Por si éramos pocos by Belenuski - chapter 8 (part 7)
Title: Por si éramos pocos by Belenuski
Rating: PG-13
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June 3rd
Pepa
(*)Noah had behaved very well that afternoon. With the exception of painting a few book pages with some of our nail polish, I didn’t have to get after her very much. Now, at two in the morning she was deeply asleep, in contrast to myself. I was really worried.
With the living room lights on, and a bag of popcorn almost finished, I looked at my cell phone again. The movie I had put on that night had ended some time ago, and with no entertainment to distract me, my concern began to grow. Well, more than just concern, it was a type of jealousy or fear that the thing between Silvia and David would really take off.
And, it’s because that night, my wife, or whatever she really was, had gone out with him again. Yes, again. In one week, they had gone out for dinner twice and spent time together in the afternoons, sometimes even with Noah. I didn’t like it one fucking bit.
Was this already over for her? Had she decided to move on just like that? Fuck, we hadn’t even gotten divorced.
I heard a car pull into the parking lot and I looked out the window. It was David, so I quickly turned off the light and sat on the sofa. A few seconds later, I heard the jingling of keys and I heard Silvia laugh. I’m happy to say it was a fake laugh, but of course only I, who knew her so well, would know that.
“Hahaha, by stabbing, for vengeance, right?”
“If not by a stabbing, then by a beating, but I tell you that that guy won’t ever return to a brothel in his life.”
I heard a silence and turned my ear towards outside the door.
“Well, I’m going to go to bed, we have an early day tomorrow.”
“Okay, and I hope you had a nice time.”
Presumptious, arrogant idiot…You’re hoping she says she had a good time, jackass. And of course she’s going to, it’s called courtesy. Don’t confuse that with sincerity.
“I had a nice time.”
“I’m glad, your appearance is already improving…and that’s not an easy feat.”
I sat up. Don’t go down that road, David. Those things don’t work on Silvia, you have to know her well. Now she’s going to brush you off, shut the door in your face, and you, stupidly, will continue to think she’s giving you hope.
“Thanks…” Even a monkey would be able to tell she’s faking it, my god. “Good night.”
And she shut the door without giving him the chance to say goodbye. I knew it, I totally knew it.
I laid down again, ready to pretend to be asleep, with a triumphant smile on my lips. I didn’t know if it was because my jealousy had been calmed down since I could tell that Silvia didn’t feel anything for him or…bah, it was purely because of my pride. I knew my wife perfectly, and she just proved it to by passing on him. To hell with David.
I heard how she dropped the keys on the entrance table, and I closed my eyes. Now she would pass by to see if I was asleep, and then she’d do the same with Noah.
But, to my surprise, I heard her lean against the closed door. I opened my eyes.
I strained my hearing and, what I thought at first was a sigh, little by little became silent sobbing.
I stood up.
Bare-footed and attempting to not make any noise, I neared the doorway and poked my head out. I saw her against the door, wiping away her tears, and I felt my heart skip a beat. I couldn’t stop myself from walking to her.
“Silvia?” I called, causing her to try and dry her eyes more quickly. “What’s wrong?”
Suddenly, a thought came into my head and I immediately frowned. “Did that bastard do something to you?!”
Her face transformed into a stunned expression and she raised her arms in uncomprehension. “What? No, of course not.”
She dried away her last tears and sighed. I looked at her in concern, though she didn’t seem ready to look me in the eyes.
She took off her heels and walked a wide path around me, her head down, straight to the bedroom. Her eyes were still shining and I knew without a doubt that as soon as she got into bed, she would cry. I don’t know why, but she would.
I felt awful when I thought of it, and before she could get too far from me, I grabbed her blouse. She turned around, confused, serious, sad. And I let go of her blouse right away.
“Don’t cry, okay?” I asked her. “It kills me to see you cry.”
A few seconds of silence. An uncomfortable silence because of the sentiment that came out of nowhere. Three months with barely a word spoken to each other and suddenly, I throw that out. But I had to, I simply had to.
She nodded without saying a word or giving a smile, simply as if her heart had broken over something I still didn’t comprehend. Why did she come home from her date with David like this? She always got along with him, she had always been fine. Where was this coming from?
