Chapter 11

　　I already had the to -buy list for Cohen’s stuff, we went straight to school supplies and started shopping.

　　"Pick anything you want in additional, baby, it's my treat." I said to him.

　　"But I can't let you pay ..." he replied with a frown on my forehead.

　　"Why not? I have money."

　　I watched his sincere eyes stare at me.

　　"Daddy said I should never let a woman pay for me, I should be the one treating you .." the corners of my lips lifted spontaneously to smile, finally I laughed. This child ..

　　"It's alright, baby, your dad is s sexist, don't listen to him." I said. "Tita will pay for today, and then you'll treat me someday when you get older, is that okay?" But the boy won't agree with me. He walked towards Wyatt and tugged on his right foot.

　　Wyatt squat down to talk to him. "What is it?" He asked in his usual low voice.

　　"You're rich, right? Please lend me some money, I'll pay you when I get a job." Cohen whispered to him but I could still hear.

　　Wyatt nodded at him without emotion so Cohen's face cleared. "Tita Lea, after this I'll treat you to a restaurant. It's a date." Seriously, as time goes on I am shocked at this child.

　　I just nodded and smiled at him as we shopped. He also bought his starwars bag and Wyatt paid for everything, I thought he was just joking before.

　　I grabbed a paper bag to help but Wyatt tried to get it back.

　　"I said I can do this, let me." Palag ko.

　　"Give it to me." It's so ugly to be beaten up.

　　"Seriously, Wyatt, this isn't even that heavy. I'm fine."

　　"Their cute family," I turned to the women lined up at the counter and looking at us.

　　"Yeah, daddy's sweet, and handsome!"

　　"But they look like they're still kids,"

　　"That woman is familiar, isn't that Eleanor?"

　　"Look son, oh, very nice race."

　　I almost bit my own tongue because of what I heard. Eventually I dropped the paperbag and walked ahead to avoid those women. I’m sure Wyatt heard them too so it’s embarrassing!

　　I took Cohen to an Ice cream parlor to relax. We sat facing each other in the middle of the table.

　　"This time, I'll pay, okay?" I clarified.

　　"No, you're my date. I won't let you pay." he replied.

　　I gasped.

　　"How do you call this a date when I'm here?" Wyatt replied just sitting next to me.

　　"Kuya, sit here." Cohen calls to him but he doesn't seem to hear anything.

　　"What flavor do you want?" Wyatt asked.

　　"Uh, like chocolate chips." My answer.

　　"You?" He asked Cohen.

　　"Moose tracks," the child replied. Wyatt nodded and stood up to order and I was about to go, when Cohen stopped me. He stood up and joined Wyatt as I was left alone at our table. Nice, I left.

　　I took out my phone to update my sister Celine that we had already bought everything Cohen had. He didn't reply and I understand because my older brother and I are taking care of something. I wonder how it feels to be in love, I mean the real love. The one that allows you to feel their so called 'mixed emotions'.

　　I remember seeing Kuya Loren cry on his study room when he found out that he has a son with the only woman that he loved. He was so furious for being successful but not knowing that he has a responsibility that ate Celine managed to do. He was so happy that finally he has a family to share his success and love. He was so greatful that ate Celine raised their child properly and without making Cohen hate my brother.

　　After all those years, they deserve to be happy and settle down for their family.

　　I can't imagine myself in that situation. I haven't even fell in love. I had boyfriends and flings but never did I felt hurt while losing them.

　　When Wyatt and Cohen came back with three bowls of Ice cream, I was stunned with the unfamiliar beat of my heart. Gavin Wyatt is walking towards me, he's looking at Cohen intently. A small smile curved on his lips while watching Cohen walk. When they finally reached our table, Cohen sat down beside me and Wyatt settled down in front of me.

　　He placed a bowl of mint chocolate chips. I looked down on the ice cream as I analyze myself. Why do I feel like this? My heart is beating so fast and loud that it hurts my chest. I just froze there looking down and nervous while pulling myself together.

　　This is bad, this is really really bad. What I'm feeling is outlandish for me, and I'm afraid that once I figured it out .. it might put us in great danger. And I'm afraid I'm walking through that hazard.