Por si éramos pocos by Belenuski - Chapter 10 (Part 6)
Title: Por si éramos pocos by Belenuski
Rating: R
NB: So, I was on a roll...and then it kinda died. [:-( Muerto.] I apologize for taking three weeks to get this next part out, but I wanted to get this snippet done now because there probably won't be another update for another two weeks or more - I'm going on two more vacations! Oh, and sorry for not responding to the comments made on the last update. I meant to get back to it and just completely forgot...whoops. Well, enjoy and comment, yo!
“Thank you, Rita!” Pepa exclaimed over the telephone. “On your birthday, I’m going to send you on a cruise…you can spend the whole day asking me for favors.”
“It was nothing, zanguanga. See you in a bit.”
Pepa, smiling, hung up the phone. When she turned her head, she saw a pair of very interested eyes watching her. Her daughter was practically begging for her to finally tell her the reply.
“Rita’s bringing the dress.”
Noah’s smile grew and she started to leap around.
“Good! Good!”
Rita had agreed to pick up the little one’s dress from Silvia’s home. She lived nearby and she’d had keys to the place for years.
“Now, stay in the living room and play while the rest of us get dressed, vale?”
“I wanna come!”
Pepa rolled her eyes and quickly invented another excuse. Having a three-year old upstairs constantly asking questions about everything and running all around would be overwhelming. She wanted to get ready with Sara and Silvia, like before, without any more worries.
“First, missy, you say “I want to go”, not “I want to come”. And second, if you go and we’re all upstairs, who’ll open the door for the guests?”
Noah placed her finger in her mouth, like she always did, and nodded decidedly. Any kid could be entertained by giving them a simple task and making it seem important, that it’s a “grown-up” thing.
When Pepa saw her daughter take toys out of her backpack, a few little dolls and a stuffed bunny rabbit which was given to her when she was two years old and first going to nursery school, she began to climb the stairs.
It was already 6:30 and it wouldn’t be long before the rest of the guests began arriving at the huge chalet. Lucas was ready, but the girls, who had started to shower at 5:45, were still preparing.
Pepa yawned as the walked to Sara’s room and when she entered and she saw Lucas fastening the neck of Sara’s dress, she waved her hand at him in a gesture of asking him to leave.
“You, out of the room or we’ll take even longer.”
Lucas lifted his hands indicating he wasn’t doing anything wrong.
“Eh, eh, I’m putting her dress on, not taking it off.”
“Yeah, but Silvia and I are going to change in here, too, so move along.”
Lucas looked at Sara not believing what he was hearing. He looked at the blonde entreating her help, but all she did was smile and shrug her shoulders. Finally, he huffed and walked out of the room, shouting.
“They’re kicking me out of my own bedroom! It’s incredible…Well, you better not complain when I teach Noah bad words! She’s the only one who listens to me in this house!”
Sara let out a loud laugh and Pepa rolled her eyes, letting a smile creep out on her face. She looked at her niece and, in an impulse, gave her a kiss on the forehead.
“You seem happy, eh?” Sara asked.
Pepa looked puzzled. She wasn’t an idiot, so she knew her niece was asking for a reason.
“Well, yes, I am…why?”
“No, nothing.”
Pepa smiled and shrugged her shoulders, she wasn’t going to insist even though she could imagine what Sara was referring to.
She shut the door and began to take off her shoes, but before she took off the rest of her clothes, she saw a red scarf on the seat where her niece would sit to put on her makeup.
“Sara, dark red and light red, no, please. Since when did these two colors go together?”
“It’s not for me, it’s for Silvia,” she commented as she pulled up her hair to more easily apply her makeup. “And really, you go and give it to her or I’ll never finish.”
Pepa’s brow knitted, first at how vague her niece was being, and second at the fact that Silvia would be using a scarf that night. Wasn’t she going to be wearing the black dress?
She grabbed the scarf and, whistling, walked to the redhead’s bedroom. She knocked a few times and Silvia opened the door to let her in thinking it was Sara.
