One In A Million

Chapter 16

24/08/2014

"Brooke's POV"

"Last night, I was so lazy, well, or should I say my whole body was lazy.  I had a tough hard working day, stood up on my feet all day, and had not even a free moment to eat my lunch.  We had put all our articles at a fifty off percent sale, and damn, that was crazy as hell, I was praying god when 6PM would finally come.  Hopefully I had Jen to work with me, otherwise I would have gone insane.  Laying comfortably on my sofa, watching some How I Met Your Mother episodes, and sipping my hot chocolate milk with the melted marshmallows in it, was what I needed the most, a cozy saturday night like I loved, it was so relaxing.  But my mind was focused on something else, almost bothering me.  The fact that Dortmund lost another home game against Leverkussen, was kinda irritating.  I had wished so badly they would win it.  Even though that I did not watch it my thoughts were with the team, and with Marco specially.  Gosh the poor baby, he was so sad, I knew it.  Marco hated so much to lose a game, he just couldn't bear this kind of situation. Right after the game, I had sent him a text message asking him if he was okay, and I knew he won’t might reply in the meantime.  It’s only around 12AM, that he messaged me, saying he was so fucking sad and angry at himself, as he was supposed to lead the lead in Mats’ absence.  He felt that it was a total failure, and that he missed too many occasions to score.  He had called me, and I was hearing through his voice the frustration, gosh, I wish I could take that feeling and pain away from him, I just felt sad.  After the game, he went to pick his little Nico, so he could spend some moments with him.  He said that Nico would always make him feel better.  They had watched the Lion King on DVD, and ate too much of ice cream and chocolate, and that Nico’s face was covered of it, and he had to give him a bath.  I wished I had seen that scenery, well, it must have been I guess.  Also, when Marco put his little Nico to bed, we have continued our conversation where it stopped.  He insisted so much that he would come to mine and pick me up, but I said no, I would come to his house by my own, and he just had to give me his address, and everything would be okay.  Marco also mentioned several times that he was extremely happy that I was coming to his, and that we’ll have an incredible time all together, him, me and little Nico.  And yes, I had the same feeling as well, that it gonna be an awesome day.”

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24/08/2014

Marco’s house was above astounding, gosh yeah it was.  I thought I had stepped into another world.  Honestly, I was impressed, no, better to say fascinated yes.  But as I has stepped my feet inside, I had immediately felt this warm welcoming of a house that was filled with love and positive energy.  I bet that Marco was a feng shui addicted or something like that.   The huge living room was like twenty times bigger than mine, there were four bedrooms  and each with a modern bathroom, Nico had his little bedroom as well , it was absolutely so damn cute, a real little boy’s room, with a lot of cars, toys, and of course Dortmund’s stuffs.  There also was a big yard, where Marco would play football, a swimming pool, two large terraces, one on the first floor, and outside right next the living room, mainly used for the BBQ’s.  Well in conclusion, this would be anyone’s dream house, even mine.

We spend like two hours in his super ultra modern kitchen, and I must say that that I fell in love with.  How I wished I had one like this, but it was just way too expensive.  Busy at preparing the lunch that consisted of spicy rice with its extra super hot spiced prawns, a salad.  Of course Marco helped me, and meanwhile the cooking preparation  I gave him some cooking tips and the first rule was that he should never follow all the instructions written in a cooking book, because some were not always accurate.  Cooking was an art, and a manner of expression, so you had to do it in your way.  I had not a cooking book at mine, every meal were invented by myself, and if I had to search for a pastry recipe, the internet was there to help me.  Marco never ceased to stare at me while I was preparing the food, listening to every words like a student boy, what a cute dork.  While mixing all the ingredients in pan over the stove, he had his arms wrapped around my waist, kissed my cheek and smelled my neck.  It was something that I really didn't expected, I felt a bit shy at first, because it was such an awkward situation.  Marco holding me like this and kept on muttering between his lips "You smell so good."  He should have noticed my sugared vanilla and peach fragrance.  It wasn't an expensive one, but the smell was so delicious and sweet, how I love it, enough for me, and for Marco as well, as he was appreciating it even more on my skin.  All of that, was so weirdly new for me, me, being cooking in a flirty way, kissing, laughing.  I even asked myself constantly if I wasn't in my dreams, but obviously, no, it my  reality, a reality in which I was feeling good. If someone had told me months ago that I would be where I am today, I would certainly had laugh in her or his face and say how insane it was.