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Chiquita | Ch. 19

Chapter 18

“Ay, Nevada!” Mariana complained as she crossed the threshold of Nevada’s apartment. “Por favor, I’m fine. We’re fine.”

It’d been agonizing days of recovery at the hospital, but once Mariana had been able to swallow without discomfort and properly digest her food without regurgitating thanks to Ricky’s work and that of the breathing tube, they’d released her and her baby. Yet, the minute Nevada had heard of Mariana’s release, he’d become stricter than he ever had been before.

Nina, Sofía, and Jess had yet to see Mariana. It had been her wish to remain unseen by them and anyone who came looking for her. She had no say in whom saw her son, but according to Nevada, only Nina and Jessica had been the ones who’d kept the baby company whenever he wasn’t with Nevada and her.

Nevada had grown accustomed to not only doing almost everything for her in the duration of her hospital stay, but of making sure she was not over-straining herself when it came to their son, but as soon as the doctor had signed the discharge orders, Mariana had thrown caution to the wind and had done whatever she’d pleased in the coming hours before they’d settle everything with Matías’ doctors.

“Mari,” Nevada huffed. “Chica, por favor,” he begged, taking a step towards her as she limped towards the couch.

“I’ve been bedridden for two weeks, I’ve missed precious, precious time with our son, and all I want is to take a shower and then sit in the tub with Matías,” she smiled, taking a seat on the couch.

He smirked, sitting besides her, “¿Y yo?”

“Y, ¿tú qué?” she bit her lip, looking up at him with coquettish eyes.

“Am I invited to sit in the tub, too?” Mariana shook her head, leaning back against the couch’s back and adjusting Matías across her front. “Why not?” she shrugged with an impish smile, running her hand down the small expanse of Matías’ back. “Chiquita,” Nevada scoffed with a smile.

He looked up at her with his green smolder, relaxing his body in the flirtatious banter they’d set, and when her response didn’t come he leaned in for a kiss, only to find her tipping her chin and his lips landing next to her nose.

“Vada,” she said in a breathy whisper. “Papi, I want nothing more than to kiss you like I know you want to kiss me, but,” she sighed, looking up at Nevada through her lashes, “I feel disgusting.”

Nevada hummed, giving a slight nod. “Bueno,” he begun, “you go do that, and papito and I will stay here and… do some work, and when you’re ready for him, me gritas, and I’ll bring him in.”

Mariana nodded, allowing Nevada to take his son from her chest.

Initially, the nurses at the hospital had bundled him incredibly well, but in true Ramirez fashion, he’d become fussy and impatient and it hadn’t been until Nevada had loosened the swaddle that he’d calmed. Mariana had smiled at him, grateful that even after everything they’d been through, Nevada had found his true fatherly nature. He’d helped Mariana up to the SUV and had waited until she’d tied Matías in the car seat to order Miguel along.

The drive from Union City to the Heights had been one filled with silence and quiet mumbles from Nevada and Miguel. She could appreciate that the both were being mindful of her lack of sleep, but most importantly, the slumber of the newborn by her side.

She stared at Nevada and how careful he was with the baby. He’d leaned back, propped his feet on the coffee table, and allowed for the baby to continue his slumber upon his chest. As he scrolled through his cellphone, he tipped his chin, placing the tip of his nose to the crown of the baby’s head, and puckered his lips to press a kiss to his soft locks.

She sighed, smiling to Nevada’s profile. He’d fallen in love with his son and when in his arms, it was like the entire surroundings would disappear and he only lived to protect him.

She stood, glancing once more over her shoulder just to catch the sweetest moment she’d ever seen: Nevada humming a soft lullaby to his son. She slowly walked towards the en suite, forgetting to grab clean clothes. For a little over a month, she hadn’t known what a shower felt like, she could feel the excitement coursing through her just as she saw the steam fill the air around her. Mariana stepped in, toes curling against the ceramic floor.

The feel of the steamy water calmed her and she leaned into the sensation washing over her; taking her mind off of things. The water poured down her sides, sluicing off her bruised skin, and she sighed, enjoying the feeling of it on her body. She tipped her head back, allowing the water to coat her grown mane. It wasn’t until she ran her fingers through her scalp, feeling the stitching of the gash at the back of her head, that she realized the severity of everything that had happened to her in the last month and a half.

She’d lived with the monster that was Ricardo for a couple of years, and for three years she’d been able to avoid the horrible clutches of domestic abuse, but they’d still taken a toll on her mental state. Now, she had to think about her son. She would lean into Nevada and his support. She couldn’t allow herself to sink into the deep abyss that were the clutches of the human mind, she needed to be strong… for her son.

But, she also understood that in order to be strong for her son, she needed to be strong herself. She sighed, opening her eyes to stare at the bright ceiling of Nevada’s bathroom, bathing her skin, and taking notice of the bruises scattered on her skin. Every mark had a story and a reason for being on her body. If it wasn’t caused by hospital equipment, Ricky and his mean streak had caused it. She made sure to lather herself thoroughly, enjoying the suds and the feeling of being clean and taking time to brush her teeth.

The doctor had advised against washing her hair for the time being until the stitches had come off, but he’d allowed for her to wet it and apply product to the hair as opposed to the scalp. Once done with her shower, she’d wrapped herself in Nevada’s towel, filling the tub with hot water, essential oils, and oat milk soap for both the baby and her.

She was almost ready to call Nevada when he entered with a crying baby, startling Mariana in her quiet reverie. Nevada noticed and he grimaced, “Ay, mami…”

Mariana smiled, shaking her head, “No, don’t apologize.”

He sighed. “Someone’s ready to eat,” he said, bouncing the baby in his arms. “You almost done?” she nodded, walking towards him and placing a kiss to his lips.

Nevada hummed, smirking at her willingness. “Here, I’ll check on the water,” he handed the baby to Mariana, placing a kiss to his head as he did so.

“Ya, mi amor,” she soothed in a mellow voice. “Papi’s almost done with the water.”

Nevada hummed again; shaking his hand above the water he’d been testing, and nodded. He turned the faucet off, standing with a slight protest of his knees to find Mariana sitting on the toilet’s top lid with Matías waving his little arms and fists in the air, exercising his lungs in a powerful cry as she divested him of his onesie, socks, and diaper.

His skin sprouted in gooseflesh and Mariana giggled, coming to a stand, and expertly handling the crying baby as she divested herself of the towel surrounding her body. Nevada took a step forward, taking his son in his hands as Mariana stepped in and lowered herself in the tub. She hissed, hinting at the warmth of the water against her slightly cold skin.

“Too hot?” she shook her head.

She raised her arms, wiping her chest with the towel she’d just removed from her body just so that Matías could latch successfully. Nevada handed Matías to Mariana, and she cooed at him softly, watching as Matías shook his head to find his mother’s nipple and latch.

“Ya, corazón,” Mariana said with a smile, wetting his soft locks.

Minutes ticked on by before Nevada gathered his bravado. “How—How are you feeling?”

Mariana looked up from her son’s face, sighing softly as she gathered the baby against her chest to burp him. Matías’ head faced Nevada, and as Mariana patted his back in rapid succession, the baby nuzzled into his mother’s skin, keeping his eyes open. She ignored the question for the time being, listening to Matías’s soft coos and low-pitched contented sounds.

He burped, causing Nevada to chuckle. Mariana positioned him once more to suckle, scooping water with her hand to bathe the newborn.

“Chiquita…”

She nodded, turning her head, “Be honest with me. Do you want the real truth or some watered-down version of it?”

Nevada set his jaw, giving a quick glance to Matías and his movements. “I would hope you’d give me the real one,” he said evenly.

“I am happy,” she said with a nod, shifting in the water. “But, I am scared, too. I’m relieved to be here with you and our son, Nevada, but…” she sighed, feeling her chin tremble, “I almost—”

“No, no,” he quickly interrupted. “No, we’re not going to think that way, Mari. You’re here, you’re safe, and you have our son in your hands, mami. Don’t—Don’t allow that… motherfucker to steal this.”

“Vada—”

“Qué no, ¡coño! You’ve beat him before, you’re going to again.”

She hissed, glancing down at her son. She saw Nevada move and she shook her head, “I’m fine, just a little sore,” she tittered. “Where is he?”

“Chiquita—”

“Nevada,” she warned sternly. “What did you do?”

He couldn’t help his smirk and he shook his head. “Nada,” he bit his lip, looking up at Mariana. He wouldn’t bother her with what he had… or hadn’t done with Ricky. That was his problem now, and he would handle it as he saw fit.

