Love Began with the First Meeting

Edgar nodded his head as one last goodbye and escorted Jennifer towards their table.

Their dinner was supposed to be a happy moment for their family but it was slightly ruined by their run-in with Edgar and Jennifer. Even Mark could sense that something was wrong. He looked hesitantly at Brian and then at Molly who had already turned numb due to the tension. Brian noticed Mark's uneasiness—something that Brian was trying to avoid for Mark to feel in the first place. So he tried his best to divert Mark's attention from what had just happened by bringing up topics after topics so that Mark would forget the whole thing. Molly was also distracted by the conversation- her face gradually lighting up as the night went on.

"Papa Brian, can I sleep with you tonight?" Mark suddenly asked of Brian, his eyes were almost begging as he looked at Brian while they were driving on the way home.

"Okay," Brian answered simply, not even looking back at Mark.

This was enough to light up Mark's eyes and paint a big smile on his face, "This is the best day ever!" he cried excitedly.

Molly sat in silence in the back seat, listening to their conversation. She somehow felt jealous at their closeness. She hated to admit it but she couldn't ignore it. She felt as if she was estranged from her own son. 'It's been barely a month since I left him with Brian and how quickly they've grown close. It's like I didn't spend the last four years with him, ' she whined in her mind.

Brian could see that Molly was pouting in the backseat; he smiled at that sight. 'If Mark is all you care about, that's fine, I love taking care of Mark. Because I know that as long as Mark is here, you won't ever leave. And dealing with Mark is fine. I don't own XK Intelligence Agency for nothing—I know how things work. Always use your enemy's weakness against him. And yours was pretty obvious and it's sitting right here next to me.

to use him especially if it means I get to keep you around, ' Brian thought

the window talking on

before immediately hanging

embarrassed, "I'm going downstairs to get milk for Mark. Can you watch him first?" she asked

just passing by when she heard Brian talking softly, "Every night before you go to sleep, I'm allowing you to ask me one question. So think hard and choose the question you want an answer to the

all of them right

it out,"

a while, no one said anything—Mark didn't answer. She could imagine

their respective relationships to Mark. While they were both nothing but loving towards Mark—they differ in that Spark just succumbed to Mark's every whim while Brian was a bit more on the disciplining

put a pot of milk on it. Ever since Mark started living here, Brian decided to get his milk from Netherlands to

as more than a dear friend. There was no way Molly could ever pay him back for all those years. She felt herself so cruel and merciless. She disgusted herself, yet she felt that she had to do it, not only for Mark, but also for him. She could not allow herself to ignore his feeling toward her and keep him

she had already lost count. She was so happy that Mark wasn't the