Chapter 16 Photo

Angelica

I inhaled deeply, I never inhaled this deeply in my entire life, I tried to conceal my emotions. I don't wanna cause a scene in here, even though we are clearly at the rooftop and nobody's here but still, I don't wanna make problems - especially this guy.

"Angela." He looked deeply into my eyes. "I know I don't deserve any of your kindness and politeness and... your smile but I just wanna say sorry."

In a non verbal reply , I nodded. Hoping he will change the topic.

"After what I've done, I know I don't deserve to see him. But I wanna see what he looks like, you never posted him on social media."

He's right, I don't.

The main purpose was I don't want people to ask who the father is and if I post some pictures, people will suspect it since Nicholas is an international model they might get a hint and Zeke is like a carbon copy to him. Not that I'm ashamed of my son it's just that I don't want to cause any rumors, I don't have enough time to for that.

"But can I see him though?" Nicholas voice ripped me out of my thoughts. Seeing his pleading eyes almost make my heart break, "I know I don't deserve him but can I?"

"I—" I cleared my throat. "I don't know. Zeke... He doesn't know who you are yet. But he did ask what you look like." I looked down and stared at my hands. Why am I staring at my hands?

"Really?" Based on what I heard from his voice he sounded overjoyed. I looked up and I see a small smile at the corner of his lips. "What did he said?"

I weakly smiled as I remember the photo that I kept after all this years. "He said you both have similar hair."

"You showed him a photo of me?" Nicholas enthusiastically asked.

I nodded, "It was a blurry photo so he clearly didn't see our faces. It was the Photo of us in the fair." I shrugged, trying to act normal as if keeping a photo of us for 7 years is only natural. "It was in my journal."

"Do you have a photo of him? Can I see that instead?" He said, sliding a bit closer to me.

I opened my phone and open the album that I made especially for him. "Just slide it to the right, It's the process of Zeke growing up, I had fun making that. I always took photos of him but he doesn't like it."

"Just like you, you hated it." He smiled. "Such an ironic thing to say to a Photographer."

I giggled and said, "Yeah, you never forget that didn't you?"

"Nope." Nicholas swipe my phone quietly. The more I look at him the more shaky his hands are and I feel this little tug inside my chest I don't know what it is but I shouldn't feel bad for hiding Zeke, he left first and that's what he deserve.

Right?

"Angela, he looks so beautiful." He whispered. "We have the same eyes and Hair Angela." His voiced croaked, He look at me and his eyes are glistening due to the water started to build up in his eyes. He just look so happy, "Aw man." He started crying.

I'm starting to tear up as well, "I shouldn't have left, I would have carried him in my arms, I would have kiss him, hug him." His voice croaked.

I wipe a tear and said, "It's okay Nicholas its all in the past. We can't change it anymore." I patted his back, "It's okay."

I let him cry for a couple of minutes until he exhaled and wipe the last tear stream down his cheek. "I'll be okay." After his small breakdown, he composed himself and comb his hair with his finger.

He handed me my phone and he unexpectedly cupped my small hands. I wanna move my hand but I couldn't, I couldn't move at all.

I look deeper in his emerald eyes looking deeper into mine, sending shivers down to my spine. I studied his face since this is the first time in 7 years, I finally got to see him again. I studied his nose, eyes, his red ears, and finally his soft pink lips. And I see him looking at mine as well, eyeing me up and down to my eyes and lips.

"You look so beautiful." He whispered, slowly tucking a hair behind my ears. "You still look beautiful." He cupped my cheeks. "I miss kissing this birthmark on your cheeks that you always hated, I miss kissing your perfectly shaped nose." He move closely and kissed the birthmark on my cheeks and kiss my nose. I finally exhaled the breath I've been holding, "And most importantly, I miss kissing your lips."

My body seems to have its own mind because I closed my eyes and tilted my head and let him kiss me. His soft lips danced with mine through the night, My hands suddenly cling his neck and to his hair, pulling him closer to me. With our tongues dancing through the rhythm of our heartbeats he let out a soft groan, we were craving each others taste. I miss kissing him with the taste of mint and cigarettes, I miss kissing him like this. I miss his touch, his soft butterfly kisses.

He bit my bottom lip and I let out a soft moan, making me want more, I hungrily kiss him back, making us stumble down the floor. Maybe kissing down the floor is not a good Idea at all but we wanted this. I wanted it, he wanted it. He grab my waist and pull me closer to him, my body obeyed, my mind kept on telling me to stop but my body isn't cooperating. I opened my eyes and see myself sitting on his lap, Breathlessly broke our kiss, with our sweaty foreheads touch. Hands still on my waist holding me closer to him, until I finally realized what we have done.

I stood up so quickly, looking at him with my heart in my throat. "This didn't happened." I say it with my whole chest. I quickly ran inside the building.