She narrowed her eyes at him. She knew to expect pushback and for the time being, she’d allow it, but there needed to come a moment where she’d make sure to know what had happened with Ricky.

She focused on the way Nevada’s finger trailed her soapy skin and the look of utter love in his eyes. She’d made him a father and if being around him and Sofía was any indication of his devotion as a parent, she was most excited to see him be a father to their son.

At the hospital, she’d enjoyed time with her son, but everything had a time stamp. Matías could only be with her in her room for two hours before the NICU nurses came in wanting to take him away. His heart rate had improved exponentially, but they wanted to make sure that it was just a mild complication instead of a life altering one. The last thing she wanted was to prevent the medical staff from doing what they needed to do in order to ensure her son’s safety. Yet, she found herself yearning for him the second he was away, and it wasn’t until she threw a fit with Nevada that they finally moved her from the intensive care unit to a room in the maternity ward.

She’d avoided Nevada’s question. She’d been truthful to some extent, but she hadn’t told him about the nightmares and sleepless nights. Not because Matías wasn’t sleeping well, but because all she could see whenever she closed her eyes was the vivid memory of the container turned prison in the shipping yards. Whatever Nevada had done or was doing with Ricky, he deserved, and she hoped he’d suffer the same amount if not more than she had.

“I scheduled an appointment at the dentist tomorrow,” she said quietly, smiling at her newborn son.

Nevada sighed, clearly annoyed at what she’d said. “Mariana—”

“Nevada, what is your problem? Are you planning on keeping me cooped up in here?”

“Well… I just might. Papito cannot be going outside—el sereno me lo va a enfermar.”

Mariana rolled her eyes, “How long is that excuse going to last for?”

“Can’t the appointment wait another week, at least?” he bargained.

“No,” she shook her head. “I’m going tomorrow to the dentist.”

“Fine,” he surrendered, knowing he wouldn’t win this one. “Drop him off at the club—”

“Ha!” she shouted, allowing the outburst to turn into laughter as she adjusted her son on her chest. “That’s funny. In your fucking dreams. I already asked Jess to come with me.”

He hummed, ready to fuss at her once more. “What happened to ‘no quiero que nadie me vea’?” he faked mocked.

She shrugged. “At my discretion…” she smirked, side-eyeing him. “I’m swinging by Nina’s, too,” she saw as he got ready to protest and she beat him to the punch. “Don’t even. I’m going and that’s that.”

“Take Miguel.”

“No.”

He hung his head, what exactly was he paying for when God decided to put her in his path?

The debate had been that she did not want protection, but the second he’d forced her into it, she’d wanted Miguel. It’s how she’d end up with Dylan in the first place, but now that he was more than willing to surrender Miguel for her and her safety—their safety, she didn’t want him.

“No me mires así,” she softly offered. “You’re only offering Miguel because I was right all along and you’re feeling guilty. Do not pity me. From anyone else, sure, I’ll take it ‘cause they don’t know better, but I will not tolerate you treating me any different,” she brought her hand out of the water and pressed it to his beard, feeling the weight of his head against her palm. “I’ll be fine, I promise. And, if I need help or I’m feeling tired, I will personally call Miguel and guilt him into coming to my rescue,” she finished with a smile.

“Ay, Chiquita…” he sighed, looking into her eyes. “Fine, but just know I still have eyes everywhere.”

“Mari, look at him!” Jess fawned for the countless time since leaving the dentist’s appointment.

Now, they were walking side by side. Jess wore the baby and Mariana carried her new accessory turned purse: Matías’ diaper bag. They walked at a leisure pace down the block of Mariana’s dentist. In her mouth she still housed some cotton balls that she needed to take out as soon as she got to Nevada’s.

Mariana smiled at the genuine love she saw in Jess’ eyes. Her son had his head tipped back, his mouth open as he slept.

“Mouth breathers are the worst, Matty,” Jess tittered, bringing her thumb to Matías chin, pushing on his jaw until his mouth was closed and she heard him sigh through his nose. “Much better,” she placated, glancing at Mariana.

She’d felt Mariana’s eyes on her profile, but when she glanced at her walking companion, her eyes were fixed on every step they took. She watched Mariana, gauging how to further proceed when Mariana looked up.

“What?” she said, muffled.

“How are you feeling, Mari? The truth.”

Mariana sighed, shaking her head. “I’m happy,” Mariana admitted, swallowing around the cotton in her mouth. “I’m angry. I’m scared. I’m relieved…”

“Where’s that piece of shit, anyways?”

Mariana shrugged, “Nevada won’t tell me.”

Jessica hummed, but did not press the issue. She knew better than to even think about questioning Nevada’s choices. Mariana was the only one that got away with it, and that was because she was not scared of Nevada. She didn’t fear the repercussions, but everyone else did.

“You know,” Mariana continued, breaking the tense silence between them, “there were days where I would wake up in the hospital and my first thought was of Ricky. If he was alive or dead, and if he was alive, what were his injuries? Was he in the same hospital as I was? Were the police with him? What had Nevada done to him after I loss consciousness. Had he killed Ricky? Had Miguel? If Ricky was dead, then what happened to his body? Had the news covered the story?” she paused, reaching into her mouth to remove the cotton tucked between her cheeks. She made a tasteless sound, bringing the back of her free hand to her mouth before Jess scolded her.

“Don’t!”

“Why?” Mariana looked at Jess with teary eyes. “Why do I care about him?”

Jess frowned, sifting through her words in order to properly formulate her response.

There were several people in the world that could render Jess speechless, Mariana being one of them. She looked away, too much pain in Mariana’s eyes made her uneasy. She couldn’t lie to her if she looked at her, she couldn’t properly comfort Mariana either if she knew there would be a rebuttal.

“Mari,” Jess sighed, shaking her head and closing her eyes at Mariana’s soft whimper. She could feel her chin begin to tremble and she cleared her throat, distracting herself from the emotions… from the truth.

“I still love him, don’t I?”

“Mari…”

“Stop… saying my name!” she came to a stop, disentangling her arm from Jess’.

“I—”

“Just… give me my kid,” she grumbled, tugging at the knot that held the fabric in place at Jess’ natural waist. Jess went to protest, but Mariana already had Matías in her arms, tugging at the fabric with her free hand as she made a quick getaway.

Jessica stood rooted to her spot. She’d literally said nothing to Mariana, nothing to upset her to such extent.

She understood that Mariana needed time. Time to heal and come to understand that Ricky was not a threat any longer. Regardless of what Nevada had or hadn’t done to him. Mariana was safe now. Matías was safe. But, Jess could see that inner turmoil in her eyes. It’d been the same way when she’d started at the school almost four years back. Mariana needed time, more than before, because now she was caring for her child, who needed her more than anything.

Jess watched Mariana power walk down the sidewalk, the fabric of the wrap caught in the wind behind her like a superhero’s cape. She didn’t follow her, she allowed her her space. Jess just hoped she’d remain safe.

Matías had barely stirred with the jostle of the transfer, and Mariana had ducked into one of those fancy Midtown coffee shops and into their restroom in order to both change Matías’ diaper and redo the wrap around her body. The whole thing had taken ten minutes, and she hadn’t left without purchasing some herbal tea to soothe her still aching throat and out of whack nerves.

The afternoon wind picked up, making her shiver, so she pulled the edge of the wrap over her son’s head, patting at his back with each of her steps.

It was no secret that she’d been on edge. Even before leaving the hospital. She tossed and turned all night, even when laying next to Nevada. His hold on her strong and his slumber even stronger. He only ever stirred when he heard Matías coo from his bassinet at Mariana’s side. The entire Ricky ordeal she’d thought to have compartmentalized well, but it’d been proven wrong. Even now, she counted her steps, and her ears were perked up for any unwanted sound behind her. Her instincts had sharpened, and she hated the way she could feel her shoulders on her neck.

Her bottom vibrated, pulling her thoughts to the now. She glanced at the sleeping face of her son, partially covered by the wrap over his head, and she smiled, glancing down the street to see if she could at least place her surroundings. She’d walked a little over five blocks from where she’d left Jess rooted to her spot, a sense of guilt now washing over her. She lashed out for no reason. She lashed out, for what?

Jessica had been nothing but supportive and she went and got mad at her because she didn’t cosign Mariana’s thoughts and feelings? Or, was it been deeper than that?

