Weeks went by, and I was really feeling depressed about this break up and I couldn't hide it anymore.

Today however I decided to get back on my grind. By all means necessary.
I got up and got dressed I was going to enjoy a nice spa day and spend the rest of my afternoon by my dad's job.

As I entered the kitchen to pick up a fruit. I turn my head to the side and I see a cute light skin brown eyed 5 year old. Well he looked 5 to me.

I stared at him and he stared back. I quirk my eyebrow at him hoping I'd get an explanation but instead he smiles at me. It was almost as if he's blushing.

That automatically made me smile "so you're just sitting in my kitchen looking cute?" I teased. He chuckled and said nothing.

"Were you sent to spy on me?" I teased
I gasped "are you a super secret agent?" I opened my eyes big for extra effect.
He laughed " noooo"
"My name is Emiliano and I'm 5 years old. I'm too young to be a spy" he responded.
"You can call me Emi" that's a cute nickname I think I'll call him that. As I take a bite from my Apple I asked "so Emi, what you doing here?"

"My mom is very sick and I can't stay home alone so i came with my brother to work" I nodded.
"He told me to sit here and don't do anything stupid because some days there's an angry monster in the house and she bites so to stay quiet" he recited.

"He says that sometimes she can be the sweetest girl but sometimes she can be a brat.  He used to call her a fish but i think he likes her " he said confidently and wiggling his eyebrows.

"What do you mean by fish, I don't get it I'm confused"  he looked around first before leaning forward and speaking lowly "I'm not suppose to say the word because it's the bad word they call girls" my mouth opened.

"What did he say the name of this fish was?"
He started tapping his chin as if he was thinking hard.
"It's a hard name for me to say" he frowned "Fran- Franchise- franchess"
I was boiling but I contained myself "you mean Franchesca love?" His face displayed surprise
"That's the one!"

"Wow! I know her!" He was surprised again and smiled "you do? You need to be careful because she can be here any minute and we don't know if she's biting today"

"I heard she doesn't brush her teeth" he mentioned and I stood up in shock "peee-yuuuuu" he said as he held his nose.

That was it. Milo was going to hear me today!
"Tell you what I'll see you later.  I got things to do but continue being a good boy and when I come back Ice cream's on me"

"Really?!" He got excited "really" I nodded.

"Oh boy! I'll be good I promise" he was so cute he almost washed away my anger.

"Milooooo!!" I yelled as I walked into the garden.

Milo Pov

Oh shit.

She met Emiliano.

I had no idea where she was but I quickly started looking for a hiding space in the garden. I tried going hiding behind one of the trees because I do not want to know what Emiliano said to her.

"Milo!" She yelled as she furiously stomped further into the garden. When I felt like she made it far enough I stepped out and started heading in the opposite direction.

I had to stop in my tracks as I came face to face with Mr. Donovan.
"Hey Milo, how are you doing?"

"I'm doing good sir" I wonder what this was about. I was just hoping it could be over quick before she finds me.
"So I just got off the phone with the hospital and I'm sorry to inform you that your mom went into coma" he said frowning.

"What?" I said in disbelief "she was fine when we left her this morning!" I exclaimed. I feel the tears rushing to my eyes but I hold them back. I can't lose my mom too. I just can't.

"Listen I want you to stay with us until your mom is feeling better. I have a room prepared for you and your brother I have already considered his school hours and I will have somebody drop him off and pick him up so you won't have to worry about that."

"Mr. Donovan, I don't know if I can accept this. This is too much for me to process all at once" I was really having a hard time processing what was happening. My mom went into coma? What am I going to tell Emi?

Mr. Donovan rested his hand on my shoulder " Milo, don't think too much about it. My house is open to you, I will cover the expenses of your house but I want you to stay here with us in the house"
Before I can respond I hear a loud "what?!"

Franchesca Pov

I know I heard wrong. Did my dad say he wants Milo to stay with us in the house? No sir.
No he will not!

"No no no no"
"The answer is no, daddy" I said with a lot of irritation hinted in my voice.  I was still upset about what he's been telling his brother.

"Franchesca, whether you like it or not they are staying here" I opened my mouth in disbelief about to argue Milo cuts me off " Mr. Donovan I don't want to cause any conflict, I can just stay home" look at him trying to be all cute and considerate.

"No. Franchesca needs to learn that I'm the man in charge!" He said sternly shutting me up instantly. I can only imagine how Milo is internally smiling at his victory. I have no idea what he did to earn my dads trust so fast.

"Follow me Milo, I'll show you to the rooms" I stood there in disbelief.
What in world was happening here?

*****

I walk into my work space and everyone in the design room looked at me.

"What are you looking at?" I said confused "ponte a trabajar, get to work" I snapped my fingers.

I found my space and began drawing out my ideas. Once they were done, I started searching for fabric to start piecing my idea together.

As I began doing that someone stopped me in my tracks "ma'am, we're not allowed to use those fabrics"

"Says who?" I responded folding my arms.
"The boss"  she responded nervously, confused I'm wondering if she knew who I was.

"Do you know who I am?" She nodded "ma'am I do but-"

"Okay then you know I'm the boss's daughter, in other words maybe you can't use this fabric but I can" I broke it down slowly for her to understand.

"Miss -" I cut her off because this conversation was becoming longer than it should have been.

"Look-" before I get my sentence out this lady walks in and said "what's going on in here?"
She looks at me and frowns "and why are you using my fabric? I thought I told everyone in here to leave that fabric alone" she scolded them.

"I don't know who you think you are, but my daddy owns all of this so I use what I want to use" I said putting her in her place. Who did she think she was making demands anyway?

She chuckled. But there was nothing that was funny. She came towards me and completely ripped apart what I had just drafted.

My jaw dropped "what is wrong with you?!"
"This is my fabric and this is also my business"

"What?" I responded confused.
Just then my father walked in with a calm expression and his hands in pocket.

"Franchesca, love, this is your mother"