"When are you going to find a nice boy and settle down?" There it was. Mamá's morning badgering about how I hadn't made any effort to find a boyfriend, much less a husband. I had barely walked into the kitchen to help with breakfast and already I was debating on just going to the small café around the corner instead just so I wouldn't have to hear it again.
"I told you, Mamá. I'm too busy at the shop to worry about some boy." I wipe my hands off on a clean dish towel after cracking some eggs into a bowl and whisking them into a froth. "Besides, what can some boy do for me that I can't already do for myself?" I set the bowl down and move to chop the green peppers. I could feel her eyes burrowing into the back of my skull. Looking over at her, She was giving me the raised eyebrow treatment with her arms crossed over her chest.
"I'm not getting any younger, mí Vida. I want some grandkids."
"Oh, I am so not having this conversation with you this early in the morning." I hold my hand up knowing full well that it wouldn't stop her. I add the peppers to the bowl of scrambled eggs and she flips the arepas she was making with a huff.
"Just because you help me in the shop does not mean you can not go out and find a husband. Your father, Dios lo tenga en su gloria," she crossed her fingers over her heart as she said the prayer, "wouldn't want you to be alone working away the rest of your life." I pour the eggs and peppers out onto the flat surface of the stove top, making sure it didn't spill onto the side my mother was making the arepas on.
"Má, I'm not gonna be alone the rest of my life." The exasperated tone was apparent in my voice as I watch the runny substance take form. "I just haven't met the right man yet." It was a poor excuse, but it was one that had worked well enough until lately. I move the spatula in my hand effortlessly. It was second nature to me by now as I scrape and fold the eggs into fluffy golden chunks. She had been prodding me about finding someone more and more lately. Previously it was just me and Mamá working Papá's tailor shop, so I guessed that was the reason she had never pushed the subject before. However, I had just turned 28 a month ago, and that was when the prodding about a husband started. "Besides, you need my help at the shop. Those skirts aren't going to hem themselves."
"Sí, well, I think you have been working hard enough. You are taking the day off."
"What?! But, Mamá..."
"You know what? You are taking tomorrow off as well?" I scoffed, but I knew that if I tried to fight it she would just add another day, or maybe even the rest of the week. So I did the next best thing, and gave in.
"Fine."
"When you aren't working on the dresses at the shop you are crocheting shawls here at the house. After breakfast, i want you to go into town. Take a walk, dip your feet in the river, do something that isn't working. That's all I ask." I tilt my head toward her with both eyebrows raised, waiting for it. "...and should you meet some nice young man-"
"Yup, there it is." I wave my arms in the air in defeat. "Just promise me you won't be disappointed when I don't bring home some potential husband." She raised her hands and grinned as I pointed the spatula at her, and then used it to plate the eggs for two. She placed a couple of arepas on each plate, my stomach rumbling at the sight of the cheese melting out of the small corn pancakes.
"I don't expect you to immediately bring someone home. I just want you to be happy, Corazón." Her warm hand cupped my cheek.
"Yo también te amo, Mamá." I smile and lean into her palm. "I know."
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The sun warmed my skin as I stepped out of the house. Pepa Madrigal must have been in a good mood for it to be so beautiful out this early. It kinda scared me to think what she could do if she really got mad. She had made a hurricane at her own wedding after all. If she could do that out of just wedding day jitters then what else was she capable of? Could she pin point strike a lightning bolt at someone that pissed her off enough? Pepa was definitely not someone I wanted to be on the lista de mierda of.
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Fanfiction(Bruno Madrigal x f!reader) ⚠️Explicit content⚠️ All Encanto characters are owned by Disney and their creators. All pictures currently used are also not mine. -The man was sitting at the edge of the lake. His brown pant legs were rolled up to his...