Was Jess’ silence and apprehension a confirmation of her deepest thoughts and feelings or was it something else completely? She’d opened up to Jess, at her request, let her in to Mariana’s deepest thoughts as of late, and she received nothing but silence from whom she called her best friend.

She felt her bottom vibrate again and she reached around to fish it out of her back pocket. She’d a few missed calls and texts from Jess, and a dozen more notifications, all from Nevada. She rolled her head, taking a careful sip of her herbal tea when her phone vibrated furiously in her hand: an incoming call from Nevada.

She answered, “Nevada.”

“Mariana, what the fuck is your problem?”

Mariana smacked her teeth, ending the call promptly. If Nevada wanted to argue, then he would do so by himself. She hadn’t the energy to do so at the moment. Instead, she typed a quick message to Miguel with her location and a warning. She’d stumbled upon an empty Paley Park, and she sat near the waterwall, entranced and lulled by its soothing sound.

She’d no knowledge how long she sat there, but when Miguel found her, she was in the middle of breastfeeding Matías.

“Señito,” Miguel interrupted softly, causing Mariana to startle. “Sorry, sorry,” he said, not approaching Mariana further. Mariana waved him off, moving the baby’s diaper bag so that Miguel could sit in the chair closest to her. As Miguel sat, he said, “Takes after Nevada, then? Always eating!”

Mariana shared a chuckle with him. She sighed, leaning back, “I had to turn off my phone.”

“Señito, el jefe…” Miguel sighed, not knowing how to proceed. “El jefe didn’t take well your disappearance. When you weren’t answering, he lost it.”

“I know, Miguel. I know,” Mariana nodded, turning to acknowledge Nevada’s Tiburón. “I’m struggling, too, and him treating me like spun glass isn’t helping.”

Miguel glanced down at his lap, bringing his phone up to show Mariana whose name lit up the screen, “Can I?”

Mariana smirked, “I’m not your boss, he is.”

“We all know that’s not true,” Miguel chuckled, answering when Mariana gave him a nod. Mariana could hear Nevada yelling and cussing at Miguel over his whereabouts and Mariana’s alike.

Mariana extended her arm, feeling Matty unlatch. She accommodated her bra and lowered her shirt, handing the baby over to Miguel. Miguel’s mouth worked overtime, opening and closing as Mariana giggled over the man’s fumbling.

“Here, drape him over your shoulder like this,” Mariana coached, accommodating Matty on Miguel’s shoulder for him to burp the baby. “And, hold his butt—yes!” she continued, having heard Nevada’s silence on the other side of the line. “Now, burp him. You’re not hurting him, I promise,” Mariana smiled and watched as Miguel patted the baby’s back.

“Mari,” she heard Nevada calling for her through the phone. It sounded far away, but loud enough that both her and Miguel glanced at the phone now atop the table between them. “Chica, Mari!” he protested again.

She picked up the phone, “Nevada.”

“Why’d you hung up on me? Where are you?”

“I can always hang up again,” she simply reminded. He was yelling, and he sighed heavily, no doubt tampering his anger before speaking again. “Now, start over.”

Nevada cleared his throat, rubbing at his brow from behind his desk. This was all too reminiscent. Too close to what had happened, not that while back. He hated not having easy contact with her. He hated that she’d turned off her phone without a regard for her safety and that of their son. If it were up to him, she’d never leave the safe confines of his home, but he knew better than to push her. She’d already been trapped, he wouldn’t do that to her again. Not to his Chiquita.

“Chiquita,” he restrained himself, knowing that lashing out would get him complete silence. “Dile a Miguel que te traiga. And, I don’t want to hear any more protesting from you. Is that clear?”

Mariana smirked, watching Miguel burp the newborn baby. Mariana giggled when Matías burped, surprising the burly man.

“Mari?”

Mariana rolled her eyes, “Ya.”

“Dile a Miguel—”

Mariana groaned, “Miguel, could you take us to Nevada?” Miguel nodded with a smile, his hand still patting at Matty’s back. They stood, Mariana making sure she’d everything she needed. “Could we stop for food, first?”

Nevada smacked his teeth audibly, “Mari!”

The protest quickly died when Mariana pressed the end call button on the screen, following Miguel with a giggle on her lips. She lived to aggravate Nevada. His sole existence aggravated the world, so a little taste of his own medicine would do him good, and hopefully he’d learn to trust her instincts.

Mariana could hear muffled shouts as she reached the upstairs area of Nevada’s club. She slowed her pace, running her hands down her son’s back.

They rode in the back of Nevada’s SUV without a car seat in sight. Miguel had taken speed limits seriously and dared not travel a mile over them for the sake of him and the lives of the precious cargo he transported.

Mariana took a step back as Miguel passed her by, an arm extended behind him as he approached the Nevada’s office door. Miguel knocked twice, pushing the door open and peaking his head in. There was some muffled exchange and Miguel shut the door, grimacing towards Mariana’s general direction.

Mariana shook her head, glancing down at the wide awake expression of her newborn. “Tu papá is something else, Matías,” she chuckled. “Diosito, dime que va a salir a mí…”

Nevada strolled out, coolly approaching Mariana. He smirked, placing an unlit cigarette over his ear. “Chiquita,” he sighed, taking her in. He leaned forward, pressing his lips against hers forcefully.

Mariana hummed at the familiar taste that was Nevada. He hadn’t been smoking, but he’d been drinking, she could taste his private selection on his lips. She pulled back, licking her lips to savor Nevada on her lips. She smiled, feeling the tension of the day roll off her shoulders. She smiled at him, bringing her thumb to swipe underneath Nevada’s lip, and he puckered his mouth into the pad of her thumb before it was completely away.

“With our luck, he’ll be like the both of us, and really drive me insane,” he said between them, tucking his chin to press his lips against Matías’ soft hairs.

Mariana snickered. “Pucho in there?” Nevada nodded. “Did you bring me here to have me stand or is your… mess not quite clean yet?”

Nevada sighed, clenching his jaw to keep his temper at bay. He stared at her, smolder against smolder. “Miguel.”

Mariana glanced past Nevada’s shoulder, watching Miguel move and peak inside the door. Nevada had busied himself with his son, cooing at him softly. When Miguel straightened and cleared his throat, Nevada took a step to her side, allowing her to walk in first. He ogled her as she walked in front of him, smirking at the pretty sway of her hips and the fill of her ass in her jeans.

She was working on divesting herself from the taut fabric around her body, keeping a protective arm around her son’s back. She greeted Pucho with excitement, easing Matías out of the wrap. Pucho fawned over the baby and kissed Mariana’s cheek, just below the healing bruise near her cheek. Nevada moved about his office, propping some cushions at the end of the couch just as he sat.

Nevada whistled, creating a double eye-roll from both Pucho and Mariana. Mariana approached him, handing him his son. Nevada smiled, pressing his lips to Matías’ brow. Nevada turned his head, stealing a kiss from the brown-skinned beauty next to him, feeling the smile spread across her lips. He hummed noncommittally with a jut of his chin towards the end of the couch where he’d propped some cushions.

Mariana yawned, leaning back against the cushions, and bringing her feet to Nevada’s lap. In one arm he safely held his son, while his other busied itself with untying and slipping Mariana’s shoes off.

She glanced at Nevada and Matías, both involved in themselves as Miguel and Pucho mumbled something about numbers, lulling her to sleep.

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crimsonblackrose · 2 months

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The sekai taikai people have shown up.

I love how they crash the interview for Silver and Amanda's curtsy with her karate adjacent.

Johnny: We will (win) and when we do I'm going to shove that pony-tail straight up your ass (Amanda starts giggling) You can translate that.

Johnny checking on Miguel and telling him he won't force him to compete, blaming that and himself fully for Miguel running away.

Is this what fatherly advice sounds like?

K.O by Robby, whose just teasing Johnny.

SATO'S PHOTO IS ON THE DOJO WALL NEXT TO MR. MIYAGI!!!! Did Chozen bring that from Okinawa?

Johnny proving he remembers the story. Though it's not the story Daniel planned to tell.

They also showcase the abandoned warehouse. With Sam kicking a watermelon

Sam gets watermelon all over Gunther Braun. And Johnny uses a Rock reference to try and smooth it over and Gunther Braun goes all in on it, apparently Rock is his hero. Gunther Braun: Show me more. Johnny: Yes, sir.

While Robby and Sam show off their ability to balance together on the wheel, Eli leans over to the guy next to him from Sekai Taikai and starts wiggling his eyebrows. What are you doing?

