Chapter Thirty-Two

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Two hours had passed, and Maya still hasn't come back.

"What if somethings wrong? What if she got in an accident?" You said pacing the floor.
"She's fine. She just needed to cool down. It's getting late, why don't I take Katie in the spare bedroom with me so she can sleep."
"Andy I couldn't ask-"
"You didn't ask. I'm offering. This way you can stay up and wait for her."
"Thank you Andy. I don't know what I'd do without you." You gave her a tight hug.
"No problem. Say Goodnight mommy!" She whispered as she picked up your daughter.

*One hour later*

You were sitting on the couch, playing with your fingers. Maya still hadn't came home.

You heard keys jingle, and the front door unlock.
You quickly got up, and went to stand in the hallway.
Maya opened the door, and sighed when she saw you.
"I thought you'd be in bed." She said.
"I almost was. But I thought you'd need-"
"I don't need anything except space."

"Okay. I can see that you're pushing me away. And I wanna give you space."
"The give me space!"
"I understand you're going through a lot and I started a fight, and I'm trying not to be mad at you but-"
She quickly walked towards the bedroom.
"Well I just fucked that Doctor from the hospital an hour ago, so go be mad at that." She slammed the bedroom door.

You felt the tears roll down your face as you gasped.
You put your head in your hands, and bawled.

Andy peeked her head out of the guest room.
"Mejor amiga, ven aquí." She said softly. (Best friend, come here.)
You quickly walked over to her, and she held you in her arms as you cried.
"Come on. Sleep in here with me and Katie tonight." She told you.

You nodded and got into bed with her.
"Andrea, no me lo puedo creer." You muttered into your pillow. (Andrea, I can't believe it.)

"I know sweetie. I know." She whispered as she rubbed your back.
"Can we stay at your house for a couple of days? Please? I'll pay rent and everything."
"Sì. Of course. No hace falta pagar el alquiler. Te tengo." (No need to pay rent. I got you.)

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