When she saw Pepa in the reflection of the mirror she was looking at, she froze a bit, and the brunette did, too. Pepa, feeling very confident and happy, had nonchalantly taken the scarf over to her ex-wife, but she hadn’t stopped to think that she’d have to talk to Silvia, something they hadn’t done all afternoon. They had only exchanged timid looks and now they found themselves in a room alone, one of them wearing a truly provocative dress, which did not go unnoticed by the brunette.
“Wow,” she murmured, looking Silvia up and down.
Silvia instantly started blushing and turned back around to look at the mirror, rearranging her hair a bit.
“What do you want?”
“I brought you the scarf. But don’t put it on.”
Silvia looked through the mirror curiously.
“Why?”
“To not spoil the piece of art I’m currently looking at. You’re…beautiful.”
No, ‘beautiful’ wasn’t the right word. Ravishing, sexy…those were a better fit, but she wasn’t going to just blurt that out.
“Thank you. But if I’m wearing a scarf, it’s your fault. Look,” she pointed at her neck indignantly and Pepa finally approached her. She began to see the numerous marks even from a distance and let out a laugh. “I don’t think it’s very funny. Look at what a brute you are, eh?”
“They didn’t bother you while I was making them.”
Silvia looked her in the eyes. Pepa’s eyes gazed at her as only they knew how, making insinuations with those seemingly simple phrases, but because of her tone, were actually full of sensuality.
“I barely even noticed. You’re not that great in bed.”
Now it was the redhead who was being suggestive. All afternoon they had been thinking the same thing, that they had to talk about it, that they couldn’t let it happen again…but the temptation was there and it was a temptation greater than any other.
Pepa let out a snort and stood behind Silvia’s back, also looking into the mirror. One of her hands wrapped around Silvia’s waist, the other stroked her neck. The redhead’s skin prickled at the soft contact.
Pepa leaned over to her ex-wife’s ear.
“With this alone, I already make you feel more than any man has ever made you feel in your life.”
“You’re a cocky asshole.”
The brunette brought her other hand down to the redhead’s waist and completely pressed up against her body, causing her heart to beat wildly with nerves. Unexpectedly, Pepa kissed her neck slowly, drowning her in a myriad of sensations.
“You love me being that way …and I love that you’re like this.”
“Like this how?”
She was already breathing heavily and the brunette didn’t hesitate in raising her hand from Silvia’s waist to her chest, massaging her through her dress. Silvia shut her eyes and licked her lips.
“Like this…look.” Silvia opened her eyes to look at herself in the mirror with Pepa at her back, stroking her. “So hot…so turned on.”
“No…I’m not…”
“And seeing you lie to yourself…I love it.”
“Pepa, stop. You still haven’t gotten dressed yet and…”
“Why get dressed if you’re just going to take my clothes off right now anyway?”
“Pepa…” she insisted, but she felt a hand creep up underneath the bottom of her dress and she closed her eyes again.
“Mamá!” They heard Noah yell.
They brusquely pulled apart knowing that the door was still ajar and that their daughter was walking nearby from the proximity of her voice.
Silvia pulled her dress back into place and, indeed, the little one appeared at the door a few seconds later with an angry look on her face.
“Lucas took Toni away from me!” She complained, referring to the stuffed animal.
Pepa rolled her eyes and after caressing her daughter’s head, she prepared to leave the room.
“Tell mamá Silvia because I have to take a shower in less than ten minutes,” she looked at the redhead and smiled. “A cold shower.”
When the brunette disappeared behind the door, Silvia smiled and blinked several times without knowing what exactly had just happened. Her heart still wasn’t beating normally, and her breathing was still agitated, and if that wasn’t enough, she also felt like she needed a cold shower, but she didn’t have time to take another one.
Gawking at the door, she finally noticed her daughter tugging on her dress.
“I heard you, mi amor, I’ll go downstairs right now and tell him to give Toni back, vale?”
The girl nodded gratefully and held out her arms so her mother could pick her up. Silvia did just that and kissed her on the cheek. Then Noah pointed at Silvia’s neck, opening her mouth in amazement. The redhead tensed for a few seconds.
