More Than Friends...

Epilogue

Michael's POV

"Dad!" I heard 16 year old son, Diego, yell.

"Yeah!" I yell back from my office.

Diego walks in to my office and I can never get over how much he looks like my beautiful wife, Daniela. His brown hair and brown eyes nearly identical to hers even some of his facial features like his nose and mouth look nearly identical to Daniela's.

He walks up to my desk and sits in the chair in front of me.

"Dad, can I borrow the car?" He grins hopefully.

I laugh at his desperate attempt as puppy dog eyes, his sister Amelia on the other hand was practically a master at them.

"Let's say that I do say yes, even though you totaled your car last week, why do you want the car?"

His entire face goes red like a tomato, that he definitely got from his mother. I couldn't help but smile at him as he squirmed uncomfortably in his seat.

"Um... I kind of asked this girl out yesterday and we're supposed to go see a movie tonight. So..." He trailed off looking at me expectantly.

"Is that what you kids call it these days?" I smirk at him.

"Dad! We're going to watch a movie just a movie." He replies flustered.

"And I believe you." I shake my head at him. Daniela and I had no doubt he would treat that girl with respect. We raised a perfect gentleman.

I pretend to think about it and I ask him purposely, "Why do you want to car though?"

He sighs knowing where I'm going with this, "Dad! Come on! I like her and I want to impress her!"

He crosses his arms and leans back in his chair pouting while I grin widely at him, "Are you happy now?"

I get up from my chair to go get my car keys from my coat pocket.

"Very." I say as I give him the car keys.

He stands up happily and hugs me, "Thanks, Dad! You're the best!"

I roll my eyes, "You're only saying this because I gave you my car."

He smiles as we both walk towards the kitchen where our food is waiting for us, "True."

I shake my head and playfully push him and he pushes me back and somehow I find myself in a full blown wresting match.

Diego smirks at me, "Come at me, old man."

I raise my eyebrows, "Old man?"

I barrel into him and we both end up on the floor laughing to our hearts content.

"Boys! I told you guys, no wresting in the house! Take it outside!" Daniela yells from the archway that connects the kitchen and the living room.

We get up and I get up; I walk towards my gorgeous wife. I smirk at her mischievously as I crept towards her.

Her chocolate brown eyes widen as she turns to run, "Mikey, no! Stop, babe!"