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"This is so adorable." I said to myself holding up a yellow baby bodysuit that said 'openly adopted (yes it is all about me)'.

I put it in the shopping cart and continued around the store. Since we've been in this store mariano has just been walking behind me like a bodyguard. Occasionally he would stop and pick out toys but that's about it. The type of toys he picked up made it rather clear that he wanted a boy. I had to remind him that we don't know the sex of the baby yet so we should pick up unisex things.

" What do you think the sex is gonna be?"He asked me.

"I don't know, it doesn't really matter to me though." I said.

"I'm hungry." I stated after a while.

"Let's pay for these things then we can go get something to eat."He said taking the cart from me and pushing it to the cashier.

"Aum, yeah sure." I said by the time he was long gone.

I walked to the cashier where I found mariano standing there with the bags in his hands looking ready to go.

We walked out of the store and headed to the parking lot. He put the bags in the trunk and went into the drivers seat.

I rested my head against the window and hummed to the song that was playing on the radio.

It then occured to me that I'm having a baby for a guy I know absolutely nothing about. The only thing I know is his name and that's not really a big accomplishment.

I turned my head to look at him, his eyes are glued to the road as he presses his foot down on the gas pedal.

"I don't know anything about you." I said barely above a whisper.

"You only need to know the things I want you to know." He said.

"I only know your name." I stated sitting up straight in the seat.

"Exactly." Was all he said as his hands formed fisted around the staring wheel.

I let out a frustrated sigh before speaking. "Atleast tell me how old you are." I said.

He took a quick glance at me then spoke. "I'm 28."

I nodded even though he wasn't looking at me.

The car was silent once again until it was broken by the ringing of a cell phone. I recognized the ring tone and realised it was my phone. I rumaged through my bag and took it out.

I answered. "Hello."

A deep male voice answered. "Issy?" He asked.

"Yes, who is this?" I asked.

"It's greg."

My breath stopped and so did my world. I haven't heard from greg in 5 years. How did he get my number? why is he calling me now after 5 years? What do I say? Do I curse him for taking my virginity and leaving me? Do I just act like nothing happened? A thousand different thoughts ran through my mind and I was snapped out of my deep thinking by gregs voice.

"Issabella?"

"Greg." I said. when I said the name I saw mariano physically tensed and his grip on the staring wheel became even tighter, if that was even possible. I swallowed hard and listened to what greg was saying.

"Issy, I'm so sorry for everything that I did to you, I shouldn't have taken your virginity then left the next day, I was stupid, really, really stupid. It's just that you made me feel things I've never felt before and I didn't know what to do, I was scared; I thought I was going mad and-and," He paused and sighed. "I guess what I'm trying to say is that I-" Greg was cut off when the car came to an abrupt hault. I jolted forward and my phone fell from my hold.

I looked at mariano who was sitting upright in his seat staring into space.

"What the f*ck happened?" I asked holding my stomach and staring at him expectantly.

He didn't even look at me, he just sat there.

"Mariano?" I spoke.

no answer, he didn't move.

"Is something wrong?" I asked.

No answer.

I heard low murmuring coming from my phone and then I remembered that greg is still on the line. I took it up from the floor and put it to my ears.

"Hello?"

"Yes, what happened?" Asked greg.

"The c-" I was cut off by mariano's voice.

"bullsh!t." Was all he said.

"What?" I asked genuinly confused.

"What he's saying is f*ckry." He spoke again before starting the car and driving off.

I hung up the phone and turned to look at mariano.

"What's your problem?" I asked getting pissed.

"You are my problem." He says through clenched teeth.

"Me? How am I your problem?" I shouted at him, my anger becoming clearer by the second.

We pulled up at a restaurant and he stopped the car. He came out of the car and began walking towards the entrance completely ignoring me. I came out too and trailed behind him.

"I asked you a question." I shouted at him from behind him. I got the attention of some people who were in the region.

"Mariano." I shouted is name. He slowly turned around and stalked over to me.

"I don't want you talking to him anymore." He said rather calmly.

"What? You don't even know who he is, he could be my brother for all you know." I said angrily.

"I don't care who he is and I'll never care who he is just don't talk to him again." He said.

I have no idea why but at this moment I started to laugh. I just laughed and laughed. Mariano gave me a confused and pissed off expression.

"You really think you can tell me what to do, I'm twenty frigin four years old, I'm my own woman and I will do whatever I please and talk to whomever I want because I do what I want when I want." I said talking up in his face with a ton of attitude, the jamaican side of me was really showing now.

He opened his mouth to talk back when his phone began to ring. He took it from his pocket and answered it.

"Yes, speak...... WHAT!?....... I'll be there soon, don't let any of them leave." He took the phone from his ears and hung it up. He grabbed my hand and began pulling me to the car.

"Where are we going? I didn't even get to eat.......... Mariano?" He opened the car door for me.

"Get in." He said holding it open. I stepped in and he closed the door and walked to the other side.

He entered the car and started the car and sped down the road. He had a look on his face, not a look of anger, not a look of annoyance and not a look of irritation but the expression on his face was one I have never seen on mariano before. It was a look of vulnerabililty, a look of sadness and a look of depression.

"What's wrong?" I asked him putting my hand on his leg. He twitched his leg implying that I should remove my hand. I frowned before moving my hand.

"What's wrong mariano?" I asked.

He didn't answer. I sighed and rested my head against the window. After about 5 minutes of silence he spoke.

"I'm taking you home, then I'm leaving." He said.

"Leaving to where?" I asked.

"Italy."

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