“Do you have owies?”
“Eh….no. It was mosquitos, cariño. There are a lot of mosquitos out here in the countryside.”
“Oh…”
They heard the wheels of a breaking car stop in front of the house and Silvia released the girl who ran back down the stairs, being careful not to fall. Before reaching the bottom, she realized that Lucas had opened the door for a woman she didn’t recognize, so she ran up the stairs again. Out of curiosity, she turned around to look one more time. No, she didn’t know the woman who, almost in tears, was hugging her cousin Lucas.
Noah was walking to Silvia’s bedroom, but was stopped on the staircase when she ran into Pepa who, upon hearing the car arrive, had decided to shower afterwards. Pepa was just as curious as her daughter.
“Who is it?” She asked.
Noah shook her head and shrugged her shoulders. Silvia also left her room, with her dress and scarf in place, and her make-up and hair finished.
“Who’s here?”
“I don’t know,” the girl responded not moving from her spot on the stairs, waiting for her mothers to finally come down.
Silvia and Pepa looked at each other in confusion and began to walk down the stairs. Halfway down, they started to realize who the woman was, and it was understandable that their daughter didn’t know her considering she had never seen her before. Silvia froze when she saw the woman, and it’s just that, it had been three years since she had last seen her sister, Lola, who was now smiling emotionally.
“Lola!” The redhead yelled, running down the rest of the stairs so quickly she almost tripped.
She threw herself into her sister’s arms and was squeezed tightly as she rained hundreds of kisses on her cheek.
“You look beautiful, hermana!”
“You, too! It’s…it’s incredible. What are you doing here?”
But the woman didn’t respond to the question because she saw a tall brunette standing behind them, smiling as always was.
“Pepa!”
“Cuñada!”
Pepa joined the embrace and they both hugged Lola as tightly as they could. Between Pepa and Silvia, Lola barely had any room to speak because they drowned her in questions.
“We didn’t know you were coming.”
“Why didn’t you tell us?:
“How are you?”
“Why did you come?”
“How did you get here?”
“Eh, eh, slow down,” Lola calmed them. “You know that spending the holidays alone depresses me, and it’s not the same being with friends as it is with family. I wanted it to be a surprise, that’s why I called Lucas and he gave me the address for the GPS and that’s that.”
The brunette and redhead looked at Lucas in gratitude and he smiled. Instinctively, he looked towards the stairs where he saw Noah sitting on the last step watching the scene with interest. Who was that woman that everybody loved? Who was getting so many hugs?
The little girl’s face was a sight, and Lucas was about to call her, but something else got his attention. Sara, wearing a red dress that fit her extremely well, peeked downstairs not knowing what was happening.
“Can somebody please tell me what’s going on?”
They all lifted their gazes and Silvia and Pepa finally stepped away, revealing Lola. Sara, not believing what she was seeing at first, squinted a bit to make sure that it really was her, then she smiled and ran down the stair with her arms extended. She threw herself at her mother who held her as if she were still five years old, with affection and nostalgia.
“Mamá!”
“Mi niña…”
Lola got even more emotional and started to really sob. Sara began to cry, too, and at this, Silvia imitated them, wrapping her arms around them, leaving the three of them in an embrace.
“And there are all the Castro women,” Pepa said to Lucas who was enjoying the scene as much as she was.
After a few more seconds in their familial embrace, the three separated wiping tears away and laughing at how incredibly emotional they had become. Lola gave a good look at her daughter and her sister and complimented them on their outfits.
Noah, not being able to take it anymore, rose from the step and walked to Pepa. She grabbed onto her pants, feeling a bit embarrassed, and stood with her finger in her mouth, watching, thinking.
It was then that Lola, turning to address Pepa, noticed the girl.
She looked puzzled and suddenly, with her eyes wide opened, she looked towards Silvia.
“No…” she said in disbelief as she looked back at the little one.
“Yes,” her sister responded.
“It can’t be…this is Noah?”