I finally let her walk away and I stayed standing in the middle of the hallway not knowing what to do. It wasn’t long before I walked back into the living room to try and get some sleep. Tomorrow was going to be a complicated day.(*)
Silvia
(*)That morning I didn’t want to get out of bed. I didn’t know how I was going to look at Pepa and I hadn’t slept at all that night, so I really didn’t feel like going to the precinct, and from there, travelling to Segovia to be put up in a hotel for the duration of the operative.
But I had to do it anyway.
I was getting dressed when Noah walked in with her precious smile to say good morning with lots of enthusiasm. She was the ray of sunshine in this house.
“Have you gotten everything together?” I asked her seeing that she had her backpack with her.
“Yes!”
“Very good, cariño. Go ask mamá if she’s finished making breakfast yet.”
Noah left the room, hopping like a frog on her way to the kitchen. I finished dressing and closed the small bags that we’d be taking for the next two days. The guns, the reports, and the other police equipment we would pick up at the precinct.
“Run, mommy,” Noah rushed me.
She was excited about going to Rita’s house. She loved being with Sabina, who would soon be turning 7 years old, and also with Rita, who always showered the girls with tons of affection, and she especially would now since Gonzalo was also going on the operative.
“I’m coming, I’m coming.”
We had breakfast in silence. I couldn’t bring myself to look at Pepa even though I knew she was looking at me. She was worried, understandably. I had never come home like that after being out with David, but it’s just that she didn’t know what happened…Surely that was why she was so confused.
After picking up a bit, we took the little one to Rita’s house and she gave us both huge kisses. She said goodbye, waving her hand frantically, and when we got back in the car, we saw her quickly walking back into the house, guiding Sabina back inside. The truth was, Noah was a bit of a troublemaker, but Sabina was really good at keeping her from getting into trouble. It shouldn’t be too much for Rita to take handle them both.
We arrived at the precinct, and when we were given our orders, Sara, Aitor, Gonzalo, Pepa, David, and I were ready to take off. After an intense study of the available positions, I chose to ride in the car with Sara and Gonzalo. Pepa, much to her reluctance, had to go in the same car as David. Aitor and David had become good friends recently, and since she had initially decided to drive with Aitor, she was now stuck going with David, too.
Well, too bad for her. She shouldn’t have been so quick to choose her travel companion.
We had been driving for about 45 minutes already. Sara drove while I rode in the passenger seat. Gonzalo unhappily sat in the back. The truth was that I loved being with them two, and that’s why I was able to relax during the trip, even in light of what had happened yesterday. Something that I still didn’t know if I should tell Pepa or not.
“I don’t know whether I should ask,” Montoya told us.
“Rita will be really happy,” Sara assured him.
“Yeah, but…You don’t think it’s too soon?”
“Soon!” I scoffed. “Four years, Gonzalo.”
“Yeah, but…I don’t know, it’s difficult. You and Pepa didn’t have any doubts when you decided to have a baby?”
I let out a big laugh, “Doubts, he says…We cried, argued, we were scared…and look at us now, with a daughter.”
“And what if I’m not a good father?”
“You already have Sabina,” Sara added. “You’re like a father to her.”
“She doesn’t call me ‘papá’, Povedilla is her father. Pelirroja, give me advice since it hasn’t been too long since you had Noah.”
I turned around and shook my head.
“It’s already been three years. How time flies, madre mía.”
“You can say that again…” Sara said. “And as time passes, everything is lost…it’s complete shit.”
Gonzalo and I looked at her. She looked serious and was obviously concentrating, but not on the road. I wasn’t sure if I should ask her what was going on since Montoya was there, but I decided it wouldn’t hurt since they had been co-workers for so long now.
“Problems with Lucas?” I asked.
“I don’t have problems with Lucas. He’s the problem itself.”
I smiled. Their fights were always so absurd.
“What happened?”
“He’s an idiot, tita, an idiot. Do you know how upset he got when he found out I was going on this operative and hadn’t told him about it? He didn’t talk to me all evening! And then, after going out for a run, he got back to the house at 11 at night, and like the imbecile he is, tried to be affectionate with me. Of course he did…once he realized he could be going the night without sex, he was trying to make up for it, the giant…”
Gonzalo and I started cracking up, and though my niece was frowning, she started to laugh, too, just from hearing the two of us laughing.
“But okay, I’m here now, I’m going to relax, and everything will fix itself.”
