Tiny Texas Time!

Baby!

(Warning: Texas and Spain have some deep talk. It's nothing extremely bad, seeing that Spain is talking to a toddler, however it might make you feel a bit somber, in a bittersweet way)

Texas woke up to his Abuelo walking in his room with a tray of breakfast.

"Buenos días mi águilito," Spain said. Texas smiled.

"Hellooooooo, is it my birthday?" Texas asked, knowing that's pretty much the only day he was served breakfast in bed.

"No, I just figured I'd give you some breakfast," Spain said.

"Where's papá? Dad? Aunt Maple?" Texas asked, while gnawing on bacon.

"They're at the hospital, your sister arrived last night," Spain said.

"Why are they at the hospital?! Is she hurt?" Texas exclaimed.

"No, no, she's ok... just... um...," Spain said, unsure of how to explain childbirth in a family-friendly way. "She just needed help getting out of the womb," Spain said.

"Ohhh ok! Abuelo? Why don't I remember being a baby?" Texas asked.

"Nobody can," Spain said.

"Oh... thats sad...," Texas said. Spain smiled.

"Well, if you want, I can show you some pictures we have of you when you were a baby," Spain said.

"Really?! Can I see them now?" Texas asked. Spain nodded.

"Finish up breakfast, and I'll bring you some," Abuelo said, turning on the Spanish dub of Encanto on Texas's TV. Yeah, Texas has a TV in his room, but only the grownups know how to navigate it, and they keep the remotes with them, so Texas doesn't accidentally watch mind killing things like cocomelon, 'calling [insert scary thing] at 3 am' videos, or, like what happened to me, Shane Dawson. Dw I luckily missed the terrifyingly explicit stuff and just saw his weird food fase. Man, internet drama from 2019-2020 amiright?

Anyway, Texas was having a nice time, and was watching Mirabel be a good cousin to Antonio. Texas thought it was cute how Antonio clung onto Mirabel's hand when he needed comfort, and how she gave him a cute little stuffed animal when he was nervous. Texas wanted to be the Mirabel to California, except instead of being her cousin he would be her older brother.

Later that day, Texas was sitting on Spains lap, and Spain was sitting on the couch, and they were looking through the pictures of Texas as a baby.

"Papá had a mustache?" Texas asked. Spain laughed.

"Mhm, he shaved it a bit after you were born, he thought it was too tacky," Spain said.

"There's not a lot of pictures of you holding me," Texas said. Spain sighed and nodded. "Abuelo? Don't you get lonely on the farm?" Texas asked.

"I do... but... it's better to be lonely than anxious," Spain said, trying to force a smile. Texas didn't understand why adults would try to pretend to be happy when saying sad things.

"What's anxious?" Texas asked.

"Scared... nervous, kinda.... I just am not good with people," Spain said.

"Oh... but you're good with me! And papá! And dad! And Auntie Maple! And Grampa loves you! I heard him tell you!" Texas exclaimed.

"You heard that?" Spain said, slightly alarmed.

"Mhm, It made me happy. I like that he loves you. I never had a friend say they love me... well, one girl in a daycare said she did but I think she wanted me to be her Prince Charming in her playgroup, and I didn't wanna. Saying 'I love you' doesn't mean you have to kiss... right?" Texas asked.