The girl, hearing her name, looked on more attentively. The woman looked at her in astonishment, not because of the details of her features, but because she was simply surprised by her height, by her age. Lola hadn’t forgotten that she had a niece, she just hadn’t imagined her like this…she was picturing a stroller with a one-year old who could barely string five words together.
Pepa nodded at her sister-in-law’s question and looked at her daughter, pushing her forward a little to get closer to Lola. Lola squatted down, and Pepa did, too.
“Cariño, do you know how this is?” The little one shook her head. “This is the sister of your mamá and the mamá of your prima, Sara.”
Noah looked at her cousin who confirmed the statement with a smile.
“She’s the mamá of Sara?”
“Yes, her name is Lola. She’s your tía.”
“Tita?” She had to ask to be sure. The names of her relatives could get a little confusing. Brothers, uncles, grandparents, cousins…
“Uh huh,” Pepa said. “Are you going to say ‘hi’?”
Then, with all the joy that the little girl knew, with that smile that was so pretty and without a hint of shame after learning that the woman was part of her family, she waved her hand enthusiastically.
“Hola!” She exclaimed, amplifying the smiles on the faces of all those present.
“Hola. How old are you, cielo?”
“Three.”
“Oh, wow! That’s old!” She looked at her sister and Pepa still smiling, “She’s so big.” She looked at Noah again and played with her hair. “And she’s precious…my god, Pepa, she looks just like you.”
“She’s more beautiful,” the brunette said, as she always did when anyone compared her to her daughter.
“People are starting to arrive and you still haven’t gotten dressed,” the redhead told her.
“Oh, shit, that’s right. I’m going to get ready.”
She ran up the stairs taking two at a time, and her daughter crossed her arms.
“You said a bad word!” She yelled after her mother making everyone laugh.
“I’m sorry, mi vida. But you don’t say that word, eh?”
They all started to laugh again.
Links to the original story:
http://pepaysilvia.mforos.com/1469855/8481210-por-si-eramos-pocos-01-11-09-23-40/
http://pepaysilvia.mforos.com/1469855/8680673-por-si-eramos-pocos-ii-28-11-09-21-35/
http://pepaysilvia.mforos.com/1469855/8848739-por-si-eramos-pocos-iii-14-02-10-0-55-finalizado/
Rating: R
NB: So, I was on a roll...and then it kinda died. [:-( Muerto.] I apologize for taking three weeks to get this next part out, but I wanted to get this snippet done now because there probably won't be another update for another two weeks or more - I'm going on two more vacations! Oh, and sorry for not responding to the comments made on the last update. I meant to get back to it and just completely forgot...whoops. Well, enjoy and comment, yo!
“Thank you, Rita!” Pepa exclaimed over the telephone. “On your birthday, I’m going to send you on a cruise…you can spend the whole day asking me for favors.”
“It was nothing, zanguanga. See you in a bit.”
Pepa, smiling, hung up the phone. When she turned her head, she saw a pair of very interested eyes watching her. Her daughter was practically begging for her to finally tell her the reply.
“Rita’s bringing the dress.”
Noah’s smile grew and she started to leap around.
“Good! Good!”
Rita had agreed to pick up the little one’s dress from Silvia’s home. She lived nearby and she’d had keys to the place for years.
“Now, stay in the living room and play while the rest of us get dressed, vale?”
“I wanna come!”
Pepa rolled her eyes and quickly invented another excuse. Having a three-year old upstairs constantly asking questions about everything and running all around would be overwhelming. She wanted to get ready with Sara and Silvia, like before, without any more worries.
“First, missy, you say “I want to go”, not “I want to come”. And second, if you go and we’re all upstairs, who’ll open the door for the guests?”
Noah placed her finger in her mouth, like she always did, and nodded decidedly. Any kid could be entertained by giving them a simple task and making it seem important, that it’s a “grown-up” thing.
When Pepa saw her daughter take toys out of her backpack, a few little dolls and a stuffed bunny rabbit which was given to her when she was two years old and first going to nursery school, she began to climb the stairs.
