Chapter three

Neither of us realized how the time flew by so quick. I can't even tell how Isla  got from one glass of champagne, to now six shots of tequila and multiple cocktails that I couldn't even count.

Isla was one hell of a drinker.

From our days of meeting in highschool to our college days, the memories getting cozier by the time. I couldn't remember the last time we'd actually had such long talks but I was really loving talking to her again. Just like we used to..

Our expectations of the future even wilder than we'd anticipated, with Isla wanting to adopt eight puppies and have four children.

The bartender himself can't help eavesdropping on our conversations. I can see him from the side of my eyes glancing at us every now and then and smiling whilst pouring Isla her drinks.

He very badly seemed to want to laugh out loud at our crazily stupid conversation or even better __join in but he held himself.

"Pour me a long island iced tea." Isla says to the bartender but am too quick to stop him.

"That's enough. The day's still young and your already drunk." I say to her whilst helping her stand up from the stool.

"Why do you always have to be the one that spoils the fun." She says, in her drunken tone.

"Cause am the mature one of the two of us." I say to her whilst paying for the drinks and then dragging her out.

Taking the keys from her Dolce & Gabbana bag, I open the car door and then giving her a hand as she gets inside.

One thing was for sure__ I wasn't going to let Isla drive. Pulling out my phone from the bag, I dialled Rodrigo and luckily enough he was free.

Sitting silently in the car__ with only Isla mumbling in her drunken state__ I can't help but smile at her silly behavior. Rodrigo had indeed landed himself one hell of a precious girl.

I just can't shake off the thoughts of being a mother. The entire time after I'd told Isla about my desire to have a child, I've been thinking about it even more than I did before.

Me, Hector and our daughter or maybe a son, I can't help the urge of smiling just thinking of our mini family.  I really look forward to seeing Hector's expression tonight, when I tell him of my willingness to finally have a child of our own.

I bet he'd be equally excited.

Oh God, make my wish come true.

The sound of a knock on the front door snapped me out of my reverie.

I wasn't even done with making my wish.

With the startle I'd just had, I open my eyes angrily and then turned to face the side from where the knock came from, ready to snap at the person, only to see Rodrigo.

The expression on his face told nothing but fear and concern. I can't even bring myself to shout at this man. He was purely in love with Isla that anything concerning her gave him the shivers.

Opening the door, I hope out and walke past him and then moving  towards the back door before opening it for him to see his fiance dead asleep.

"There she is__ a life and kicking." The worry on his face eased on setting his eyes upon her.

"How much did she take? And even who gets drunk on a Tuesday?" His words sounding serious.

"She didn't think she'll get this drunk." What else would I say to him. Isla had a mind of her own.

She didn't need anyone to coerce her into anything nor was she one to follow rules.

She was just Isla.

"God, this one you sent me __ she's one to deal with." He says  adjusting her comfortably on the seat before closing the door.

" I guess I'll drop you off at work before taking her home." I hear him say to me.

"Thank you, but I'll just take a cab. Besides am heading home and not to work." I say to him taking my bag from the car.

"No problem then. I'll drop you off, unless you're going to tell me Hector doesn't like friends passing by." He speaks and I can really now see the reason he was together with Isla.

Indeed birds of a feather flock together.

Till this day, I had gotten used to only Isla's teases and not anybody else and here I was getting it from her man.

I too could be better at the game.

"Friends! You say. Can you believe it, you my friend proposed to my bestie and didn't bother telling me before hand."  I wonder what's going on in that he's mind .

Smiling, he tried to say something but was tongue tied or rather finding the right words to say he's reasons to me.

"Ah, So that's what you girls were celebrating." His expression telling off the surprise on his face.

"If you're trying to change the subject __ just know it ain't working." I said giving him my most scary look, the one  where I squint my one eye as I raise my eyebrow.

I bet looking him straight in the eyes from the other side of the door sent shivers down his spine as I noticed his hands gripping on the Steering wheel.

It was almost as if he wanted to hope in the car immediately and then drive off.

" About not telling you before, it's just that the both of you __ can't be trusted with a secret that involves you both." He speaks letting down on his guard.

"Can't be trusted. What's that supposed to mean?" I clearly knew what he meant by I still felt offended and found myself asking.

I won't lie,but if someone told me something and that I had to keep it away from Isla__ I swear to God, if she asked then I'll be telling her. That's Just how we always roll.

We were each other's ride or die.

"If I had told you before hand, you'd have definitely ran and spilled it to her. The both of you are just like little teenage besties __ still in the episode of life where you tell each other everything." He speaks with this look on his face as if he's waiting for me to deny and then provide the evidence Infront of me.

"That's not true. There are certain things we keep to ourselves." I say and when I think of the things I've kept to myself I can't really tell.

"We both know that's a lie." He says assuring me he knew it too well.

"You can't be so sure about that. Believe me, we can hide things from ourselves." I  say trying to sound convincing.

"Really. I bet you she told you the type,size and color of my underwear."

Hi.. just dropped chapter 3  hope you loved it.  Hope to see your votes and comments.