What Johnny told Kreese threw him, so when Tory comes for advice Kreese tells her to do what's best for her. (Good advice)

Tory's mad at Kreese for giving up on the plan after she's gone through so much but his advice is good. Look after yourself. He is trying to do right by her.

The students are inhaling pizza faster than Amanda and Carmen can get them on the table.

I'm pretty sure Amanda's apron says LaRusso American Born Italian Made

Johnny sitting in the living room with Eli, Robby and Miguel to figure out which one wants to fight.

Miggy's little yeah I did that face

Awww Robby and Miguel already talked about it and they picked Hawk.

You know what they used to call me? Twig

Kenny's face lol

Silver shows Kenny the silver bullet, a move that rips the dummy and strikes with enough force between the ribs to take someone's breath away.

Mitch distracted by the girls and the smoothie bar. Hint 3 I think that he won't remain loyal.

Eli's hair is green.

Kenny seeing Robby traded sides and is now talking to Anthony pisses him off.

Hate to say it, but he's right.

Silver did you pay off the ref again?

They didn't show it this time, as slowly as they did in the tournament, but Johnny says Hawk made contact in bounds.

Once again Johnny is right, This is directly after the strike, Kenny isn't out of bounds.

The way the ref looks at Tory then Tory looks at Silver and realizes this game is rigged too.

Kenny grabs Hawk's leg and goes for the knee with his elbow the way once was done to Daniel and has been done a lot in this show, I think Hawk even did or tried to do it to Kenny. Kenny gets a warning for that but Eli says he's okay.

Johnny once again being the fastest to get to a student's side. Miggy's soft: Hawk?

Johnny very softly leans down next to him and asks what's wrong.

Hawk struggling to breathe: I...can't....breathe. Johnny looking around shouting to ask where the medic is

the medic showing up the ref calls it a forfeit even though in the all-valley they literally get a half hour.

They help him up and Hawk leans against Johnny.

It's kind of a mirror to after Sam's loss. Though eventually Daniel stops to stare down SIlver and Johnny continues with Hawk alone.

Tory realized Silver was cheating again and peaced out. Good for her.

Daniel warns Sam that they're fighting dirty and in the background Johnny is sitting and talking to Hawk who the medic is still checking on.

Devon steps onto the mat, surprised she's fighting Sam because Tory left, only to meet Johnny's gaze, seeing him rubbing Hawk's back.

One bonus of having so many sensei's is Johnny can care for his injured students and stay with them.

Ref said no point for a shoulder hit. And everyone is confused because it should be because she got her below the shoulder, and she blocked the point Devon got.

If I was Silver I'd be pissed this guy kept looking at me after every bad call.

Sam has to ensure every point is completely undeniable.

I love that Johnny is cheering from the back with Hawk. One of the unnamed background dojo students puts a hand on Hawk's shoulder as comfort when Cobra Kai gets to qualify.

Our Eagle-fang/miyagi-do dojo also qualifies.

Chozen and Johnny hug...but no one hugs Daniel other than Sam, but that was earlier when she beat Devon. (She also hugged Chozen which was very sweet) (Johnny and him fist bump, and even though it looks like they're going to hug Chozen and Daniel just sort of slap each other's backs/shoulders while staying at a distance) Poor Daniel, all he's ever wanted were hugs from Mr. Miyagi and now pretty much the only one giving him hugs are his family. Y'all need to hug him some more.

Like Johnny runs into join the merriment and cheer on his kids while Daniel just stands alone and stares down Silver.

Awww Johnny looking at their students then stepping forward "We are Miyagi-do" and Daniel looking at him, realizing probably how hard that was, stepping next to and in front of Johnny to say "And we are Eagle fang"

Daniel's speech is so good.

Summary of both their journeys.

Okay, Johnny and Daniel do a sort of side hug back pat after that too. I think both pleased with the other.

I like Eli telling Sam, "Maybe some day we'll both win"

Johnny has plans to take her and Rosa to dinner and a late night movie. That's cute. I love that Johnny also hangs out with Rosa and likes her, especially since Carmen's last two guys hated Rosa.

The way Johnny tells Robby and Miguel that as a way to be like you can use our place to host the celebration. The way Miguel totally gets it and just grins.

Miguel trying to clean up his apartment, the courtyard is already trashed. Robby's sitting on the kitchen counter.

Miguel this is too many people. How did this happen. (Poor boy's first party while his parents are out freaking out. Even though he has permission from Johnny) Moon texted a bunch of people from East Valley.

Sam ubered there.

I would like to point out, technically Sam and Miguel are broken up and she's made no notice of anything that they might be back together.

I do love that every time in this show someone tries to escape unnoticed (Usually Johnny) something keeps them from letting that happen. I.e. Sam trying to leave when she catches Miguel and a random girl kissing.

I think Chris puts two and two together when Miguel calls after her and Sam runs off in tears.

Tory coming to tell the truth about the All Valley

#mumbling about shows #s5 ep 8 taikai

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Why you should watch Papás por encargo on Disney+

What is it about?

Three men named Morgan, Miguel and Diego are tasked to babysit a little girl named California for 2 hours. This extends to 9 years. Then, on California's 13th birthday, her mom contacts her again and asks them to come meet her. So they're off, in an ice cream truck, driving across Mexico to reunite with her mom.

But during these years, these three men has formed a fatherly bond with California - they see her as their daughter and she calls all of them her dad. And they're not really ready to let their little girl go...

What's in this show that might be fun?

Great covers of mexican songs

Found family

Representation of out-of-the-norm families (in this case, three dads and a child)

Period talk

Environment positivity

Chaos dads being chaos dads

Really nice shots of the different parts of Mexico

Is there anything to warn about?

Not really, no.

Is this show available in other languages?

It has dubs in 5 other languages besides the original spanish. It also has around 15 languages in subtitles.

How many seasons is it?

One, but season 2 is coming!

Some other comments I have about it

OYE MUJER is the best thing ever

#papás por encargo #d+la

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Bre boys request- their kid gets stood up or dumped

Billy Russo: He makes sure your daughter knows that the guy is an asshole, and this is NOT a reflection of her own worth. He lets her cry, but he reminds her that she’s a Russo, and she was way too good for that guy anyway. To get her mind off of it and to let off some steam, he takes her shooting, and she’s back to her old, happy self before she’s even out of bullets.

Logan Delos: Logan is more upset than your daughter is that her boyfriend broke up with her--via text. He’s pacing, ranting and raving as your daughter paints her nails. “I mean, I was gonna break up with him anyway,” she says calmly. “Oh,” Logan stops, “so... shopping?” He offers. She grins. “Shopping!”

Jax Teller: Though he’s upset, Jax makes sure to calmly talk to his son after he’s stood up. “It’s important for you to know that there are other fish in the sea, man,” Jax says, “and obviously this girl isn’t worth your time, but some girl is. I promise you.” Your son nods. “Dad?” “Yeah, man?” “Can I take the bike out? Just to clear my head?” Jax smiles. “Sure, man.”

Coco Cruz: Coco is LIVID when your son’s boyfriend breaks up with him. Your son “doesn’t wanna talk about it”, though, so Coco just takes him to the scrap yard and they work in silence for a while. A few hours pass before your son walks over to him, drops his tools, and just hugs him. “Thanks for this, Dad,” is all he says before he stands up and gets back to work. Coco, however, may be a little teary eyed.

Angel Reyes: “In light of recent events,” Angel says grandly, “I will allow you to curse freely...Go.” “THAT SON OF A BITCH, WEAK ASS, PUNK ASS, DUMB ASS BITCH! I’M GLAD HE DUMPED ME, FUCK HIM AND FUCK HIS LETTERMAN JACKET AND FUCK HIS BOTOX-HAVING BITCH ASS MAMA AND FUCK HIS STUPID JEEP THAT HE DOESN’T EVEN KNOW HOW TO FIX! FUCK HIM!” “Yeahhhh!” Angel cheered. “Fuck him!” You shook your head from your place on the couch. “C’mon, baby,” Angel nudged you, “fuck him.” “Yes, fine,” you sighed, “fuck him.”

Miguel Galindo: Miguel and your son aren’t too upset about him getting stood up. “I don’t think her dad likes me,” your son said as he sipped his Cola, “you know... cause of my last name.” Miguel shrugged, pouring himself a glass of whiskey. “Yeah, I kind of figured that was the case. Still, though...” “Eh,” your son grinned, “I was more into her best friend, anyway...” Miguel grinned back, sitting across from him. “Oh yeah? Tell me about her.”