“It seems to me that everyone who’s come on this operative did so to escape for a bit,” I let out. I needed to vent.
“Seems like, and how’s it going with Pepa?”
“Horribly. I have no idea what to do and I’m starting to get tired of the whole situation. I feel like I’m choking in my own home, Sara. The only thing that makes me happy when I’m there is Noah, and lately she’s been spending more time alone or with Dani or Sabina. She’s growing up so fast and she just doesn’t need us as much anymore.”
“And if things have gotten to this point, why don’t…well…why don’t you two ask for a divorce?” Gonzalo asked, squeezing my shoulder in a sign of support.
I nodded. “I guess it’s because we both think that things will be better one day. But no, there’s no remedy for this, and even less so after what happened yesterday.”
“What happened yesterday?” They both asked interestedly.
I took a breath.
“Yesterday…yesterday David and I kissed. And it wasn’t exactly a short kiss.”
Sara turned her gaze away from the road to look at me with her eyes wide open. I don’t know how Gonzalo reacted, I didn’t want to look at his face through the rearview mirror.
“Sara, keep your eyes on the road!” I exclaimed.
Without fully processing the information, she faced forward again, turning around every now and then to shoot me an angry look. I felt I had to explain what happened.
“We finished having dinner, and we had had a few drinks, though I still knew very well what I was doing, but I was feeling very sensitive, and before we got back into the car, he told me everything, and…”
“Slow down, slow down,” Montoya asked. I swallowed and took another breath.
“He told me again that he loved me and that he had never forgotten about me.”
“And you go and kiss him!” My niece snapped, her wide eyes still looking at the road, hardly believing what she was hearing.
“Look…no. We were talking about his situation, my situation, that there was something, because….because I don’t know, there’s something there, no? And…and he kissed me and I…I returned the kiss and we stayed like that for a minute, more or less, but Pepa came into my head, and not just her, everything came into my head. Noah, the trips, the fights, the reconciliations, everything and…I couldn’t do it. I pulled away from him and asked him to take me home.
“You’re a jackass, tita! A jackass!
“Fuck, I lost my mind for a bit. But I didn’t sleep with him or anything!”
“That’s the same thing I told you about Pepa!”
I sighed loudly and when I leaned against the window, I looked in the mirror, watching Gonzalo’s face that looked like a child hearing about sex for the first time.
“It didn’t go any further than that, okay? And, there we go. Anyway, whether it had happened or not, we both need to move on…at least that’s what the whole world is telling us.”
“Shit, wait to get a divorce at least. And that’s another thing…I don’t understand you two, not either of you. All this talk about ‘moving on’, ‘moving on’ but you don’t get a divorce. You two just don’t know what you want.”
“Don’t start with me, Sara…don’t start with me.”
The speed of the car reduced, along with my niece’s temper. “I’m not trying to throw anything in your face, it’s just…god, let me tell you what I think. Afterwards you can tell me off all you want, but let me tell you.”
I rolled my eyes before looking at her again. “Okay, talk.”
“I think that you and Pepa are a couple who loves each other but who’ve made a mountain out of a molehill. You should separate for a while, this time giving each other a real break, separated for a month or two. While you’re separated, you’ll both see how things start up again between you and when the break is over…well, you’ll both be better off. But you love each other, tita, and you both know it. And that’s why you haven’t gotten divorced yet.”
After hearing Sara’s little speech, I felt so terribly sad. Not angry, not confused…sad. She was right about almost everything except for making a mountain out of a molehill. No, that part wasn’t true. It wasn’t just small problems in our relationship, like it was with her and Lucas who fought every now and then and that would be it. Our mountain wasn’t formed by the little, every day arguments from before Pepa was pregnant. Our mountain was the size of Mt. Everest. Piles and piles of arguments and tensions that, with time, were joined with doubts and one or another lie.
It wasn’t a mountain made out of a molehill, we were old enough to know that.
I didn’t respond. I let the conversation finish like that and, leaning against the glass again, I felt Gonzalo’s hand return to my shoulder. Later, Sara looked at me and affectionately caressed my arm, too. I didn’t know what to say or what to do. I just wanted to sleep, and when I woke up, I wanted to find that everything had just been a bad dream, and that the person driving at my side wasn’t a blonde, but a brunette with green eyes.(*)
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: PG-13
NB: Here's more...I hope everybody's still hanging in there! Read, enjoy, comment...gracias. :-)
June 3rd
Pepa
(*)Noah had behaved very well that afternoon. With the exception of painting a few book pages with some of our nail polish, I didn’t have to get after her very much. Now, at two in the morning she was deeply asleep, in contrast to myself. I was really worried.
