungry, either way, Dante brought me something."

Dante. Brought. Her. Something.

I can't even control my jealousy as my chest and back tense up and she looks at me. "What's wrong, babe?" She asks oblivious of how much her friend annoys me.

I shake my head. "Nothing, babe," I say trying not to start an argument. She smiles, I peck her lips and lead her back to our room. I'll make sure she doesn't even dare to remember his name.