Saving Him/Fred Weasley

« A DESTINED ENCOUNTER »

Loud giggles of a little boy filled the silence that enveloped the big patronal house of the García home. With a bright smile and shiny eyes, Gaspar García ran around the dining room, thinking in his innocent mind that he was getting away from the wrap of his parents. Pablo García and his wife María Cruz smiled at each other while pretending they were trying to catch the tiny child. The little lad ducked his head, and ran under the arms of his father, directing his path towards the other end of the room, where his mother awaited him. Looking back at his papá, happily laughing, he didn't notice that his mamá arms were open and ready to receive him. Gaspar kept laughing while María lifted the boy upside down, his tiny legs went to her back, and his head and arms were left hanging from her shoulder from her front.

"Got you!"

"No mamá!" he kept laughing and trying to escape his mother's embrace. "Let me go!" he fought.

"Never" she whispered while carrying him towards the living room and putting him down on the couch, her rapid fingers quickly found their way to the kid's stomach, tickling him.

"No mamá! Stop!" Gaspar kept laughing, an uncontrollable and infectious giggle. Pablo joined the tickles war and grabbed his wife by the waist, his hands and finger going up and down her sides. María fell on the couch beside Gaspar, laughing too, and the boy took the opportunity to help his father, softly pinching his mother's thighs.

The happy family kept enjoying their game, without noticing the young woman that was standing behind the ajar door of the living room, holding a mug of hot tea in her hands. A bright and nostalgic smile on her face and a sparkle of happiness in her blue eyes. Sara García hadn't felt this joyful since too long ago.

"What are you doing?" Amara's whisper startled the young woman. With a little jump, the hot tea spilled over her uncovered arm, burning.

"Shit Amara!" Sara shrieked at her sister and turned around, going back to the kitchen, and putting her burned arm under the water from the sink. "Shit, shit, shit" Sara kept her forearm beneath the water for a few minutes, the cold relieving her pain, and then returned to the living room where some members of her family awaited. Amara smiled sheepishly at her sister.

"Sorry" she said, still a guilty smile on her face.

"Fuck you" Sara responded, not really meaning it, and Amara put a hand on her chest seeming offended.

"Language please" Pablo interfered.

"Sorry, F you" Sara rephrased, and Amara just laughed.

"What does fuck mean papá?"

"Nothing" Pablo replied putting his son on his lap and looking annoyingly at Sara. Now Sara smiled guiltily.

"Sorry" she said again taking a sip from her tea. "Anyway" she kept going looking at her sister "At what time are we supposed to leave?"

"Well," Amara replied looking down at her wristwatch "I have the appointment at 11:30, it's 9:30, let's say in an hour and 15 minutes"

"Isn't 10:45 too early?"

"Nop, I think 30 minutes should be enough to get to the town, but mamá says that there is a little traffic sometimes in the morning, so just in case..."

"Yeah alright"

"Where are you two going?" their brother asked confused while playing with the curls of the boy on his lap. Sara rolled her eyes.

"Amara wants me to go with her to see a seer"

"Hey! Don't roll your eyes at me! You agreed!"

"Yes, because you insisted, I'm not entirely sure it's going to be of any use, but well" she said shrugging her shoulders while looking at her brother "there's nothing to lose".