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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Tom was two seconds away from passing out.
We have officially arrived at Argentina, we have been waiting at the airport for my parents since they insisted on picking us up. And they have just arrived.
Tom had the kids, holding onto them like they were a shield and emotional support at the same time. The moment I saw the black eight seater SUV park right in front of the automatic doors, I ran over to It.
My dad got out of the car and catches me into one of those big dad hugs, lifting me off the ground with a delighted laugh. The moment he set me on the ground, I was tackled by another hug. My mom wrapped me in such a warm hug, I honestly felt like crying, now realizing how much I missed them.
"My baby! I missed you so much!" She exclaimed with a thick Argentinian accent, giving me one last squeeze before letting go.
"I missed you too, Mami" I smile.
"Buela!" My kids shouted on top of their lungs when they reached us, lifting their arms as they reached for her.
She picked them up eagerly, "Como están los niños más lindos de la abuela?" (How are grandma's cutest grandsons)
Alex grinned brightly at her, "Bien!" (Good)
Nicky was too busy hugging her tightly until his knuckles went white to answer the question. I chuckled at the sight and turned to look at my dad, who was glaring at a now greenish looking Tom.
"Papá, para de asustarlo, si?" I say, rolling my eyes at the glare he's giving him. (Dad, stop scaring him, yeah?)
He turned to me and his eyes softened, "Solo hago mi trabajo como padre" (I'm just doing my job as a dad)
"Right..." I trail off, narrowing my eyes at him before turning to the rest. "This are Gustav, Georg , Sasha, and Bill - Tom's twin brother"
They all shook his hand, then my dad turned to Tom with a raised eyebrow. I smiled and pulled Tom closer, "And this is Tom, everyone meet my dad, Kenzo lynch"
"Nice to meet you, sir" Tom said in a steady voice, reaching to shake my dads hand.
My dad gave him a once over, analyzing him before grabbing Tom's awaiting hand in a firm shake. "Likewise"
"Buelo!" My dad broke their eye contact and handshake to go pay attention to the kids.
I snorted at the breath that left Tom once my dad was gone, "How are you holding up, big guy?"
"I feel like I'm going to pass out" He admits, panting like he'd just ran a marathon.
"He has that effect on people" I shrug, patting his arm.
