Baby Blue.

Chapter 22: Donkey

Hi mis amores!

I hope you had an excellent start to the new year.

Today you are blessed with some Baby Blue fluff - but don't worry, the next storms are coming.Have a wonderful 2022!

P.S.: Please remember that this is fiction. I make it all up, hope it fits the characters halfway, and write.

Besitos

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At night I can hardly get a wink of sleep. Daniel has his arms wrapped tightly around me, so I can't just get up either without waking him. I sigh softly and indulge my thoughts.

How can I reassure Lando that my relationship with Daniel will not affect us as siblings? Whereby the biggest problem is rather that I have kept it from him. My heart is pounding and I could punch myself for not bringing all this up sooner. Carlos already said more than two months ago that this would come out. 

However, the fact that I will now have to explain a full blown relationship to my brother is definitely not something that could have been foreseen at the time. Or is it?

Daniel strokes my forearm with his fingers. "Olivia, why are you awake?" He moves his hand to my shoulders and massages them gently.

"Lando said something to me earlier," I murmur, turning onto my back.

"Do I have to pry everything out of you?" He plays with my hair and yawns.

"He asked, and I quote 'Would you promise to tell me about a potential partner in your life?'. And I don't know if he'll ever forgive me for keeping us from him for so long." I put my head back and stare into the darkness.

"It's pretty much the last thing we all expected to happen this year, isn't it?" Daniel sighs. "But he's been keeping something from you too," he then adds.

"That doesn't make it any better, though. We promised not to keep anything from each other. I feel bad. Like I failed as a sister." A tear rolls down my cheek and Daniel pulls me to his chest, stroking my hair.

"Olivia, in my whole life I have never seen such a bond between siblings as I have seen between you and Lando. And I would describe my relationship with Michelle as really good. You didn't fail," he whispers softly. 

"In fact, you only acted in his best interest. If he had known from the beginning that we had something going on, that would probably have been worse than saying now that we were actually going steady," he explains further and I nod.

"Why exactly are you two so super well-matched anyways? How did this happen?" Daniel asks cautiously and I laugh softly.

"You know, when Lando was born, I was six. And six-year-old Olivia liked to play with dolls. When Oliver was born, I wasn't old enough, but with Lando, I got to hold him right when they came home." I sigh.

"And I remember it like it was yesterday, when this tiny baby looked at me... I don't know. I felt responsible. Just like Oliver takes care of Cisca and Flo at home, I'm responsible for making sure Lando has enough support on the road. It's not that Dad and Cisca never took care of their kids, on the contrary, but.... I don't know. I really don't know." I finish my monologue and I see through the darkness that Daniel is smiling.

"You are the most caring person I have ever met in my life, do you actually know that?" He kisses my forehead and I snuggle closer to him. "I'm incredibly proud of what you've achieved so far in your life. Things with Lando will work out, I promise."