Sun of My Life

Chapter Sixteen

Chiara

After ten minutes of Google Translate with Ximena, I finally told her what I wanted to make for breakfast. I asked her if Antonio and Adrien liked this meal, and when she gave me two thumbs up, I asked her to help me.

Huevos rancheros. I was able to sneak away from Adrien this morning and come down before him. Antonio was still sleeping, so I thought it'd be nice if we all shared a meal. Ximena pulled out all the ingredients, and I helped her dice the vegetables.

I knew this salad since she always made it. Pico de gallo. I memorized it with how many times I'd seen her make it. I tripled the vegetables, so the recipe was enough for whoever joined us.

Ximena began cooking the beans, and I watched her and noted what she did or what spice she added so I could make it alone next time.

After about ten minutes, she removed them and began tasting and adding salt, pepper, and fresh lime juice. She tasted it a few times and then offered me a spoon to taste it.

"Yum." I licked my lips.

She covered it, took out her fresh and homemade salsa jar from the fridge, set it on the counter, and began pulling out more ingredients.

Cilantro, tortillas that she had made fresh, avocado, eggs, and cojita cheese. I sliced the avocado for her, rinsed the cilantro, plucked it into a plate, and grabbed the skillet for the eggs.

"Good morning." I spun around to see Adrien, surprisingly, in his pajamas. "Come here." He demanded before I could even take a second to admire him.

I think I flew to where he was because I felt light when I reached him. "I thought we agreed that neither of us liked waking up alone in that bed." He murmured, his voice sleepy and husky.

"I wanted to make you breakfast."

"That's not a good enough excuse, baby."

"Nosotras estamos haciendo huevos rancheros!" Ximena exclaimed from the kitchen.

(Translation: We are making hueveos rancheros.)

"Mi esposa sabe mejor que los huevos rancheros." Adrien replied and Ximena gasped at his words.

(Translation: My wife tastes better than huevoes rancheros.)

"What did you say to her?" I asked and turned to Ximena to wave my hands at her as if telling her don't listen to him.

"That you taste better than whatever you're making." I smacked his chest, and he had the audacity to laugh. "You do." He said with a shrug.

I left only to be pulled back in for him to kiss me. His hands held my face as he kissed me, bringing me to heaven and back down to Earth when he pulled away.

"Go before I'm tempted to fuck you over the counter."

I squealed and ran back to the kitchen. I heard Antonio's voice, then Héctor and Cruz's, and then Daniel walked inside the kitchen. We had prepared everything and set the plates and toppings on the dining room table.

I placed Antonio's plate in front of him and ruffled his hair before sitting next to him. Adrien moved a chair down to sit next to me, basically shoving Cruz on the ground, and I bit back a laugh.

"I'm not going anywhere."

"Cruz can sit over there with Héctor." He grumbled.

"It's weird. Seeing you in your pajamas. Where's your suit?"

"I'm not heading into work today. I was thinking the three of us go out today."

"Really?" Antonio shouted. "Where, papá?"