Emory Lynch is tired, she is tired and she's craving ice cream. That's the only thing in her mind when she ends up at a store in Hamburg at three in the morning, not knowing a word of German. To her luck, she wasn't the only one in the store. A myst...
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I stood from the couch with Nicky in my arms, and faced my brother. "Ándate a la cocina, déjame te explico allá " (let's go to the kitchen, I'll explain over there)
He didn't say a word, just dropped down his stuff and walked to the kitchen. I looked down at Nicky and but my lip, he can't hear this.
"Want to play with your papi, little star?" I ask him, kissing his cheek.
He nods rapidly and I walk over to Tom, "Can you hold him while I go talk to my brother?"
When tom gives me a nod, I sit Nicky on his lap and he secures his arms around him. Nicky starts playing with his braids and I walk away, to the battle awaiting for me.
I enter the kitchen and Hilary leaves immediately, not wanting to get pulled into the conversation. My brother is leaning against the counter with his arms cross.
"Is that who I think it is?" He asks, eyebrows raised
"Yes, let me explain this whole thing" I replied.
And I did, I explained the whole thing from me waking the twins up to the moment he walked through the door. By the time I was done, Damian was looking at me like I was insane.
"Y vos vas a dejar que los nenes se encariñen con ese extraño!?" He asked, raising his voice. (And you're going to let the babies get attached to that stranger)
"No es un extraño, Damián!" I exclaimed, my temper rising "Es su papá! Y el tiene derecho a conocerlos, al igual que ellos a el!" (He's not a stranger, Damian! He's their father and he has the right to know them as well as them getting to know him too)
"Pero no te das cuenta de la reputación de ese tipo!?" He yelled, pointing angrily in the living rooms direction. "Anda por ahí chapándose a toda mina que se le atraviese, de fiesta en fiesta! Cómo crees que un pibe así pueda ser un papá responsable!?"
(Do you not notice his reputation? He goes around from woman to woman, from party to party! How do you think a guy like that can be a responsible dad!?)
"No hables de el como si lo conoces, vos y yo bien sabemos que la prensa inventa muchas pavadas de la gente" I reply, looking at him defiantly. He's really set on pissing me off.
(Don't talk about him as if you know him, you and I both know that the media makes up a lot of lies about people)
He crosses his arms, "Y las giras que? Cómo van a hacer cuando el se tenga que ir a recorrer el mundo? Vos de verdad piensas que esto es lo mejor para los niños?"
