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I pour some orange juice in a glass before setting it on the tray and picking it up, while I wait for Abby's shower to stop running I made abuela breakfast.

I walk up the stairs quickly and push open the door to see Nico checking her temperature as she glares at him, "they're bad for you" she grits and he rolls his eyes.

"They're also his first love" I state, making my presence known and Goose sits up before running up to me as I place the tray on her night table.

I smile and lean down to pet my dog, he starts licking my face, placing kisses all over me and I chuckle. "Someone missed me" I grin and Goose barks.

"He's like this when you get out of the shower, humble yourself" Abuela mutters before coughing once and she groans.

I sigh, she's right. "Why is the dying process so fucking slow?" she curses holding her forehead and I ignore her.

I make eye contact with Nico and his expression is the same as mine, we both know she's dying-hurting right now but we can't seem to accept the fact that the woman that raised us is going to be gone soon.

I flick his forehead before sitting beside him telling him we should treasure the time we have with her instead of acting all depressed.

But you are depressed...

I was, I'm not now mother fucker.

"So how was the dinner? Tell Ivy I would have made it but two assholes didn't let me" she grins at us weakly and Nico lets out a small chuckle before moving to the other side of the bed, he sits beside her and places his head on her shoulder.

"It was fun" I shrug, picking up the juice and handing it to her.

She takes it into her shaky hand and slaps my hand when I go to help her.

"So, have you apologised to Abby yet?" she asks before taking a sip of her juice and I sigh, she made me promise to say sorry about being a jerk to Abby.

I mean, she thinks me being like a cold jerk is all her fault but she's wrong.

A few hours after her flight left and I was planning to fly over to her in New York my doorbell rang, then all I could hear were gunshots. Both mine and Nico's first instinct was to make sure Abuela and Goose were alright but when I went to go find Goose he wasn't in my room.

Then we heard shouting from downstairs and I saw people I never thought I'd see again, my parents who I thought died in a house fire were holding a gun to Goose who was crying on the floor with his paws over his eyes.

The poor dog was shaking in fear.

Blood from other people was covering his fur, I begged for my 'parents' to let him go but they didn't.

They forced me to make all my men stand down, they were there because they ran out of money so the first thought that came to the heads of these horrible parents was to blackmail the son they left to be alone at the age of 7 for money.

I could care less about the money and handed them a signed check for 1 million with another 4 million in cash.

But then they made me sit there, listening to why they left me to torture me even more. They left because I was a mistake. They were tired of their own son so they acted like their house was burnt and ran.

I still have a burn scar from that fire, 7 year old me was breaking down piece by piece. Every time someone asked what my parents did, or where they were, I always got good grades and went to the graves I thought were theirs and sat there. For hours.

They said I was the worst thing to ever happen to them, that I was what almost drove them apart and broke their relationship. They told me that I'd ruin everything and everyone I love, that any girl that comes close to me will fucking burn.

I could never let mi vida hurt because of me, but when I see how much my words affect her I feel like wrapping my arms around her and begging her to take me back.

The day we slept together, I heard her crying but I didn't go in and help her. I knew of her anxiety and fear of relationships, and I still didn't sit there and try to explain we could work. Instead, my fear drove me away and I ran out of there.

I left her naked in a hotel room under the names Mr and Mrs Morales all alone, I didn't even know how she fucking got home that day.

I just left, ruined it like they said I would.

"He's definitely day dreaming-pendejo!" Abuela's call for me brings me out of my thoughts, I see my vision blurred and my eyes are glossy. I clear my throat and give her a small smile as I blink the tears away.

"What's on your mind" she asks, putting her hand over mine softly and I smile, "that if your food gets cold I won't warm it for you" I say and quickly move when she goes to slap my arm.

"This is why I call you pendejo" she mutters as Nico reaches for the tray and puts it on her lap, "go away both of you" she pulls Nico's ear and his eyes widen.

"Dios mío abuela, vale" Nico curses under his breath and she lets go of his ear before putting Goose as I walk out with a small head shake letting Goose follow.

[my god abuela, okay]

He needs a bath anyway.

The second I close Abuela's room door Nico pulls out a joint, I sigh and he brings out a lighter he casually carries in his pocket, he's obsessed with fire and it's weird.

"You're right, my one and only love" he groans wrapping his lips around the small cigarette and I smack the back of his head.

"Go outside, there is a pregnant woman in the house" I glare at him and his eyes widen before he instantly throws the joint to the floor like he just remembered and steps on it, there go my white marble tiles.

I still can't believe she's pregnant-more that Ares is going to be a fucking dad.

"Fuck I forgot, you don't think it'll effect my niece right?" he asks panicking and I raise an eyebrow when he assumes the gender, no one knows the gender yet.

"Call it uncle's instinct, and I really want to beat up boys when they look at the princess" he smirks, the corner of my lip tilting up too thinking of that if it was a girl how many of her uncles would be over protective of her.

"Go outside and smoke" I shake the topic, more than excited to learn the gender of the baby being born into the crazy family.

He turns around with a salut and walks the other way, I walk down the stairs with Goose following. "There's a crushed cigarette on the ground down there, clean it" I order a guard and he quickly nods running off and when he's out of sight I fucking snort.

It's funny how scared people are of me.

