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It was definitely safe to say that I'd scared Paisley away. Or my family did, anyway.
In the car on our way to McDonald's, we were perfectly fine. But I guess when I was ordering our food, it finally hit her about what's happened. As soon as we got home, she darted inside the house. Then when I went up to her room, the door was locked. And so was the door to my bathroom, so I had no way to get in.
Even through New Years, she managed to avoid me. It was the weekend before our first day back at school and I was dreading it to say the least. Now that Mrs. Garner's car had been stuck in the shop for about a week, that would mean I'd be driving Paisley to school if her friends couldn't.
"Good morning." I yawned, moving around the counter to wrap my arms around my mom. She smiled and leaned into me, instructing dad to do certain things to the food he was making.
"Buenos dias, baby."
"Mama!" Noah whined. We both looked at him. "Quiero brazos también!"
Mom looked at me and we both laughed. I went around the counter and picked him up from one of the stools, resting him on my hip. I grabbed his one of his arms and wiggled it a little.
"These are brazos, Noah. So you already have brazos, arms. But hug is ah-brazos. Say it again, yeah?"
"Quiero ah... abrazos tambien." He stumbled over his words a little and I smiled nodding. I pressed my lips to his cheek. "Good job!" I praised.
He giggled, kissing my cheek. I kissed his cheek back harder and then he tried kissing my cheek harder again. I began showering his face with kisses as he tried pushing me away as he giggled.
When I stopped, I set him down on the counter in front of me as I took a seat on a stool, holding his little thighs lightly just in case he falls or something.
"You have to translate what I say okay? Like if I say something in Spanish you have to tell me what I said in English."
He nodded in agreement, pushing his hair out of his face with the back of his little hand.
"Como estas, Noah?"
"How are you, me."
I laughed, nodding."Quieres mirar My Little Pony?"
That one was purely to mess with him.
His face lit up and he jumped up and down in his spot, bobbing his head excitedly. "Si quiero! Si quiero!"
"No puedes, sorry. You didn't translate it." I shook my head, feigning disappointment. I picked him up and put him down so he could have a fit on the floor.
"You said if I wanna watch ponies! Can I?" He turned to look at mom. "Can I, mama? I pwomise I eat allll my bweakfast!"
Mom made little kiss noises at him. "Of course, baby. Don't listen to Kamden."
