A/N: What's said in Spanish will be in italics and what's said in Italian will have a (*)
Mariana was up and ready the next morning. She was dressed for work in a black pencil skirt, a white shirt, and a black blazer 1and tied her hair into a neat bun. She picked up her heart necklace, which rested on her chest, and gave it a little kiss, just like she did every morning.
She did her makeup, a wing eyeliner like she wanted to sail through the skies as a free bird, and red lipstick that she was starting to like the past few weeks.
Since Axel was with Micah, she went to Elisa's room to wake her up.
She opened her door, which had flower stickers. She peeked inside, and Elisa was sprawled out across her bed like a starfish, snoozing away with her tiny tummy like a balloon.
She quietly crept in and then shook her gently to wake her up. Elisa let out a low groan that resembled a growl. Her eyes slowly opened, and her limbs shook and vibrated, waking up themselves. She rubbed one eye as she stared in confusion at Mariana.
"*Hello my baby, are you okay now?" She asked in Italian. She would usually speak this to their kids while Micah spoke Spanish and when they were together, English.
"*Yeah..." Elisa yawned in response and got off the bed.
"*Aw I'm glad. I know you didn't want to go bed last night. You just wanted to play with mommy and daddy right?"
"Mhm." She nodded and sulked a little.
"*Aw I understand." Mariana bent down and planted a kiss on her forehead. "*If you want to play a little more, then you're free to ask without yelling. Mommy and daddy don't like it when you start yelling, it's not a good way to talk to us."
"*Sorry for yelling mama," Elisa said.
"*I forgive you my baby, I love you." Mariana opened her arms out like wings. "Can Mommy give you a hug?"
Elisa fell into those warm, welcoming arms. Mariana slowly enclosed her in and hugged her tight. She loved being a mother, even though it came with hardships, like dealing with temper tantrums, but when the fire is gone, and things became sweet again, that was what she loved the most.
"*Come, let's get you ready." Mariana stood up and drew out her hand for her girl to take.
"*Okay!" Elisa slapped her hand in, and Mariana lifted her to her table. Mariana examined her twists and they still looked well- intact, but she still got the refresher spray and spritzed it all over to give it a little shine and moisture.
Elisa just stared bored at the mirror. Tiredness soaked into her eyes as she rested her head against her knuckles. She let out a yawn as Mariana got one twist, pulled it down, and released it.
She watched it bounce back like it was spring. Her curls were so much tighter than her own and thicker. But with help from Micah, some YouTube videos, and advice from Crystal and his sisters, she soon got the hang of it. After a bunch of trial and error.
Mariana put a gold headband on her head and kissed her forehead. "*You know mommy loves you right?"
"*Love you too." Elisa mumbled, her head slipping down her arms as she almost fell asleep.
"*But I love you more."
"*No! Love you more!" Elisa said with determination and thumped her knuckle down like she was a judge.
Mariana chuckled as she finished touching up her hair. She squeezed her face and kissed it affectionately, making her squeal. "*I love you more."
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