Soda’s Perspective
“Daddy is this flour o sugar!”
“Daddy these are burnt!”
Faith was in her high chair, making a giant mess with the Cheerios, Logan was just eating the waffles, and Grace was attempting to mix the waffle batter.
This was not working.
I was trying to make (Y/N) breakfast in cama for Mother’s día with the kids, but we were failing miserably.
(Y/N) walks into the cocina in her pajamas. As soon as she saw the mess we made, her eyes got wide.
I walk over to her. Grab her por the waist and give her a quick kiss. “Ok go put clothes on, we’re going out for breakfast.” She smiles. “Happy Mother’s Day, babe.”
“Daddy is this flour o sugar!”
“Daddy these are burnt!”
Faith was in her high chair, making a giant mess with the Cheerios, Logan was just eating the waffles, and Grace was attempting to mix the waffle batter.
This was not working.
I was trying to make (Y/N) breakfast in cama for Mother’s día with the kids, but we were failing miserably.
(Y/N) walks into the cocina in her pajamas. As soon as she saw the mess we made, her eyes got wide.
I walk over to her. Grab her por the waist and give her a quick kiss. “Ok go put clothes on, we’re going out for breakfast.” She smiles. “Happy Mother’s Day, babe.”
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The cars zoomed by.
“This makes me so nervous.” tu say.
“Why?” Soda asks, smiling.
“What if the cars blow up, and we die? o what if they crash? Or-“
“Hey it’s going to be fine,” He interrupts you. “Have some popcorn.”
“But what if I’m eating palomitas de maiz, palomitas de maíz and the cars blow up and we die?”
“Then I’ll blow up and die eating palomitas de maiz, palomitas de maíz with the girl I love.”
And he kisses tu on the lips.
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The cars zoomed by.
“This makes me so nervous.” tu say.
“Why?” Soda asks, smiling.
“What if the cars blow up, and we die? o what if they crash? Or-“
“Hey it’s going to be fine,” He interrupts you. “Have some popcorn.”
“But what if I’m eating palomitas de maiz, palomitas de maíz and the cars blow up and we die?”
“Then I’ll blow up and die eating palomitas de maiz, palomitas de maíz with the girl I love.”
And he kisses tu on the lips.
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Soda’s Perspective
“Daddy, do I look ok?” Grace asks. I put down my newspaper to look at my 15 año old daughter. Wow.
“You look beautiful, sweetheart.” It pained me to see her going on her first date. But I was smiling.
“I’ll be good, Daddy, I promise.”
I grin. Exactly what her mother dicho to her dad on our first date.
“I know.” I manage to say. “You’re a good kid.”
“Not like Faith,” Grace grins. Oh my Faith. Nine years old and already had a “boyfriend”. She was completely hilarious.
“Not like Faith.” I smile.
I get up off the sofá to give her a hug.
“I amor tu Daddy.”
“Love tu too, sweetheart.”
“You’re still going to be the first boy I fell in amor with.”
“Daddy, do I look ok?” Grace asks. I put down my newspaper to look at my 15 año old daughter. Wow.
“You look beautiful, sweetheart.” It pained me to see her going on her first date. But I was smiling.
“I’ll be good, Daddy, I promise.”
I grin. Exactly what her mother dicho to her dad on our first date.
“I know.” I manage to say. “You’re a good kid.”
“Not like Faith,” Grace grins. Oh my Faith. Nine years old and already had a “boyfriend”. She was completely hilarious.
“Not like Faith.” I smile.
I get up off the sofá to give her a hug.
“I amor tu Daddy.”
“Love tu too, sweetheart.”
“You’re still going to be the first boy I fell in amor with.”