With the living room lights on, and a bag of popcorn almost finished, I looked at my cell phone again. The movie I had put on that night had ended some time ago, and with no entertainment to distract me, my concern began to grow. Well, more than just concern, it was a type of jealousy or fear that the thing between Silvia and David would really take off.
And, it’s because that night, my wife, or whatever she really was, had gone out with him again. Yes, again. In one week, they had gone out for dinner twice and spent time together in the afternoons, sometimes even with Noah. I didn’t like it one fucking bit.
Was this already over for her? Had she decided to move on just like that? Fuck, we hadn’t even gotten divorced.
I heard a car pull into the parking lot and I looked out the window. It was David, so I quickly turned off the light and sat on the sofa. A few seconds later, I heard the jingling of keys and I heard Silvia laugh. I’m happy to say it was a fake laugh, but of course only I, who knew her so well, would know that.
“Hahaha, by stabbing, for vengeance, right?”
“If not by a stabbing, then by a beating, but I tell you that that guy won’t ever return to a brothel in his life.”
I heard a silence and turned my ear towards outside the door.
“Well, I’m going to go to bed, we have an early day tomorrow.”
“Okay, and I hope you had a nice time.”
Presumptious, arrogant idiot…You’re hoping she says she had a good time, jackass. And of course she’s going to, it’s called courtesy. Don’t confuse that with sincerity.
“I had a nice time.”
“I’m glad, your appearance is already improving…and that’s not an easy feat.”
I sat up. Don’t go down that road, David. Those things don’t work on Silvia, you have to know her well. Now she’s going to brush you off, shut the door in your face, and you, stupidly, will continue to think she’s giving you hope.
“Thanks…” Even a monkey would be able to tell she’s faking it, my god. “Good night.”
And she shut the door without giving him the chance to say goodbye. I knew it, I totally knew it.
I laid down again, ready to pretend to be asleep, with a triumphant smile on my lips. I didn’t know if it was because my jealousy had been calmed down since I could tell that Silvia didn’t feel anything for him or…bah, it was purely because of my pride. I knew my wife perfectly, and she just proved it to by passing on him. To hell with David.
I heard how she dropped the keys on the entrance table, and I closed my eyes. Now she would pass by to see if I was asleep, and then she’d do the same with Noah.
But, to my surprise, I heard her lean against the closed door. I opened my eyes.
I strained my hearing and, what I thought at first was a sigh, little by little became silent sobbing.
I stood up.
Bare-footed and attempting to not make any noise, I neared the doorway and poked my head out. I saw her against the door, wiping away her tears, and I felt my heart skip a beat. I couldn’t stop myself from walking to her.
“Silvia?” I called, causing her to try and dry her eyes more quickly. “What’s wrong?”
Suddenly, a thought came into my head and I immediately frowned. “Did that bastard do something to you?!”
Her face transformed into a stunned expression and she raised her arms in uncomprehension. “What? No, of course not.”
She dried away her last tears and sighed. I looked at her in concern, though she didn’t seem ready to look me in the eyes.
She took off her heels and walked a wide path around me, her head down, straight to the bedroom. Her eyes were still shining and I knew without a doubt that as soon as she got into bed, she would cry. I don’t know why, but she would.
I felt awful when I thought of it, and before she could get too far from me, I grabbed her blouse. She turned around, confused, serious, sad. And I let go of her blouse right away.
“Don’t cry, okay?” I asked her. “It kills me to see you cry.”
A few seconds of silence. An uncomfortable silence because of the sentiment that came out of nowhere. Three months with barely a word spoken to each other and suddenly, I throw that out. But I had to, I simply had to.
She nodded without saying a word or giving a smile, simply as if her heart had broken over something I still didn’t comprehend. Why did she come home from her date with David like this? She always got along with him, she had always been fine. Where was this coming from?