It was already 6:30 and it wouldn’t be long before the rest of the guests began arriving at the huge chalet. Lucas was ready, but the girls, who had started to shower at 5:45, were still preparing.
Pepa yawned as the walked to Sara’s room and when she entered and she saw Lucas fastening the neck of Sara’s dress, she waved her hand at him in a gesture of asking him to leave.
“You, out of the room or we’ll take even longer.”
Lucas lifted his hands indicating he wasn’t doing anything wrong.
“Eh, eh, I’m putting her dress on, not taking it off.”
“Yeah, but Silvia and I are going to change in here, too, so move along.”
Lucas looked at Sara not believing what he was hearing. He looked at the blonde entreating her help, but all she did was smile and shrug her shoulders. Finally, he huffed and walked out of the room, shouting.
“They’re kicking me out of my own bedroom! It’s incredible…Well, you better not complain when I teach Noah bad words! She’s the only one who listens to me in this house!”
Sara let out a loud laugh and Pepa rolled her eyes, letting a smile creep out on her face. She looked at her niece and, in an impulse, gave her a kiss on the forehead.
“You seem happy, eh?” Sara asked.
Pepa looked puzzled. She wasn’t an idiot, so she knew her niece was asking for a reason.
“Well, yes, I am…why?”
“No, nothing.”
Pepa smiled and shrugged her shoulders, she wasn’t going to insist even though she could imagine what Sara was referring to.
She shut the door and began to take off her shoes, but before she took off the rest of her clothes, she saw a red scarf on the seat where her niece would sit to put on her makeup.
“Sara, dark red and light red, no, please. Since when did these two colors go together?”
“It’s not for me, it’s for Silvia,” she commented as she pulled up her hair to more easily apply her makeup. “And really, you go and give it to her or I’ll never finish.”
Pepa’s brow knitted, first at how vague her niece was being, and second at the fact that Silvia would be using a scarf that night. Wasn’t she going to be wearing the black dress?
She grabbed the scarf and, whistling, walked to the redhead’s bedroom. She knocked a few times and Silvia opened the door to let her in thinking it was Sara.
When she saw Pepa in the reflection of the mirror she was looking at, she froze a bit, and the brunette did, too. Pepa, feeling very confident and happy, had nonchalantly taken the scarf over to her ex-wife, but she hadn’t stopped to think that she’d have to talk to Silvia, something they hadn’t done all afternoon. They had only exchanged timid looks and now they found themselves in a room alone, one of them wearing a truly provocative dress, which did not go unnoticed by the brunette.
“Wow,” she murmured, looking Silvia up and down.
Silvia instantly started blushing and turned back around to look at the mirror, rearranging her hair a bit.
“What do you want?”
“I brought you the scarf. But don’t put it on.”
Silvia looked through the mirror curiously.
“Why?”
“To not spoil the piece of art I’m currently looking at. You’re…beautiful.”
No, ‘beautiful’ wasn’t the right word. Ravishing, sexy…those were a better fit, but she wasn’t going to just blurt that out.
“Thank you. But if I’m wearing a scarf, it’s your fault. Look,” she pointed at her neck indignantly and Pepa finally approached her. She began to see the numerous marks even from a distance and let out a laugh. “I don’t think it’s very funny. Look at what a brute you are, eh?”
“They didn’t bother you while I was making them.”
Silvia looked her in the eyes. Pepa’s eyes gazed at her as only they knew how, making insinuations with those seemingly simple phrases, but because of her tone, were actually full of sensuality.
“I barely even noticed. You’re not that great in bed.”
Now it was the redhead who was being suggestive. All afternoon they had been thinking the same thing, that they had to talk about it, that they couldn’t let it happen again…but the temptation was there and it was a temptation greater than any other.
Pepa let out a snort and stood behind Silvia’s back, also looking into the mirror. One of her hands wrapped around Silvia’s waist, the other stroked her neck. The redhead’s skin prickled at the soft contact.
Pepa leaned over to her ex-wife’s ear.
