Not Done With You

"I've missed you so much mi amor." Carlos says, giving me a squeeze.

"What do you mean you miss her? You only met Mumma yesterday?" Diego asks confused. I act confused as well considering I was sure that Diego fell asleep 10 minutes ago.

"Diegs, do you think it's time for bed? We've watched 3 movies and it's extremely late?" I suggest.

"But I don't want to go all the way back to the hotel." He whines.

"You can sleep in my bed then. It's super big." Carlos adds. Sleeping in his bed? As in staying the night. At Carlos's house. Me. And him. Same house. One night. This can't be good.

"Yes yes yes!" He squeals. Carlos stands up as Diego jumps into his arms.

"I'll go tuck him into bed. Then you and me can have a chat." He says as he carries Diego towards the room that holds so many memories.

 It feels like years before Carlos comes to sit back down again. My eyelids grow heavy and I struggle to focus on him walking into the room. 

"You're cute when you're sleepy." He says grabbing the rug off the floor and laying it on top of me. "But I want to talk."

"About what?" I yawn. 

"You. Me. Diego. Your life. My life. Everything." He laughs. "Can I sit back down with you?"

I nod my head and sit up. Sitting down beside me he pulls my body to his chest. 

"How have you been querida?" He asks.

"I've been, hmm. Well to be honest. I've been struggling. I quit my job when I found out I was pregnant with Diego, and I have only managed to score a job at the local pub where I live."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"Tell you what?"

"That you were pregnant. With my child."

"Because I- you broke me Carlos. Shattered me. and I knew that if you didn't have enough time to have a relationship with me, how were you supposed to have enough time to be a father as well? And then I thought I could tell you. I was going to. 4 months in, I realized I probably should tell you, and then I saw your Instagram stories. With Isa. And- Well I thought you moved on, so I removed you off all socials and decided not to tell you."

"Isa was supposed to help me move on. But she didn't, not even the tiniest bit. I broke up with her straight after I saw you in the hospital, and I haven't been with a girl since. Well I was never with Isa like that, it was kind of just strictly professional to boost our image." He says. "Hayley I've been in a state of celibacy since the last time we did it." Oh. 

"Carlos this is alot." I sigh.

"I know mi amor. How about we get some sleep?" He suggests. "You can go with Diego and I'll take the couch."

"I don't want to wake up Diego, he struggles to get to sleep."

"I know that now, he made me tell him 3 stories and wait till he went to sleep. And then I got up to leave and he asked me where I was going." Carlos laughs. "I could've sworn he was out cold."

"Ugh tell me about it."

"Come on, you can have the guest bed and I'll take the couch." He says as he interlocks our fingers and pulls me up from where I am seated. He leads. I follow. I've walked these halls countless times and memorized every room. Why should he need to show me where the guest room is? I used it as my own room when we were together. I fully customized it to fit my excellent taste. Opening the door, Carlos has a small smirk plastered on his face. Oh. My. God. The room hasn't changed a single bit. The polaroid's taken on our summer break are still on the far wall with fairy lights outlining each picture. My favourite pot plant is seated on the window ledge. Hang on. Pot plant. Living thing. It's still alive. He kept it alive for me? Then I see it. On the middle of the bed is a small white teddy bear holding a heart that says 'I love you' on it. The teddy bear he gave me on our first valentines. He paired it with the prettiest necklace that I wear daily, I remember that day as though it was yesterday. 

"Carlos-" I stumble. "You kept everything."

"I did." He grins, ushering me into the room.

"But why?"

"Memories mi amor. Those polaroid's let me remember the best vacation I've ever had. The teddy bear is kind of self explanatory. And I kept the plant alive in hopes that one day our love could live once more." He says as he begins to take the pillows of the bed.

"Wow Carlos. You're gonna make me cry." I say. He cares about me. So so much.

"No please don't cry." He says. "Unless they are happy tears of course."

"They are, trust me." I say as I wiggle my way under the covers of the bed, Carlos is stood next to the bed towering over me.

"Would you like me to stay with you?" He sits down on the side of the bed. Would I like him to stay with me? Is he kidding? Yes. A million times yes. I nod my head and shuffle over to the left side of the bed. "No need to move over."

"What do you mean?"

I watch as his strong hands grip the hem of his shirt as he pulls it over his head. His defined muscles flex with every movement. I remember him being ripped, but this ripped? A whiff of his cologne fills the air. I can't keep my eyes from staring at his rock hard chest. His abs are carved into his torso with definition for days. Suddenly, he climbs on top of me so that his face is inches from mine.

He smirks. "Oh how I've missed this."