I finally let her walk away and I stayed standing in the middle of the hallway not knowing what to do. It wasn’t long before I walked back into the living room to try and get some sleep. Tomorrow was going to be a complicated day.(*)
Silvia
(*)That morning I didn’t want to get out of bed. I didn’t know how I was going to look at Pepa and I hadn’t slept at all that night, so I really didn’t feel like going to the precinct, and from there, travelling to Segovia to be put up in a hotel for the duration of the operative.
But I had to do it anyway.
I was getting dressed when Noah walked in with her precious smile to say good morning with lots of enthusiasm. She was the ray of sunshine in this house.
“Have you gotten everything together?” I asked her seeing that she had her backpack with her.
“Yes!”
“Very good, cariño. Go ask mamá if she’s finished making breakfast yet.”
Noah left the room, hopping like a frog on her way to the kitchen. I finished dressing and closed the small bags that we’d be taking for the next two days. The guns, the reports, and the other police equipment we would pick up at the precinct.
“Run, mommy,” Noah rushed me.
She was excited about going to Rita’s house. She loved being with Sabina, who would soon be turning 7 years old, and also with Rita, who always showered the girls with tons of affection, and she especially would now since Gonzalo was also going on the operative.
“I’m coming, I’m coming.”
We had breakfast in silence. I couldn’t bring myself to look at Pepa even though I knew she was looking at me. She was worried, understandably. I had never come home like that after being out with David, but it’s just that she didn’t know what happened…Surely that was why she was so confused.
After picking up a bit, we took the little one to Rita’s house and she gave us both huge kisses. She said goodbye, waving her hand frantically, and when we got back in the car, we saw her quickly walking back into the house, guiding Sabina back inside. The truth was, Noah was a bit of a troublemaker, but Sabina was really good at keeping her from getting into trouble. It shouldn’t be too much for Rita to take handle them both.
We arrived at the precinct, and when we were given our orders, Sara, Aitor, Gonzalo, Pepa, David, and I were ready to take off. After an intense study of the available positions, I chose to ride in the car with Sara and Gonzalo. Pepa, much to her reluctance, had to go in the same car as David. Aitor and David had become good friends recently, and since she had initially decided to drive with Aitor, she was now stuck going with David, too.
Well, too bad for her. She shouldn’t have been so quick to choose her travel companion.
We had been driving for about 45 minutes already. Sara drove while I rode in the passenger seat. Gonzalo unhappily sat in the back. The truth was that I loved being with them two, and that’s why I was able to relax during the trip, even in light of what had happened yesterday. Something that I still didn’t know if I should tell Pepa or not.
“I don’t know whether I should ask,” Montoya told us.
“Rita will be really happy,” Sara assured him.
“Yeah, but…You don’t think it’s too soon?”
“Soon!” I scoffed. “Four years, Gonzalo.”
“Yeah, but…I don’t know, it’s difficult. You and Pepa didn’t have any doubts when you decided to have a baby?”
I let out a big laugh, “Doubts, he says…We cried, argued, we were scared…and look at us now, with a daughter.”
“And what if I’m not a good father?”
“You already have Sabina,” Sara added. “You’re like a father to her.”
“She doesn’t call me ‘papá’, Povedilla is her father. Pelirroja, give me advice since it hasn’t been too long since you had Noah.”
I turned around and shook my head.
“It’s already been three years. How time flies, madre mía.”
“You can say that again…” Sara said. “And as time passes, everything is lost…it’s complete shit.”
Gonzalo and I looked at her. She looked serious and was obviously concentrating, but not on the road. I wasn’t sure if I should ask her what was going on since Montoya was there, but I decided it wouldn’t hurt since they had been co-workers for so long now.
“Problems with Lucas?” I asked.
“I don’t have problems with Lucas. He’s the problem itself.”
I smiled. Their fights were always so absurd.
“What happened?”
“He’s an idiot, tita, an idiot. Do you know how upset he got when he found out I was going on this operative and hadn’t told him about it? He didn’t talk to me all evening! And then, after going out for a run, he got back to the house at 11 at night, and like the imbecile he is, tried to be affectionate with me. Of course he did…once he realized he could be going the night without sex, he was trying to make up for it, the giant…”
Gonzalo and I started cracking up, and though my niece was frowning, she started to laugh, too, just from hearing the two of us laughing.
“But okay, I’m here now, I’m going to relax, and everything will fix itself.”