Nick Amaro: When your son was dumped, Nick made sure to sit him down and have a long talk about his feelings. Nick would be damned if his kids grew up to be emotionally stunted men who blamed women for their problems. So they talked it through, and by the end of it, Nick and your son were laughing. “You think Mom would make pancakes for dinner if I asked?” Your son asked. “Course she will! And I’ll even heat the syrup up for you!”

Johnny Tuturro: Johnny took your daughter surfing the morning after she got stood up. They hit the waves for a few hours before collapsing on the beach. He looked over at his beautiful, smart, talented, kind girl and felt himself getting pissed all over again thinking about the son of a bitch who stood her up. But now she was laughing, happy and full of sunshine like usual, and as long as he was around--she always would be.

Rio: The night your son got dumped, Marcus took him out for some “brother time”. When Rio woke up the next morning, they were passed out on the couch, and for a second, he was worried they went out drinking, but when he got closer, he saw candy wrappers and chocolate cupcakes on the side table. He chuckled, shaking his head as he covered them both up with blankets. He got started on breakfast, mentally rehearsing the fatherly wisdom he would bestow on them when they woke up.

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aurelie-celine · 4 years

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Mi Alma - Part Five

A few years ago, Miguel, Lina, Nestor, and you were laughing together in a restaurant in Florence, Italy. Back then, you thought you would have many other happy moments with them. But then everything changed - was it for the worse, or for the best?

Love, Murder, Friendship, and Trust.

Mi Alma, a story with Miguel Galindo, Nestor Oceteva, Lina Brayer (OC) and Aurélie „Elie“ Gaillard (OC)

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five

Warning: smut

Words: 1983

London, UK – Present

As soon as you open your front door, you see Nestor jumping from your sofa and walking toward you. Without saying anything or giving you the chance to walk away, he kisses you passionately. You take a few seconds to process before kissing him back. His reaction and his words are still hurting, but you also really missed the feeling of his lips and his arms around you. This kiss leaves you breathless, and when he pulls you in his arms, you are burying your face in his chest.

"I'm sorry, Mi Alma. I'm sorry for not believing in you. I'm sorry for thinking that you were playing with me. And I'm sorry for comparing you to Lina. Miguel explained to me why he was here as soon as you left!" he says while tightly his hold on you.

"It was 3 weeks ago, Nes ..." you say while trying to pull away to look at him.

"Yeah, I know ..." He whispers while letting you step back a little. His hands are still holding your waist, ready to pull you back if you decide to reject him.

"So why did you not come sooner?"

"I struggled a bit to process the fact that Miguel could have a Female friend."

You couldn't help yourself but smile at that statement. When Nestor sees it, he leans again to kiss you. It's a lot softer than earlier. He knows you enough to understand that you will not reject him now.

The alarm of your oven interrupts you to signal that the diner that Nestor prepared is ready. While he is dressing the plates, you open a bottle of wine and pour some into two glasses before placing them on your dining table.

As soon as the diner is finished, you basically jump on him. He catches you without any effort and takes you to the bedroom. You strip each other of your clothes. He sits against the head of the bed and pulls you on top. He grabs the back of your head to bring it toward him and kiss you with such a force that you know your lips are going to be swollen tomorrow.

You try to roll, but he holds you tight and whispers: "Ride me."

You grab his hard member and slide down, taking all of him inside of you. A moan escapes your both months at the same time. He seems bigger than you remember, and you have to stay still to get used to the feeling.

Seeing you almost in pain, Nestor cups your cheek and make you look at him.

"Maybe we should do a bit more of foreplays next time," you say softly while kissing his hand.

He was about to say something when you start to move your hips in circles. The feeling makes him pull his head back immediately.

You now bounce on him, his hands running on your thighs until they reach your ass and give you a small spank. You moan at the feeling and close your eyes. He gives you a harder one, and you fall back on him.

"You like that?" He asks you while placing his arms around your waist to hold you tight. He doesn't give you a chance to reply and start to thrust deeper and faster into you. You come almost at the same time, screaming each other names.

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It is now eight months that you and Nestor are together. Most of the time, you see each other in your apartment, but he manages to organize a few weekends in remote places in Europe. Even if it's not like if the location matters really.

You spent more and more time on foreplays, and you could stay hours in bed with your man. You lost track of the number of beard burns you had between your thighs or bit marks on your chest. You also discover that he is your favorite flavor, and scratching his lower stomach with your nails will always make him twitch deep inside your throat.

You never spoke about it, but he was already keeping your connection as secret as possible before, so nothing change at that level. Therefore, all the marks you leave on each other bodies have to be in hidden places. You both became really good at that and you are fine with it: you couldn't really go to work with prints of his fingers around your throat. Your waist, was much more discreet.

You were about to enter a meeting still thinking about that when you see an incoming call from a hidden number. As soon as you answer, you smile like a teenager when you recognize the voice.

"Can you take a few days off?"

"Are you organizing another nice weekend?" you ask him playfully.

"He needs you." the seriousness in his voice combined with his words make you shiver.

"I will take the first plane in the morning."

Santo Padre, USA – Present

After almost a 20-hour journey, you finally reach Miguel's home. You came several times, and even if he always make sure that you feel comfortable, you are still a bit intimated with its size.

Nestor welcomes you at the door and gives you a quick kiss on the corner of your lips. The gestor will typically make you smile, but you can feel that he is tense and looks tired.

"What wrong?" you ask him while taking his hand and giving it a quick squeeze before releasing him. You know most house employees are somehow already aware of your relationship with him, but you also noticed several bikes.

"It's business-related, so I can't give you all the details. He is furious, and none of us can approach him."

"Us?" you interrogate him while following him inside the house toward two men that you never met before.

"This is Marcus, his new advisor, and Bishop, a business partner."

"Nice to meet you, I'm..." Before you have the chance to answer, you hear a loud sound behind the door following by Miguel's voice. You instantly go to the door and enter the room.

"What the fuck are you doing?! I ask that nobody disturb me!" he screams while slapping his hands on his desk.

"Miguel?" you say with a soft voice. When he sees you, he just crashes into his office chair behind him. Any other person over than you will have probably spent a very painful moment for disturbing him, but not you. You are his safe place. You immediately go to him and drop on your knees in front of him. You are putting your hands on his thighs before saying still with your soft voice: "What happen?"

"Elie ... I can't speak about it with you," he tells you while robbing his face with both hands before looking down at you.

"I know, but you can speak with the people standing on the other side of this door. You choose them to be around you, which means that you trusted them and their abilities to do business with you. Is it not the case anymore?"

His features soften at your words. You never push him to tell you about his "job," and you always trusted him. You proved it a few months after what happen in Morocco, in this room.

Gently placing back a lock of your hair behind your ear, he pulls you a bit toward him before leaning down to you and kissing the tip of your nose.

"Thank you."

"That's what friends are for," you say with a smile on your face.

"Yeah ..." he replies while looking at your hands still on his thighs and giving you a wink.

You laugh a bit shily before removing them and standing up. There was never any real sexual tension between Miguel and you; you just happen to be two extremely touchy people. But that doesn't mean that Miguel was not playing with it from time to time, and you have to admit that your hands were a bit too high on his thighs.

After making sure that he was presentable, you ask him if he is ready before opening the door.

"Marcus, come in," Miguels says as soon as you leave the room.

Once the door closes behind Marcus, Nestor comes to you and asks you if you already ate something today.

"Just my usual liter of coffee," you reply with an innocent smile on your face. He breath deeply while shaking his head before bringing you to the kitchen to prepare you a sandwich. As much as he hates when you replace food with coffee, you love when he prepare you something to eat.

"Don't think I didn't notice the bruises," you say pointing at his head and hands. As you say that, you can hear a laugh behind, and when you turn, you notice that the man has some matching ones. Your eyes meet for a moment, and he stops laughing almost immediately.

Bishop walks to you and shakes your hand before saying: "I'm not sure who you are but thank you. It was quite impressive that you manage to calm him so quickly."

"Yeah, she tends to do that," says Nestor while putting the sandwich in front of you. He robs your back discretely so Bishop can't see it and asks you to eat.

You thank him, but before you had the time to say anything else, Nestor asks him to follow him. They go a bit further away to discuss, so you take your phone to check your emails. That was one of your job's advantages, as long as you had an internet connection, you could work from everywhere in the world.

Felling someone looking at you, you check around you and see the man from earlier staring at you. Tall, with tattooed arms, dark hair, and a thick beard, he is a good looking guy, this you have to admit. But you don't know whether you want to hug him or punch him. You see him take a step toward you when Miguel and Marcus get out of the office. They both start giving orders to everyone, and soon after, there is just you, Miguel, Nestor, and Marcus left in the house.

