Finding Sebastian

Chapter 8

The next day, Marcia and Oliver boarded his private jet and were off to Rome. He looked out the window most of the time, watching as the city turned into a blue blanket with wrinkles.

He marveled at how the waves could curl and move. It also interested him that so many creatures not only lived in the water, but in the bottom of the ocean.

Sometimes he felt like he was stuck in the bottom of a dark ocean that never got even a glimmer of light. That is, until he met Marcia.

He sighed, remembering the first date they went on. It was the worst idea ever as he looked back on it. He usually would have taken a woman out to a nice dinner, got her a little tipsy, then (with her consent of course) have sex with her. He normally wasn't nervous. But when he took Marcia out, his palms were sweaty.

He had picked her up at her father's house. While he waited for her to get down from getting ready, her father's glare never left his face. He would take glances at him, and he would always snap his head back to facing forward. Her dad terrified him. That man, now his father-in-law, was the only one who almost made Oliver pee his pants.

When she got down, he couldn't help but stare at her in awe. She wore a beautiful Maxi skirt with prints of elephants at the bottom with a maroon shirt. None of it gave a hint about the figure she was hiding underneath. That's how she was: modest. He didn't think that by the end of the date he would have spilled soda all over her shirt and accidentally smack her forehead with his nose when he tried to kiss her.

All of it was too embarrassing, but somehow she stuck with him. She told him she stayed with him because she wanted to see if had any kinds of emotions. She wanted to crack the code to his heart. She did.

Little by little she solved a piece of his heart. Getting married, moving in with each other, getting her pregnant, seeing Sebastian for the first time. They all just fell into place perfectly. Then his heart shattered when on piece fell. He needed it back so he could be a good husband and father once again.

He felt a tap to his arm. He turned his head to see Marcia staring at him. "We're almost in Rome."

He stretched out his legs and lifted his arms above his chest. "How much longer?"

"About a half hour," she replied. She turned back and sat down in her seat. "Oh, wait," she said, turning back to him. He lifted an eyebrow as a single for her to continue. "I have an old friend of mine who lives in Rome."

"Who is it?"

"You'll see. He used to live near me but moved back to Italy a few years ago."

"He?"

"Yeah," she said with a shrug. "He."

"How come I've never heard about him?" He questioned her. He was still a possessive man when it came to his woman. He didn't want anyone taking her away from him. He didn't think he could bear it.

"I don't know." Her eyes gave a far away look. "Don't worry; you'll like him. He's going to pick us up from where we're getting dropped off."

He grumbled and slouched down in his seat. He was not keen on sharing his wife with mother man. All he could hope for was that he was happily married and had seven kids.

The plane landed and Marcia and Oliver walked off. Some people looked their way as they exited down the steps. They noticed how well they got as a couple. Some knew who they were; others thought they were a new modeling couple.

Marcia paid no mind to the stares. All she wanted to do was find her old friend. She scanned the crowd and frowned when she didn't see him.

Oliver put a hand on her shoulder. "Do you see him?" he whispered into her ear.