I couldn't believe it's been five years since I kissed Marcel. I missed the feeling of his lips against mine. I missed the heat; the passion. I started running my fingers through his hair. He moaned and I knew he enjoyed it. "I knew you were lying." He whispered as we broke apart to catch our breaths. I was about to reply with something sarcastic and witty but I started feeling guilty again. I pulled away from him and stepped into the hallway. I took a deep breath, "That can't happen again." He looked down at his shoes, "You weren't lying then?" "No, I was. I just don't want to go through what we went through five years ago." I explained. "It's different now. I would leave her in a heartbeat if it meant I could have my family." He told me. I was shocked. "Do you mean that?" I whispered. He nodded, "I've never been able to get you out of my head. The last five years I have been praying you would return to me. I need you, (Y/N). I need our family to be whole." He came closer to me and placed his hands on my waist. "So what does this mean?" I asked. He smirked, "Well after I talk to Missy tomorrow, I hope that you will become my girlfriend." I smiled, "I'd love that." The next morning, I woke up remembering what happened between Marcel and I. I couldn't help but smile. Hopefully Missy wouldn't catch a fit with Marcel. But thinking about it, if I was in her position I would be pissed too. I left Ayden at Marcel's flat last night. I brushed my teeth and and fixed my hair a little. I didn't bother changing out of my pajamas. I headed upstairs and made my way to Marcel's flat. I knocked and instead of Marcel answering it was Ayden. "Hey Mommy!" Ayden told me. I picked him up and headed inside. "Goodmorning, love. Where is Marcel?" I asked him. "He is taking a bath." Ayden replied. I fixed myself a bowl of cereal and joined Ayden on the couch where he was watching cartoons. I heard the bathroom door open and Marcel came out. He had on shorts only. They were dangerously low on his hips. His hair was still a little wet and when he noticed my staring he smirked. "Keep your eyes up here." He pointed to his eyes and I laughed. "Ayden answered the door for me and I noticed you had my favorite cereal." I lifted my bowl up and he chuckled. "Moocher." He muttered before he went into the kitchen. Once I finished my cereal, I went to wash my bowl. Marcel just finished making some eggs. I went to the sink and grabbed the sponge and turned on the water. While washing my bowl, I felt his arms snake around my waist. "You don't have to do that." He kissed my shoulder and I felt my cheeks get hot. "I wouldn't want to be a moocher." I laughed. "You are so much more than that." He whispered into my ear. I felt him kiss my neck softly. He moved my hair out of his way for better access. I turned the water off and turned to face him. "You are so sweet in the morning." I kissed his cheek. He frowned, "Just sweet?" I giggled, "And incredibly sexy." He moved his face closer to mine, "I like that answer." He pressed his lips against mine and it was soft and sweet. We were so into our own little world that we didn't notice Ayden opening the front door. "Marcel!!" Someone exclaimed. We broke apart and saw Missy standing there. Oh shit.