"Marcus, let me properly introduce you to Aurélie. She is one of our dearest friends. Aurélie, Marcus is my new adviser."

"Aurélie? That's an unusual name. Nice to meet you." says Marcus before giving you a quick kiss on both cheeks.

"It's French. Nice to meet you too, Marcus," you reply. You like him; he seems calm and gives you a fatherly feeling.

"How long are you staying?" asks Miguel

"I actually didn't book any return ticket, so I'm not sure yet."

"Well, you know you can stay for as long as you want and use the studio to work."

The rest of the evening is just doing some small talk, but you just want to go to bed with Nestor. You understand he needed to be distant while the other men were still there, but now it's only the four of you. Unfortunately, they still have to speak about some business topic, so you excuse yourself and go to your bedroom. It's not really yours, but you always sleep in this one ever since the first time.

#mayans mc #mayans smut #miguel galindo x oc #miguel galindo #nestor oceteva #nestor oceteva x oc #nestor oceteva smut #aurelie gaillard

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cancelledhq · 5 years

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ooc

name/alias: Danielle

age (must be 18+): 25

pronouns: she/her

name: Miguel Cardosa (formerly known as Raphael Álvarez Cardosa)

age: 30

gender identity: Cisgender male

pronouns: He/Him

occupation: screenwriter

three negative traits: Deceiving. Compulsive liar. Egotistical.

three positive traits: Imaginative. High-energy. Flirtatious.

fc: Tommy Martinez

additional information (optional): Miguel (then known as Raphael) was the problem child of the Álvarez-Cardosa household. Coming from a large family, it was a title well-earned with plenty of competition for it. Before he was even a teenager, he was running around with a cartel. Fortalez, Brazil had a dichotomy of the beautiful beach life and the poorest slums. Miguel’s family lived closer to the latter, and it was his goal to break out of that lifestyle, live his life like a mogul. His path to get there was never paved with good intentions and it wound him balancing on the razor’s edge of danger constantly. By the time he hit twenty, he was running drugs across borders throughout Latin-America. His nose had grown a taste for what he was smuggling, and it only became worse as the years went by. His wild-streak went back and forth between sex and cocaine, addicted to the high-paced temperament that came with it, lying and cheating all along the way. It was a miracle in itself that he was able to have a girlfriend long enough to know they had created a child together. For many, having a family would tame a person, but for Miguel it was as if it didn’t factor into his mind at all. Some days, perhaps for a few hours, he would show a fatherly side, but he was M.I.A. for the rest of it, continuing to travel with bags of cocaine flowing through the cities. It was only by luck that the DEA had entrapped members of the cartel when he was in Los Angeles, offering him a chance to straighten his life while simultaneously leaving him stranded in a city he visited only a few times before. There was no option to return to Brazil. As paranoid as the cartel was, it was a risk of being killed on the spot for the mere idea that Miguel could have possibly been the one to sell them out, making sense only in the way that he was in the right place at the right time. Leaving behind his name, child and a woman that had loved him was a small price to pay to keep his own skin intact. However, he would have to reinvent himself. His Los Angeles clients turned out to have their own types of connections, mostly in the entertainment business. One, in particular, was a struggling screenwriter. Miguel was rather close to him, and upon being left no choice but to stay in the city, he was able to sell the remainder of his product in exchange for a place to lay his head. After a night of stress, the writer was found dead in his bedroom of an apparent overdose. Miguel did what any survivalist would: he stole his laptop, his cash, and then wiped any trace of his presence before running. The police investigated the bare minimum; the death was ruled a common but accidental overdose. As for Miguel, the laptop proved to be a valuable source with a freshly completed script saved within it. Luckily for him, it was never shown to anyone important as it was put into production months later under the name of Miguel Cardosa. Ever since that happened, he has been sought after. As it turns out, with a life as rich as his, he’s a good writer all on his own with now years of experience under his belt, but it hasn’t slowed him down much in his addiction. If anything, he understands perfectly well why his predecessor needed the drugs as much as he did: it’s a demanding fucking world.

#taken #male #bts

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sailorgreywolf-legacy · 8 years

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Legacy - Chapter 20

Mexico was seething, he had really hope that something good would come from going to talk to America But it seemed that, like usual, this couldn't have worked out in a positive way. He pulled his horse to a stop in town. He didn't know what he was going to do, but he needed to kill a few more hours before morning. After a bit of sleep, Spain would probably be more reasonable. That was his best chance at keeping his status.

He tied his horse up and continued on foot. He walked down to the docks out of some sort of instinct, although he was not sure why. But by now Mexico was sure that there was some sort of fate guiding his life. He stopped on one of the peers and looked out at the ocean He could see a single lamp lit on the deck of a ship that was pulling away from the shore, no doubt a shipping galley that had taken longer than expected to load. It was interesting, how something could go wrong like that, and yet hardly affect the overall shipment.

Mexico was standing there, contemplating if there was any meaning in his observation when he felt a soft tap on his shoulder. He turned around to face a man who appeared to be about 20, who was dressed very plainly, but very cleanly. He appeared to be Spanish, but when he spoke it became clear that he was creole, of Spanish blood, but not born in Spain "I'm sorry to disturb you, but you look like someone in desperate need of someone to listen". Mexico couldn't help but be skeptical; people hardly sought him out unless they wanted something. Although, this was only the second time in his memory that a mortal had spoken specifically to him, the first time the reason the woman paid attention to him had become clear very soon, but in this case he didn't know. For a country, the mortals who noticed him were the ones that held importance for his future.

So he responded "You have no idea how true that is. Do you have a name?" The other responded "I should have started with that. My name is Miguel Hidalgo y Costilla. I am studying to be a priest." The second statement explained his dress, but not his importance. Mexico responded, " I'm Alejandro, and I would like to remain on a first name basis. Are you studying in the city"? The other nodded and said "Yes, at the Real y Pontificia Universidad. But, this is not about me. What brings you here in the middle of the night looking so melancholy?" Mexico had no idea why, but it was easy to trust this man. Perhaps it was his priestly disposition, but somehow Mexico felt that this man would truly understand him.

At once he started talking "Before I start, you have to understand that both of my parents died when I was very young and I raised by a guardian who is very oppressive." The other sat down; right there on the wooden edge of the port, he motioned for Mexico to do the same. The country hesitated a second before sitting down. It was surprisingly comfortable considering that it was the ground. The man spoke "I'm sorry, I had a feeling that this was going to be a long story and I don't want to be standing for all of it".

Mexico shrugged and continued "Tonight my guardian held a party of sorts…" He spoke for a long time, including every little emotion that he felt, although he was sure to not mention that he, or any of the people he was talking about were countries. During the whole litany, Miguel simply nodded empathetically at the appropriate times, and at others he sighed sadly and shook his head. He refrained from talking, presumably because he recognized the cathartic effect that telling the story was having. As he got all the emotions out, Mexico began to feel a profound sense of relief wash over him, as though he was no longer carrying a weight on his heart. He ended the story "and so, after that completely idiotic comment, I just left him standing there. Then I came here and ended up talking to you".

Only once he was sure that Mexico was done speaking, the man finally said, "Do you want my advice or do you want to be absolved of your sins?" Mexico laughed slightly in response "You aren't a priest yet and I don't want to be absolved, I haven't earned any forgiveness in the sight of God. Advice would be most welcome, though." He wondered for a second if the great insight he was about to receive was the reason this mortal noticed him. The man said in a sympathetic tone "It sounds to me like you need to get some space from your guardian. Is there any way you can get out of the house? As for the boy, the one who says all the stupid things, I think you have feelings for him. But, I think you should forget him for a while, he's too much of a risk." Mexico nodded, he had already figured as much.

He simply nodded. The other continued, "But, don't take this all too hard. There are a lot of things that are too hard for you to control. God works in mysterious ways, but it will all eventually work out". Mexico laughed this time "Don't preach at me, I am a Catholic, I have read the Bible. But help from on high isn't going to solve my problems, that's a long wait for something that will never come". Miguel responded, looking completely unfazed, "Waiting for something that will never come is surely better than living in the knowledge of what will never be. Wouldn't you rather have hope that something will happen? It may seem unlikely, but in time the circumstances will favor you and you will be able to get away".

