‘What does he really mean with that smirk?’

We all entered the house and before we were settled Nadia ran straight to the kitchen to get her fruit juice pouch and brought another for Jen.

"Please, have it, you'll feel fresh."

"Thanks, dear. You are so-o sweet!" Jensen cordially took the pack from her and without any further delay squeezed off the whole lot of it. It looked like he was thirsty enough for quite a long hour. By the time I had already put my bags and cell phone on the center table and my inner mind suggested me to let know about Jensen's injury, while I haven't had a single talk about it.

Jensen sat on the only armchair in the drawing room, which Nadia had suggested him. I began with an apology, sort of -

"I am sorry, I hadn't so far paid any heed to your injury, you know actually…"

"Oh, never mind and don't take it serious, nothing major here, just a case of torn ligament, and its fine now… the medic has properly attended, gave some tranquilizer… matter of three four days, max.. you please don't bother…"

'I knew Jensen, he was always like this, in the time of crises I never found him loose control. Situations arrived when I literally lost my balance, but I found he stood out there with vigor and confidence.'

Suddenly I thought that 'He might be hungry. I should ask him about it.'

"Hungry?"- just to break the silence I said this to him.

"Yea, little bit."- he answered with a shrug.

"Biscuits with jam?"- I asked him again but this time I got a little giggle. Then he looked at me and I shrugged as like what happened?

"You still can't cook."- this sentence made me light. I felt so bad for him. I smiled at him by looking down.

"It's fine with biscuits and jam."- I headed towards the fridge in the kitchen and took out the jar of jam.

"She's kinda look like me, right?"- Jensen asked me and I gave him a plate full of biscuits sandwiches. Then went back to the kitchen.

"Yes."- I replied straightly. I put some jam in between of two biscuits and poured it all in my mouth at once. Then put back the jam and biscuit's jar on their right places.

I came back to the drawing room and stood leaning on the wall.

"There's a little bit me in her, right?"

"Not a little bit. She's just like you."- I didn't hesitate to tell him that. I finished my food.

"Does she know about me?" I suddenly felt fear appeared on my mind. I got silent for some seconds. I could the feel the next question he would ask to me.

"No!"- I answered nervously.

"I didn't tell her."

"Why?"- his voice gone serious. I was totally silent for some moments.

"I didn't get my answer?"- his voice turned too serious this time. I kept quiet because I was finding words of my answer.

"Do you want me to tell her?"- I got absolutely scared after this question. I kept thinking about the moment if he tells Nadia about us.

'How will she react? What should I say then? What should I say now? Shit!'

"Mom I'm done!"- I heard Nadia came to the kitchen and saw she headed straight to Jensen and sat on his lap.

'This is the worst day of my life.'

I thought this to myself and was still worried about that. I looked straight into Jensen's eyes to beg him not to tell her anything but he gave me smirk.

'What does he really mean with that smirk?'