I walk into the kitchen and see her sitting on the stool, her beautiful blond hair I'm obsessed with wet from her shower and a small white tank top she wears is getting slightly wet at the back from her hair. Her bottom's are a pair of simple denim blue shorts.

I watch as she twirls a strand of her hair around her finger nodding her head to the song that plays on her headphones as she scrolls through her phone.

"Morning" I'm the first to greet her and she looks up, a small smile spreading over her plump pink lips as she pulls out an airpod.

"Goose!" She squeals, ignoring my 'morning' and I roll my eyes when she kneels in front of the dog who is barking and kissing her face.

I glare at my own dog

She wraps her arms around the attention whore and hugs him close to her, "if you love him so much, want to give him a bath?" I cross my arms leaning against the counter top, it is a whole mission to bath that fucker.

She grins at me, showing her perfect white teeth and nods and my eyebrows furrow. I was being sarcastic but fine I guess.

"Pancakes or eggs?" I ask and she looks at me with a look.

I ignore the look and turn back, she finds eggs boring at breakfast so she always chooses the other option. Her reasoning; that you can add so many varieties of things on pancakes and make them taste different every time.

I quickly make her breakfast and cut up some fruits for the pancakes before setting it in front of her. She finishes pouring Goose's food in his bowl sitting on the bar stool.

"I love pancakes-" she stuffs the food in her mouth and I almost smile, she's eating.

"-Thank you" she groans, closing her eyes at the taste of my cooking. I'm such a good chef, ask literally anyone in this house.

They pay me to cook sometimes.

I watch with a sigh as Goose pushes the bowl of his food with his head towards Abby, he doesn't stop until his bowl is right beside her chair and he sits down starting to eat his food.

I can't believe he loves her this much all because of a picture he found as my bookmark.

"Did you eat?" she asks and I nod, I ate as I was making abuela her food because I don't mind eggs for breakfast.

Turning around and grabbing some blueberries when I feel bad once Goose has finished his food, I walk to him before sitting on the floor beside him and putting my blueberry filled hand out.

"Look at that, he has a heart" Abby mutters under her breath and I scoff, says the cold blooded one.

"Goose, be a good boy" Abby scolds the dog and he freezes when she puts out her finger pointing for him to stay in the bathtub as I fill the water.

My eyes widen, he actually listened to her but almost ate me alive when I said that?

Asshole.

I watch as she gets on her knees and bends over the ledge of the bathtub grabbing the doggie soap, my eyes snap to her fucking ass.

God I love her ass, and her tits-fuck she has nice tits. I wonder if my bite mark is still on her ass cheek...

She looks over her shoulder about to say something but freezes when she sees where my eyes are, her hazel eyes narrow at me and I put my hands into the pockets of my grey sweat before shrugging.

"Aren't you going to help?" she asks and I look between her and my dog who's getting her soaked with the water he's throwing on her.

Her white tank top slowly becomes transparent showing me the pink bra she has under, I sigh when she glares at me to help her.

I grab the ends of my shirt and pull it off, I am not getting it wet and letting it be annoying and stick to me.

Her eyes snap to my naked torso and I smirk walking towards her and kneeling down beside her, my hand sliding down the side of her torso as her eyes meet mine. My hand grabs the bottom of her shorts before I yank them down a bit to cover her ass.

Her cheeks go pink at the action, and my next one only makes her eyes widen. I lightly tap her ass before grabbing the doggie soap.

I pour some onto my hands before going to rub it on Goose, "help me now" I taunt her, she clears her throat and mumbles something in Spanish that I couldn't quite make out.

As we bathe Goose I keep 'accidentally' touching her hand and sometimes I even hold her hand telling her where to pour the water. I loved watching how her cheeks would go red by even the slightest touch from me.

At the end, we finish drying Goose off only for him to run off when Ivy's call for him echoes through the house.

Leaving me leaning against the bathroom counter and my arms crossed over my chest, we both know how wet her shirt is and how I can see every little detail of her tiny lace bra.

"Pink does look good on you"

Her eyes snap to me before she glares at me even though her cheeks are burning red, "close your eyes" she snaps crossing her arms trying to hide herself from me.

"You know what, never mind" she murmurs before grabbing the hem of her white tank top and pulling it over her head.

I don't even bother to hide how my eyes find her breasts, seeing her perky nipples poke through her bra and the slight rub of her thighs, even her bra is seen through hiding nothing from me.

She walks over to where I threw my shirt on the ground and picks it up, pulling it on before she crosses her arms this time looking at the mess around the bathtub.

"I hope you know that I am not cleaning that." She states looking at all the water covering the ground and I hum, she is still blushing and it makes me smirk.

"Come here"

Her eyes snap to mine and her eyebrows furrow, she goes to talk but before she could I do. "Don't make me repeat myself, Ximena"

Her hands lightly grab the hem of my t-shirt that hangs on her thighs as she slowly walks towards me until she's standing right in front of me.

Looking up at me, I lean down a bit before spreading my legs and pulling her between them. I hear a surprised gasp leave her throat before her hands rest low on my hips.

I know she's wet, I know that she loves how my eyes were on her the second we were alone. I know she wants my lips on her.

My lips graze her temple, "if I were to slip my hand in your little shorts, how wet would I find you, mi vida" her thighs only slam shut and her breath hitches as she rubs her thighs together.

I feel her hands slide up to the sides of my torso before she leans up against me, placing a kiss on my temple before she says "why don't you check?"

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