He reached over and patted Mexico's knee in a way that seemed almost fatherly, which was incredibly strange considering that he was only a few years older than Mexico was physically. But he really did have a point; Mexico had begun to lose hope that he would ever have a chance of getting free. But he knew that he would eventually get the chance, even if it took a long time. In the mean time, he couldn't lose his temper with Spain like he had tonight, although, he shouldn't have to submit to Spain's every sexual want and desire.

Mexico said "I appreciate the advice, it's been a long time since I had some faith in fate. But I don't know how long I can possibly wait for my chance, but I will redouble my efforts to be patient." Miguel nodded again; it seemed to be his usual gesture. He picked up on the fact that Mexico wanted to leave and he said "Listen, Alejandro, you need to do what feels right for you. If you want to talk again, then you can always seek me out again. You know, it's strange, I don't really know why I came up to you tonight, but it felt like the proper thing to do. Like I said before, God works in mysterious ways." _______________________________________________________________________

America had finally managed to free Nantucket from Mexico's grasp. It took him a couple seconds to recover from the effect that having Nantucket massaged had on him. Then he said, "Did you ever imagine that the man you met might be the man to start the independence movement?"

Mexico gave him another one of those looks that clearly said "You're an idiot" before he responded "Of course I didn't, at that moment I was more concerned with how I was going to repair my relationship with Spain, like any reasonable person would be." The days when America was actually deeply hurt by Mexico's stinging comments were long gone; he shrugged this one off as well. Instead he focused on getting back up to a sitting position. While he watched America attempt this, Mexico continued talking _______________________________________________________________________He climbed back into the house through Argentina's window just as the sun was coming up. The scene inside was exactly as he had left it, Argentina was asleep with the empty bottle in front of him and the calf curled up against his side. Mexico was careful to step around both the tall Argentine boy and the calf, not wanting to wake either of them. He made it easily into the hall, but the danger was more imminent here. He was going to have to come face to face with Spain eventually, but he would rather it was not in the hall. It would be best for this confrontation to occur where the entire empire would not be watching. Mexico walked more carefully now, looking over his shoulder for Spain every few yards. But he didn't come into contact with Spain.

Instead, he ran into his brother, almost literally. They were a couple inches from each other when they finally noticed each other. Texas stopped dead in his tracks, which almost sent the plate of fruit and cheese he was holding flying, he looked like he couldn't believe what he was seeing. Mexico attempted to make gestures that would indicate that Texas shouldn't speak, but Texas missed the idea. He said, quite loudly "Where have you been?! You've been gone all night. Spain is in such a state, I have never seen him like this and I doubt anyone has."

This was not welcome news to Mexico; he naturally assumed that Spain was angry. It fit, he had been angry when Mexico had left and it wouldn't be a stretch to assume that he was still angry. But that didn't change the fact that Mexico needed to make peace with him, and to do so he would have to do whatever Spain wanted. He changed the topic of conversation quickly "Where are you taking that food, Diego?" Texas didn't answer the question; instead he said, "You aren't going to deflect this one. Tell me where you've been".

Mexico didn't have time for this. He needed to keep what had happened between himself and Spain, at least for now. He took a step forward, so that he seemed to tower over Texas, and repeated, "Where are you taking that. Tell me now." He knew well enough that his brother was hard wired to obey his commands and would most likely crumble under the weight of a direct command. His intuition was completely right and Texas said, looking down at the plate of food "It's Spain's breakfast, I'm taking it to him."

Mexico tilted his head to the side slightly "Aren't you going the wrong way, then? His room is the other direction". Texas looked even more apologetic when he said, "No, he isn't in his room. He's in yours and has been all night." Mexico had not been expecting this turn of events. He tried not to think about what Spain had been doing in his room all night with the clothing and sheets that smelled like Mexico. An idea struck him. He took hold of the plate, which seemed to take Texas by surprise "Alejandro, what are you doing?"

Mexico responded without a moments hesitation "I am releasing you from your duty. I need to face Spain, and I would rather there be food present when I do." Texas didn't look completely convinced, but he released the plate all the same. Mexico turned and walked away. Inside he was mentally bracing himself to face Spain, especially if Spain was in his conquistador frame of mind. He reached the door far sooner than he would have liked. He paused for only a second to brace himself, and then he pushed open the door and walked in.

Spain was standing by the window looking out with his back to the door. He heard the door open, but didn't turn towards it. He spoke and his voice was hoarse, as though he had been sobbing, "Diego, I expect that's you. I can't eat at a time like this; I'm too worried about Alejandro. He's been gone all night and if something happens to him, it will be my fault." Only then did Mexico understand what Texas had meant by "in a state". He had meant sad and worried, not angry. This was beyond everything he had reckoned. Mexico had not considered that Spain might actually genuinely feel something for him other than lust. Spain's tone was so paternal, it was strange for Mexico to hear.

He walked over to the table and casually threw down the plate. It clattered against the table and a stray grape went skittering across the table. The noise must have been unusual because Spain said "Diego, is that you?" Now Mexico chose to speak "I didn't think you cared that much". Spain looked around, obviously recognizing the voice, and caught sight of Mexico. He did the one thing that Mexico never would have expected: He sighed in relief. The Aztec boy wasn't sure if he should say something.

He had meant to apologize and pacify Spain, but he hadn't counted on Spain being so worried. Spain walked forward as he said, "I'm so glad you're alright, I can't tell you how worried I was. I shouldn't have lost my temper last night. I am so sorry". Mexico couldn't quite understand the concept that Spain was the one apologizing. He had already scripted what he was going to say to Spain and he was determined to say at least part of it "And I am sorry as well for storming out like that." Spain shook his head as he walked over to the table "You don't have to be sorry, it may have been better that you did. Sit, I need to explain."

Not wanting to anger Spain when they seemed to be doing so well, Mexico sat without any objection. Spain sat on the other side of the table and immediately reached for the food. Before he started to eat, Spain said, "What I need you to understand is that as a country grows older, they develop multiple parts of their personality. When I was your age and I conquered the new world, I was someone different than who I am now. In those days I would have used your body the moment I had the chance. The problem is that when I am angry, and I mean really angry, I revert back to that state. Seeing you with that English boy like that made me so angry that I couldn't stop. If you had been here last night, I don't know what I would have been capable of doing to you".

At this point Spain stopped and sucked pensively on a slice of apple. Mexico already knew this was true, thus far Spain had not revealed anything new. As soon as he saw that Mexico was not going to say anything, Spain continued to talk "One day you will understand, although I do hope you will never develop a violent rash second part of your personality like I have."

On the inside Mexico was laughing, he already knew the feeling Spain was describing perfectly well. The Aztec part of him wanted to spring across the table, seize the knife that was sitting on the plate and sink it into Spain's jugular. He wanted to watch the crimson blood pour, he wanted to lick it from the blade and savor feeling Spain's last heartbeat through the skin. But he was able to push down the appealing fantasy. He already had a personality that Spain wasn't aware of that wanted the other dead.

But he simply responded "I hope that I do not as well." Spain continued, "I do lust after you, as you already knew. But I do value your consent. If you do not want me to touch you, then you need only say so". Mexico couldn't help but laugh, although he had been trying to remain stoic "That didn't seem to matter to you last night". Spain put his head in his hands for a second before looking back up with a pained look on his face and said, "You are too valuable to me. No…" Spain put down the uneaten slice of apple. He seemed to be shaking slightly, possibly because he was dealing with more emotions that he could usually manage. He continued to talk "We are too valuable to each other to be at odds with each other, so I would like to just forget everything that happened last night."

Mexico nodded slightly, he comprehended the situation. Spain had become painfully aware that he was losing control and he was also aware that he didn't have the same control over Mexico that he once did. So, he had changed tactics to be more fraternal. Mexico was wary of this strategy and he was not going to fall for it. He said in response to Spain "We can not forget everything. The truth is that I have grown up and you know it. I am bored with imperial life, that is why I am acting out". Spain laughed half-heartedly "At your age it was wanderlust for me. I was sick of being held down by the Caliphate, he was a pseudo-country who represented the Muslim world at the time. I won my freedom with Phillip's help, and then I needed more. I sailed out towards the horizon. I found the new world and I found you, that was the only thing that satisfied me."

Mexico smirked, now knowing that he was on the right path, "Brilliant history lesson, but I already knew that about you. Say something that means something to me." Spain leaned forward and said with his voice shaking "Don't you understand? I don't want to see you turn out like me. What I've done, the mistakes I've made, I can't let someone else do the same thing I've done. I worry about you because you're so like me, you could easily do the same things I did." Spain couldn't have known why these words would make Mexico mad, he didn't understand that Mexico knew who had killed his mother.