“With this alone, I already make you feel more than any man has ever made you feel in your life.”
“You’re a cocky asshole.”
The brunette brought her other hand down to the redhead’s waist and completely pressed up against her body, causing her heart to beat wildly with nerves. Unexpectedly, Pepa kissed her neck slowly, drowning her in a myriad of sensations.
“You love me being that way …and I love that you’re like this.”
“Like this how?”
She was already breathing heavily and the brunette didn’t hesitate in raising her hand from Silvia’s waist to her chest, massaging her through her dress. Silvia shut her eyes and licked her lips.
“Like this…look.” Silvia opened her eyes to look at herself in the mirror with Pepa at her back, stroking her. “So hot…so turned on.”
“No…I’m not…”
“And seeing you lie to yourself…I love it.”
“Pepa, stop. You still haven’t gotten dressed yet and…”
“Why get dressed if you’re just going to take my clothes off right now anyway?”
“Pepa…” she insisted, but she felt a hand creep up underneath the bottom of her dress and she closed her eyes again.
“Mamá!” They heard Noah yell.
They brusquely pulled apart knowing that the door was still ajar and that their daughter was walking nearby from the proximity of her voice.
Silvia pulled her dress back into place and, indeed, the little one appeared at the door a few seconds later with an angry look on her face.
“Lucas took Toni away from me!” She complained, referring to the stuffed animal.
Pepa rolled her eyes and after caressing her daughter’s head, she prepared to leave the room.
“Tell mamá Silvia because I have to take a shower in less than ten minutes,” she looked at the redhead and smiled. “A cold shower.”
When the brunette disappeared behind the door, Silvia smiled and blinked several times without knowing what exactly had just happened. Her heart still wasn’t beating normally, and her breathing was still agitated, and if that wasn’t enough, she also felt like she needed a cold shower, but she didn’t have time to take another one.
Gawking at the door, she finally noticed her daughter tugging on her dress.
“I heard you, mi amor, I’ll go downstairs right now and tell him to give Toni back, vale?”
The girl nodded gratefully and held out her arms so her mother could pick her up. Silvia did just that and kissed her on the cheek. Then Noah pointed at Silvia’s neck, opening her mouth in amazement. The redhead tensed for a few seconds.
“Do you have owies?”
“Eh….no. It was mosquitos, cariño. There are a lot of mosquitos out here in the countryside.”
“Oh…”
They heard the wheels of a breaking car stop in front of the house and Silvia released the girl who ran back down the stairs, being careful not to fall. Before reaching the bottom, she realized that Lucas had opened the door for a woman she didn’t recognize, so she ran up the stairs again. Out of curiosity, she turned around to look one more time. No, she didn’t know the woman who, almost in tears, was hugging her cousin Lucas.
Noah was walking to Silvia’s bedroom, but was stopped on the staircase when she ran into Pepa who, upon hearing the car arrive, had decided to shower afterwards. Pepa was just as curious as her daughter.
“Who is it?” She asked.
Noah shook her head and shrugged her shoulders. Silvia also left her room, with her dress and scarf in place, and her make-up and hair finished.
“Who’s here?”
“I don’t know,” the girl responded not moving from her spot on the stairs, waiting for her mothers to finally come down.
Silvia and Pepa looked at each other in confusion and began to walk down the stairs. Halfway down, they started to realize who the woman was, and it was understandable that their daughter didn’t know her considering she had never seen her before. Silvia froze when she saw the woman, and it’s just that, it had been three years since she had last seen her sister, Lola, who was now smiling emotionally.
“Lola!” The redhead yelled, running down the rest of the stairs so quickly she almost tripped.
She threw herself into her sister’s arms and was squeezed tightly as she rained hundreds of kisses on her cheek.
“You look beautiful, hermana!”
“You, too! It’s…it’s incredible. What are you doing here?”
But the woman didn’t respond to the question because she saw a tall brunette standing behind them, smiling as always was.
“Pepa!”
“Cuñada!”