“It seems to me that everyone who’s come on this operative did so to escape for a bit,” I let out. I needed to vent.
“Seems like, and how’s it going with Pepa?”
“Horribly. I have no idea what to do and I’m starting to get tired of the whole situation. I feel like I’m choking in my own home, Sara. The only thing that makes me happy when I’m there is Noah, and lately she’s been spending more time alone or with Dani or Sabina. She’s growing up so fast and she just doesn’t need us as much anymore.”
“And if things have gotten to this point, why don’t…well…why don’t you two ask for a divorce?” Gonzalo asked, squeezing my shoulder in a sign of support.
I nodded. “I guess it’s because we both think that things will be better one day. But no, there’s no remedy for this, and even less so after what happened yesterday.”
“What happened yesterday?” They both asked interestedly.
I took a breath.
“Yesterday…yesterday David and I kissed. And it wasn’t exactly a short kiss.”
Sara turned her gaze away from the road to look at me with her eyes wide open. I don’t know how Gonzalo reacted, I didn’t want to look at his face through the rearview mirror.
“Sara, keep your eyes on the road!” I exclaimed.
Without fully processing the information, she faced forward again, turning around every now and then to shoot me an angry look. I felt I had to explain what happened.
“We finished having dinner, and we had had a few drinks, though I still knew very well what I was doing, but I was feeling very sensitive, and before we got back into the car, he told me everything, and…”
“Slow down, slow down,” Montoya asked. I swallowed and took another breath.
“He told me again that he loved me and that he had never forgotten about me.”
“And you go and kiss him!” My niece snapped, her wide eyes still looking at the road, hardly believing what she was hearing.
“Look…no. We were talking about his situation, my situation, that there was something, because….because I don’t know, there’s something there, no? And…and he kissed me and I…I returned the kiss and we stayed like that for a minute, more or less, but Pepa came into my head, and not just her, everything came into my head. Noah, the trips, the fights, the reconciliations, everything and…I couldn’t do it. I pulled away from him and asked him to take me home.
“You’re a jackass, tita! A jackass!
“Fuck, I lost my mind for a bit. But I didn’t sleep with him or anything!”
“That’s the same thing I told you about Pepa!”
I sighed loudly and when I leaned against the window, I looked in the mirror, watching Gonzalo’s face that looked like a child hearing about sex for the first time.
“It didn’t go any further than that, okay? And, there we go. Anyway, whether it had happened or not, we both need to move on…at least that’s what the whole world is telling us.”
“Shit, wait to get a divorce at least. And that’s another thing…I don’t understand you two, not either of you. All this talk about ‘moving on’, ‘moving on’ but you don’t get a divorce. You two just don’t know what you want.”
“Don’t start with me, Sara…don’t start with me.”
The speed of the car reduced, along with my niece’s temper. “I’m not trying to throw anything in your face, it’s just…god, let me tell you what I think. Afterwards you can tell me off all you want, but let me tell you.”
I rolled my eyes before looking at her again. “Okay, talk.”
“I think that you and Pepa are a couple who loves each other but who’ve made a mountain out of a molehill. You should separate for a while, this time giving each other a real break, separated for a month or two. While you’re separated, you’ll both see how things start up again between you and when the break is over…well, you’ll both be better off. But you love each other, tita, and you both know it. And that’s why you haven’t gotten divorced yet.”
After hearing Sara’s little speech, I felt so terribly sad. Not angry, not confused…sad. She was right about almost everything except for making a mountain out of a molehill. No, that part wasn’t true. It wasn’t just small problems in our relationship, like it was with her and Lucas who fought every now and then and that would be it. Our mountain wasn’t formed by the little, every day arguments from before Pepa was pregnant. Our mountain was the size of Mt. Everest. Piles and piles of arguments and tensions that, with time, were joined with doubts and one or another lie.
It wasn’t a mountain made out of a molehill, we were old enough to know that.
I didn’t respond. I let the conversation finish like that and, leaning against the glass again, I felt Gonzalo’s hand return to my shoulder. Later, Sara looked at me and affectionately caressed my arm, too. I didn’t know what to say or what to do. I just wanted to sleep, and when I woke up, I wanted to find that everything had just been a bad dream, and that the person driving at my side wasn’t a blonde, but a brunette with green eyes.(*)
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/