On the inside the dark boy was screaming I'm nothing like you and I never will be. He held this thought inside of him and said "Antonio, I am loyal to you. Despite my temper, I do not want my independence. I understand that I have hurt you, I've caused you worry and I am sorry. In the future I will show the respect and love that you deserve." He added to himself Yes, Antonio, eventually I will give you exactly what you deserve: The justice that you have always deserved.

Spain smiled in relief, completely unaware of Mexico's real meaning. He picked up the same piece of apple and actually took a bite out of it this time and chewed slowly. Then he said "I appreciate that, Alejandro. It's good to know that despite our inability to get along sometimes, you are still loyal to me. You are my most valuable asset". Mexico nodded again, well aware that he was lying, before he said "May I go now that we have talked that through?" Spain nodded and finally looked back at the food and said, more to himself than to Mexico "Yes, that was satisfactory". Mexico was struck by a sudden idea, one that would certainly erase any doubt that Spain still had.

He stood up and walked over to Spain's chair. The older man looked up, slightly confused. Mexico smirked before he kneeled down in front of Spain. He took Spain's left hand in his own and kissed the ring that bore the imperial emblum. As expected, Mexico heard Spain gasp. The man had not expected Mexico to act so submissive, but what was to come was going to shock him more.

Mexico leaned forward and pushed off his knee slightly. He kissed Spain lightly on both cheeks, which could either be interpreted as a sign of love between family or as a sign of commitment between two lovers. Mexico meant to leave it ambiguous, so he didn't say anything. Spain couldn't hide his smirk, he looked almost disappointed when Mexico stood up and walked away.

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Love Under Contract (Jenkins & Sons Construction) by Sharon C. Cooper

Sharon C. Cooper

Love Under Contract by Sharon C. Cooper

Timing is everything!

Sumeera Robinson refuses to settle for less than she desires, even if what she craves is the sexy, smart, and charming Nicolas Jenkins-Moore. At her age, she wants marriage and a family, not the empty promises Nick offers. Yet, there is just something about the man that makes moving on nearly impossible.

As the new senior manager of Jenkins & Sons Construction, Nick’s five-year plan is on track with marriage and starting a family at the bottom of the list. Sumeera is as beautiful inside as she is on the outside, but not even she can entice him to abandon his carefully plotted road to success. That is until she walks away without looking back, leaving him yearning for her presence in his life.

Nick is determined to convince Sumeera that he wants the same things she wants. But will an unexpected development keep them from the life they desire? Or will fate bring them closer than they’ve ever been before?

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Love Under Contract by Sharon C. Cooper Top Customer Reviews

4.0 out of 5 stars By Changing2faces Reconnecting always have those inner doubts of whether one is doing the right thing for the right reasons. I agree and am a firm believer in planning and preparation, but I also understand that God’s plan trumps anything man may put in place.

As Sharon, takes us on the journey of Nick and Sumeera is was great to see the Jenkins family play such a pivotal role. Not to mention I love the fatherly advice Lewis provided Nick. Both when seeking to obtain Sumeera’s trust and love, as well as, once having their happily ever after.

One point that I really am interested in knowing more about is Russell, Sumeera’s father. What caused him to be who he was. What truly impacted his and Mona’s relationship. I also want more from Johnetta and Miguel. Especially with her relocating to be with him. A nice little novella to tackle these two mature older couples would be nice.

Overall you’ll smile, laugh, and even get frustrated as you read Nick and Sumeera’s story, but in the end you’ll love and root for their success. Good job Sharon on continuing with the Jenkins family.

5.0 out of 5 stars By Kindle Customer Love Under Contract (Jenkins and Sons Construction) is a very sweet and sensual romance novel that earned a rating of five stars. I enjoyed reading this installment of the Jenkins and Sons Construction series and catching up with family members of the Jenkins family. Nick’s love story was was exciting and Sweet and I would recommend this book to anyone who enjoys reading good romantic novels.

4.0 out of 5 stars By Amazon Customer Love Under Contract is such an amazing love story. Talk about not realizing what you’ve got until it’s gone. Sharon C. Cooper kept me glued to my seat and my tablet open until the very end.

One of my favorite series of all time is her Jenkins Family series and now that all of the lovely Jenkins women have found their happily ever after Mrs. Cooper is moving on to men in the Jenkins family. What a strong start it was. Nick is by far every girls fantasy but he’s not ready for love or at least that’s what he thinks until Sumeera becomes the one that got away.

You will love reading about them and their story. There’s some twists and turns but nothing that takes away from the their story of love and finding the one.

EXCERPT: Love Under Contract

Sumeera dropped her compact back into her purse as a loud rumbling motor sounded outside. She went back to the window and tilted the aluminum slat of the blinds down, willing herself to remain calm when she spotted Nick’s truck. There was a time in her life when she’d only been attracted to a man in a suit and tie, clean shaven, with a runner’s body. But nothing about Nicholas Jenkins-Moore resembled that picture.

Just over six-feet tall with dark soulful eyes and skin the color of toasted almonds, Nick, a sheet metal worker by trade, ran one of the largest construction companies in Cincinnati. Her heart pounded against her ribcage as she observed him standing behind his truck taking in his surroundings. He reminded her of a poster boy for everything rugged and powerful.

She wasn’t sure why he parked on the street instead of in the driveway, but it gave her a chance to admire him from a distance. He wore a dark wool cap pulled down low and sunglasses shielded his eyes. Even in his work coat, one could tell he had wide shoulders and a broad chest. His tree-trunk-like legs were encased in his customary blue jeans and dusty steel-toe boots covered his feet.

Sumeera remained rooted in place as desire hummed through her veins while she watched him. His long, easy gait carrying him up the driveway toward the house. With a diamond stud earring in each ear, his sexy goatee and tattoos that she knew covered his forearms beneath his coat, he was everything her prim and proper mother would disapprove of. Yet, Sumeera was crazy in love with the man. Hence, her biggest problem at the moment.

She and Nick had dated for seven months until she made the mistake of falling in love with him. It was a mistake because he had made it clear up front that he wasn’t looking for a serious commitment. Like so many women, Sumeera thought she could change him. Didn’t happen. Then she thought she could handle being in a relationship without knowing if it would amount to marriage, but quickly realized she couldn’t handle that either. And she definitely didn’t want to end up like her mother. Mona had stayed with Russell, who promised marriage, but thirty-five years later he was still making promises and they still weren’t married. That’s why Sumeera had put some distance between herself and Nick. She wanted a different life than her mother’s.

Sumeera stepped away from the window and closed her eyes, willing away the slight headache trying to creep in. She knew her constant tiredness and the random headaches were from working more than she’d been sleeping, and lately she’d been paying for it.

Nick rang the doorbell, and Sumeera opened her eyes. She wiggled her shoulders to relieve some tension, then ran her fingers through her hair hoping it looked alright.

“Okay. I’m ready.” She exhaled before opening the door. But no amount of preparation could have readied her for coming face to face with the man she’d dreamed about during many lonely nights over the last few weeks.

Nick removed his shades, placing them in the top pocket of his jacket that rested over his heart. She swallowed hard when their gazes collided. He studied her for what felt like hours. His sexy brown eyes scrutinized, doing a slow crawl down her body, and then back up again. Heat consumed her, making her want to fan herself, but she didn’t move.

“Hello, Sumeera.” His rich, deep voice washed over her like a gentle breeze, nipping at her skin, and her heart rate inched higher. His cologne, a woodsy scent, brought back memories of romantic nights and happier times. She hadn’t seen him in a month and a half, but there hadn’t been a day that went by that she didn’t think of him.

( Continued… )

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About the Author Award-winning and bestselling author, Sharon C. Cooper, is a romance-a-holic – loving anything that involves romance with a happily-ever-after, whether in books, movies, or real life. Sharon writes contemporary romance, as well as romantic suspense. Sharon has been nominated for numerous awards and is the recipient of the 2017 Black Pearls Magazine Excellence Award. She also has an Emma Award for Romantic Suspense of the Year 2015 (Truth or Consequences), Emma Award – Interracial Romance of the Year 2015 (All You’ll Ever Need), and BRAB (book club) Award -Breakout Author of the Year 2014. When Sharon is not writing or working, she’s hanging out with her amazing husband, doing volunteer work or reading a good book (a romance of course). To read more about Sharon and her novels, visit http://www.sharoncooper.net

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