What if Isabela was Antonio's Mother

The Meeting

Isabella (16)
Aaron (16)
Doing my math correctly I think this is the age she would have been when Antonio was born... I think

Ok story starts now

Isabella's pov
I'm running through the woods I feel my dress ripping and getting covered in mud 'good' I think 'that'll show her' "heh" I smirk and laugh a little at my cruelty towards abuela through my tears.

I eventually run to a river I can feel that I reached the very edge of the Encanto. I fall to my knees and sob I pull my now bare knees to my face and lay in the cold wet mud in a fetal position with my hands squeezing my legs and my head in between my knees. I start to uncontrollably sob until I feel someone rubbing my back trying to comfort me.

I don't usually have this kind of interaction so I immediately turned to the mysterious person rubbing my back. It's a boy not like any I've seen before his hair is red like really red, so red I could see it in the dark through the rain and it swooped just out of his face. His pale skin also stood out against the dark almost glowing in the moonlight. He was sitting next to me offering me his arms out for a hug or at least that's what I thought.

I didn't even notice he was shirtless until I pounced on him. I didn't care though as I sobbed into the crook in his neck he just hugged me tighter. I worried when he started to let go, I didn't want him to go but he just picked me up and went to sit on some leaves under a tree so we were somewhat out of the rain. He sat me on his lap and I didn't object as I went to lay my head on his shoulder.

I woke up under a tree with a shirtless boy in the middle of the night probably like 3 in the morning he had one hand holding my waist and one hand resting on my head over my hair. I shifted lightly waking him up. He snapped his head to attention and his grip around me tightened I didn't object as I put one of my arms across his chest grabbed his shoulder and nestled my head up a little to make eye contact with him. He smiled and hugged me a little closer leaning back again.

I don't know why but I couldn't help myself I moved my hand form his shoulder to the side of his face and leaned up a little I watched as he leaned down and I kissed him on the lips quickly he laughed a sweet giggle. I liked his laugh he said "Aaron" I looked up at him with a questioning look in my eyes and he seemed to get what I was asking before I asked it and said "my name, it's Aaron" "oh" I said as I giggled.

He smiled at my laugh and I sighed and smiled back.

Over the next few months he would hear a lot of that giggle and I would see a lot of that smile

We saw each other almost every day when I was done with my chores before dinner.