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Nine months ago.

I got a job at the hospital thanks to Iskander because he said he could trust me to care for his father and Adele.

That was, by far, the nicest thing he's ever said to me.

Anyway, I've been working with Iskander's son, taking him to speech therapy.

Why am I bothering some other woman's child?

Honestly, I need to because I know Iskander doesn't know what to do, and he's too proud to ask for help.

Kenji had a seizure not too long ago, and he's been doing well. He's like my bestie, but he thinks I'm his mother; I won't tell him anything until his real mom comes.

I just put Kenji to sleep, and Iskander just returned from the store with a lot of stuffed animals, over a hundred dollars worth.

I gasp. "Izzie, we don't need all this, just four or five of them."

Iskander narrowed his eyes at me. "There's so many fucking animals; I don't fucking know which one he would like." He sets the toys down. "And my name is not fucking Izzie."

"Yes, it is."

Iskander glares at me, and I smirk. "Go ahead, call me Rennie; I like it."

"You do realize your life is in danger because you liked me."

"I still like you–and I don't see a problem."

He groans. "I've never seen anyone like you–"

I twirl around him. "And that's why you're so attracted."

"I'm far from attracted to you," he lies.

"Izzie, don't lie. I can name the many times you came close to kissing me."

Iskander ignores me. "How did we go from stuffed animals to...your nonsense?"

I shrug. "It happens when you refuse to admit you want me. I know you want me."

"Fuck off, Renata. I'm going to sleep."

I smirk. "Wanna sleep with me?"

He walks away.

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"Can I–?"

I smile. "It's ok to ask; I won't get mad."

Kenji glances at Iskander and then back at me. "Co–could I have s–something else?"

I sigh. "I'm sorry, cariño, you have to eat tofu for a while; we don't want you to get sick."

Before we found Kenji, it's estimated he hadn't eaten in months, only living off water and sugared water. We can't just automatically get him food because of refeeding syndrome.

"You could also try fish, but it won't be seasoned."

Kenji shakes his head, sighing. "Ok,"

I pat his head softly. "After you finish, we can go to the playground and make some friends."

Kenji stops eating and looks at me with confusion written all over his face. "F-Friends?"

I nod, ignoring the fact that he has no idea what that is. "People you play with and make fun memories with."

"D–does that mean y–you and da–d are my f–friends?"

Iskander gives the slightest smile ever. "Yea, we're your friends."

I smile. "But, we want you to make more."

Kenji smiles. "Ok." Kenji ate his tofu and ran back into his room to change. "I'm making n–new friends with m–mom and dad!" He yells as he runs.

I tensed as he called me his mother again....this time in front of Iskander.

"He calls you his mom?"

I nod, feeling bad again. "Yeah, I mean, he–I–I couldn't tell him I wasn't, you know, I–"

I paused when Iskander chuckled. "Are you blushing, Renata?"

I rolled my eyes. "Whatever, Izzie."

"You're such a weirdo."

"You're an asshole."

He scoffs. "That you continue to crush on."

"Because you like me too."

"You also continue to delude yourself."

I stand in front of him, and he furrows his brows, attitude written all over his face. "What the fuck do you want?"

"Kiss me, Izzie."

His eyes widen a bit before he frowns at me. "Go fuck yourself. I hate you."

I laugh mockingly, leaving Iskander to himself in the kitchen.

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"You can do it, Kenji. Go play." I encourage him when I see Kenji hesitate.

Iskander sighs. "Let me help you on the slide."

Kenji nods. "O–ok."

I walk with them to the slide, and Iskander places Kenji on the slide and gives him a slight push. He slides down with a squeal and immediately runs up the stairs, and slides down again without anyone's help.

"You alright, kid?"

Kenji nods. "I–I'm ok!"

I nod and give him a small wave as Iskander, and I walk over to a bench.

I sigh, looking around the playground, and notice a bunch of stay-at-home mothers, looking, pointing, and giggling at Iskander, who's totally oblivious to what's happening. It's pretty apparent, but Iskander isn't paying attention to anything but his phone.

"Hey, look, you're a ladies' man," I said, gesturing to the women fawning over him.

Iskander scoffs. "I know; you're like one of them."

I rolled my eyes. "I guess we know your type then."

"Renata, you are definitely not my fucking type."

I nod. "Right, right, it's blondies."

"No, I'd rather be a single dad forever."

"No, you don't."

"Renata."

"Izzie."

Iskander takes a deep breath. "Do you like pissing me off?"

I smile. "Yes, I do. It's hilarious that you think you can possibly hurt my feelings or scare me."

"I should have left you in the water."

I lean closer. "I would haunt you. I would be more annoying then."

Iskander glares at me; our faces now inches away.

I smirk. "Kiss me, Izzie."

"Excuse me?!" A shrill voice pulls us away from each other.

I clear my throat. "Yes?"

The woman who interrupted us was clearly furious. "This is a playground, not a kissing area. There are children here!"

Iskander stands up, ignoring the woman that apparently has nothing better to do. "I'm going to go get Kenji."

"Hello? Mister?" The woman says Iskander blatantly ignores her.

"Uh, I'll go start the car," I said awkwardly; who knew Americans were so dramatic?

Iskander doesn't say a word to me as he drives. I know this man is engaged, but he obviously doesn't care for Adele, not that I'm trying to be the other woman or steal another woman's child.

I know what I want, and I'm gonna for it. Iskander knows precisely what he wants as well, but I'm going to get it out of him.

And maybe I'll grant his wish and kiss him. He's been wanting to do that since we went to Granada.

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