Pepa joined the embrace and they both hugged Lola as tightly as they could. Between Pepa and Silvia, Lola barely had any room to speak because they drowned her in questions.
“We didn’t know you were coming.”
“Why didn’t you tell us?:
“How are you?”
“Why did you come?”
“How did you get here?”
“Eh, eh, slow down,” Lola calmed them. “You know that spending the holidays alone depresses me, and it’s not the same being with friends as it is with family. I wanted it to be a surprise, that’s why I called Lucas and he gave me the address for the GPS and that’s that.”
The brunette and redhead looked at Lucas in gratitude and he smiled. Instinctively, he looked towards the stairs where he saw Noah sitting on the last step watching the scene with interest. Who was that woman that everybody loved? Who was getting so many hugs?
The little girl’s face was a sight, and Lucas was about to call her, but something else got his attention. Sara, wearing a red dress that fit her extremely well, peeked downstairs not knowing what was happening.
“Can somebody please tell me what’s going on?”
They all lifted their gazes and Silvia and Pepa finally stepped away, revealing Lola. Sara, not believing what she was seeing at first, squinted a bit to make sure that it really was her, then she smiled and ran down the stair with her arms extended. She threw herself at her mother who held her as if she were still five years old, with affection and nostalgia.
“Mamá!”
“Mi niña…”
Lola got even more emotional and started to really sob. Sara began to cry, too, and at this, Silvia imitated them, wrapping her arms around them, leaving the three of them in an embrace.
“And there are all the Castro women,” Pepa said to Lucas who was enjoying the scene as much as she was.
After a few more seconds in their familial embrace, the three separated wiping tears away and laughing at how incredibly emotional they had become. Lola gave a good look at her daughter and her sister and complimented them on their outfits.
Noah, not being able to take it anymore, rose from the step and walked to Pepa. She grabbed onto her pants, feeling a bit embarrassed, and stood with her finger in her mouth, watching, thinking.
It was then that Lola, turning to address Pepa, noticed the girl.
She looked puzzled and suddenly, with her eyes wide opened, she looked towards Silvia.
“No…” she said in disbelief as she looked back at the little one.
“Yes,” her sister responded.
“It can’t be…this is Noah?”
The girl, hearing her name, looked on more attentively. The woman looked at her in astonishment, not because of the details of her features, but because she was simply surprised by her height, by her age. Lola hadn’t forgotten that she had a niece, she just hadn’t imagined her like this…she was picturing a stroller with a one-year old who could barely string five words together.
Pepa nodded at her sister-in-law’s question and looked at her daughter, pushing her forward a little to get closer to Lola. Lola squatted down, and Pepa did, too.
“Cariño, do you know how this is?” The little one shook her head. “This is the sister of your mamá and the mamá of your prima, Sara.”
Noah looked at her cousin who confirmed the statement with a smile.
“She’s the mamá of Sara?”
“Yes, her name is Lola. She’s your tía.”
“Tita?” She had to ask to be sure. The names of her relatives could get a little confusing. Brothers, uncles, grandparents, cousins…
“Uh huh,” Pepa said. “Are you going to say ‘hi’?”
Then, with all the joy that the little girl knew, with that smile that was so pretty and without a hint of shame after learning that the woman was part of her family, she waved her hand enthusiastically.
“Hola!” She exclaimed, amplifying the smiles on the faces of all those present.
“Hola. How old are you, cielo?”
“Three.”
“Oh, wow! That’s old!” She looked at her sister and Pepa still smiling, “She’s so big.” She looked at Noah again and played with her hair. “And she’s precious…my god, Pepa, she looks just like you.”
“She’s more beautiful,” the brunette said, as she always did when anyone compared her to her daughter.
“People are starting to arrive and you still haven’t gotten dressed,” the redhead told her.
“Oh, shit, that’s right. I’m going to get ready.”
She ran up the stairs taking two at a time, and her daughter crossed her arms.
“You said a bad word!” She yelled after her mother making everyone laugh.
“I’m sorry, mi vida. But you don’t say that word, eh?”
They all started to laugh again.
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