One In A Million

Chapter 60

05/05/2015

On that Tuesday, Marco had came with the idea of having of having a nice shopping moment with Nico when the training would finish. The sun had been radiant in the whole morning , and the cold winter days were back, what could people asked better for. It was a nice weather to point a noise out. Marco had planned already to spoil omce again with toys his little Nico, and baby Mia would not be put aside of course. But as the training came to end, dark clouds had started to swoop, putting that bright sun off track. A stormy weather soon began to strike over the city of Dortmund, torrents of rain pondering. One O'clock in the afternoon had an aspect of six. Marco was conscious that he'd better stick to his back up plan, that was to spend a nice family moment at Melanie house, with the little Mia, the little sunshine of his life.

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"I think she's about to sleep soon." Marco said as he caressed delicately Mia's back, this one having found on Marco's chest the warmest place ever to fall asleep, with her tiny little hands grasped to his grey V shirt.

"She has spent her whole at cuddling with her uncle, so yes, here's the result." Melanie said, gently took Mia from Marco's chest. "I'll put her in bed then." She said and stepped upstairs, leaving Marco alone in the living room. Free from of her little niece, he instantly took hold of his phone, like his favorite object had been taken away from him for a long time. The entire time he played with Mia, his mind didn't intend to focus at it, he had eyes only for his little princess.

"Marcel.... Marcel...." Marco sighed with a smile as she looked through the notifs the five missed calls from his best friend and the five text messages sent by the shorty boy. "Reus, where the hell are you, I need to see you, call me ASAP!! IT'S URGENT!!" With no hesitation, Marco dialed the number that he knew thoroughly. The message had put him his worry sense on alert, well, it did seemed an anxious making one.

"Marcel, what's the matter man.... is everything okay with you?" Marco asked with concern.

"Finally, you're reachable again dude."

"What's wrong you messages were so distressing with the words ASAP and urgent."

"Where are you, I need to talk to you."

"I'm spending some quality moments with little Mia, I'm at Melanie's house, bro, don't so cloak-and-dagger, just talk."

"Sorry, but this ain't something that can be talked over the phone, I'll come and pick you then."

"What, no no Marcel, Melanie's cannoli are the best and I'm super hungry, we'll talk on tomorrow, you know how I love to spend time with them." Marco spoke with his annoying begging childish voice.

"Cannoli will wait Marco, what I have to talk about is crucial, you can't miss it."

"Has it something to do with the clothing lines?"

"No Marco.. I'm coming to pick you in twenty minutes okay."

"Marce, I can"t..." He couldn't end his sentence that only the beep sound was heard. "Fuck..." Marco mumbled annoyingly. "There are days that I dislike you little man."

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ALL along the car drive from Melanie's house to Marcel's, the several attempts from Marco to pump his friends for more information have been a big fiasco. Being put in the hold of the secret was something Marco couldn't cope with. On the verge of vexation Marco shot to his friend "Basically this is my Range Rover that you are driving that is my car, and no secrets are allowed in it." "Marco, stop acting like a goofy five years old boy." Marcel shot back at his turn, thus Marco didn't spoke a word until they reach shorty boy house. Inside of him, the volcano of exasperation was near to explode. The boy just hated all those secret tricky plans set up behind his back.