Skylar lay on the couch, her fever slowly subsiding, while her mind replayed the recent birthday incident involving Lorenzo. The paranoia lingered, a constant shadow over her thoughts.A knock at the door startled her, and she slowly got up to open the door. At this point, she wasn’t even surprised to find Jason at the door. He had been a welcome presence in the house, in the absence of Emilio.“Hey, Skylar. How are you feeling?” Jason’s tone was like that of a doting mother, and it made Skylar’s heart bit a little faster.He made his way into the house, putting down the breakfast he had picked up for them and the kids, before moving to the loving. He found Skylar cocooned in blankets and he could help but smile. She looked so adorable with her puffy bread cheeks and a small pout on her face as she navigated the channels on the TV. “I’m feeling better now, Jason. I told you this when you called last night. I also remember telling you that you don’t have to come over today. I’m su
Jason sat nervously in his car outside Skylar’s house, rehearsing what he was going to say over and over again. After his talk with Emilio a few days ago, he had realized that he was in fact wrong for challenging her skills, especially when he had in fact ripped her of the opportunity to be a parent. He knew he had messed up, and he couldn’t bear the weight of guilt any longer. He had to apologize, even if it meant risking his pride.Taking a deep breath, he gathered his courage and stepped out of the car. He approached Skylar’s front door and knocked softly, his heart pounding in his chest.Skylar opened the door, her expression curious, but it immediately turned cold upon seeing him. “Jason? What are you doing here?”“Can we talk, Skylar? Please?” Jason’s voice trembled slightly as he spoke.Skylar hesitated for a moment before nodding. “Sure, come on in.”They sat down in the living room, facing each other awkwardly. Jason struggled to find the right words, his throat sudden
In the dimly lit confines of her small New York City apartment, Alexandra paced back and forth, her mind consumed by a tumultuous storm of emotions. With each step, the weight of her failed attempts to sabotage Jason and Skylar’s relationship bore down upon her like a leaden cloak.“Why can’t you see, Jason?” she muttered to herself, her voice laced with frustration. “She’s not right for you. You belong with me.”Her hands trembled as she reached for the photographs adorning the walls, images of Jason and Skylar frozen in moments of happiness that felt like knives twisting in her heart. With a primal scream of rage, she tore them down, their glossy surfaces crumpling beneath her fingers.“You’re mine, Jason!” she cried out, her voice raw with desperation. “You’re supposed to be with me!”With each photograph she destroyed, Alexandra’s anguish grew, a seething cauldron of resentment and envy bubbling within her chest. Her breath came in ragged gasps as she stumbled across the room
As the snow gently fell outside, Jason busied himself in the kitchen, preparing a feast fit for the occasion. He glanced at the clock, eagerly anticipating the arrival of Skylar and their sons, for Christmas Eve. He had invited her over, to spend some time with her and the boys as a family. His parents, Emilio and Valentina, would join them, the next morning.The doorbell chimed, and Jason rushed to answer it, a wide grin spreading across his face as he welcomed his family inside. Skylar and the boys stepped in, cheeks flushed from the cold, but hearts warmed by the promise of togetherness.“Welcome, welcome! Come in, come in!” Jason ushered them inside, enveloping each of them in a tight hug.Skylar smiled, her eyes twinkling with excitement. “It’s so good to be here, Jason. Your house looks lovely.”“Thanks, Skylar. I wanted everything to be perfect for tonight,” Jason replied, leading them into the cosy living room adorned with twinkling lights and a crackling fireplace.Lore
The soft glow of Christmas morning enveloped Jason’s home as they savoured a tranquil moment with their sons, Jared and Lorenzo. The scent of pine lingered in the air, mingling with the aroma of freshly brewed coffee and cinnamon.Jared and Lorenzo were already nestled on the couch, haven woken up at ass crack o’clock, their eyes bright with excitement as they admired the twinkling lights of the tree.“Morning, boys, Merry Christmas.” Jason greeted, joining them by the tree.“Merry Christmas, Dad!” the boys exclaimed, their voice filled with anticipation.Skylar emerged from the kitchen, carrying a tray of steaming hot cocoa and a plate of freshly baked cookies. “Good morning, my loves. Merry Christmas,” she said, setting the tray down on the coffee table.Lorenzo’s eyes widened at the sight of the treats. “Thanks, Mom!” he grinned, reaching for a cookie. Jared mumbled something that sounded close to ‘Merry Christmas', a cookie already melting in his mouth.As they settled onto
One fine evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow across the room, Emilio and Skylar settled into their usual evening routine of sharing stories and laughter, after the kids have been out to bed. Skylar, ever the extroverted sibling, broached a topic that had been on her mind for a while.“Hey, Emilio,” Skylar began, her eyes twinkling with mischief. “Have you ever considered getting back into the dating scene?”Emilio chuckled softly, a hint of sadness flashing in his eyes before he masked it with a smile. “You know, Sky, it’s been four years since she passed. I’ve just been focusing on work and trying to adjust to life without her.”Skylar reached out and gently squeezed her brother’s hand. “I know, Emilio. And you’ve been so strong through it all. But don’t you think it’s time to open up your heart again? She would want you to be happy.”Emilio sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I suppose you’re right, Sky. It’s just hard to imagine being with an
Emilio woke up to the sound of Skylar’s loud voice, yelling at the children. He quickly made his way down the stairs and to the kitchen where he could here her heavy footsteps pacing back and forth in the kitchen. As he entered, he noticed her slumped shoulders and puffy eyes, a stark contrast to her usual bubbly self. The children, were now quietly sitter at the table, surprise marring their faces, with the exception of Lorenzo who looked ready to cry.“Morning, Skylar. Everything okay?” Emilio asked, concern evident in his voice.Skylar forced a weak smile, but it didn’t reach her eyes. “Yeah, just tired,” she replied, her voice devoid of its usual enthusiasm.But Emilio wasn’t convinced. He watched as Skylar snapped at the kids several times, for being too loud, something she never did. Concern turned to alarm. “Skylar, what’s going on? You’re not yourself today.”Tears welled up in Skylar’s eyes as she sank into a chair at the kitchen table. “It’s Jason,” she whispered, her vo
Emilio’s heart raced as he stepped onto the bustling streets of Rome, Italy. Another business trip, another opportunity to immerse himself in the rich culture and history of his homeland. Or where he grew up. As he navigated through the vibrant city, memories of his childhood flooded back, filling him with nostalgia. This has been his home since the cruise incident. He went about doing his business. Jumping from one meeting to the next and trying his best to not give in to his exhaustion. One evening, while savouring a traditional Italian meal at a quaint trattoria, Emilio spotted a familiar face across the room. It took him a moment to recognize the man, but when he did, a wave of joy washed over him.“Pietro?” Emilio exclaimed, rising from his seat.Pietro turned, his eyes widening in surprise before breaking into a wide grin. “Emilio! Is it really you?”Emilio crossed the room in quick strides, enveloping him in a warm embrace. “It’s been too long, my friend,” he said, his vo