Latino Sweet (A Dominik Mysterio Fanfiction)

12 - Mi Familia

One Month Later

Alex's Point of View

I pull into Abuela's driveway and sit there for a moment. I went to the gym this morning and just got back. Normally I would go to the gym with Dominic but not today. About a week ago his ex reached out saying she wanted to talk to him about something and seeing if they could meet in person next time he was near home. He talked to me about it before even answering her. I trust him, I know he loves me so I told him he could talk to her. He really didn't want to but he didn't know if it was important. So, that's where he should be now. It's 10:30, that's when they are supposed to meet. I check my phone to see if I have any messages before going in.

Mami: Abuela and I ran to the store to pick up stuff to make dinner. We should be back by 11.

Alex: Ok Mami. I'm going to clean. Something to distract myself.

Mami: He's a good kid. I'm sure everything will be fine.

Alex: I know. I trust him. I just...don't know what to make of her. The only impression I got was jealous bitch so who knows what she is capable of. I just hope it's something stupid and he'll be here soon. I know she's toxic and he knows it so I just have to wait. But in the meantime I can at least do a load of laundry, wash the glass, wash the sink and clean the shower. You guys are always cleaning, I can do it too. And maybe I'll get lost in my music. It might help.

Mami: Ok Mija, just don't over do it. We love you.

Alex: I love you guys too.

I also have a message from Dom.

Papi: I don't want to go in. It's probably not even important. I'm sure I could just leave.

Princess: No Baby. You can do it. I'll be right here. When you get here I can give you all the hugs and kisses. It's probably something stupid. Might as well get it done and over with so she won't bug you.

Papi: I guess you're right. I'll bring you a coffee on my way back. Te Amo Princesa.

Princess: Te Amo Papi.

I get out of the car and grab my gym bag. I put it in my room and grab my headset. I need to get new ones but these will do the job for now. I start cleaning all the windows in the house. Once I'm done that I clean the bathroom and scrub the tub. While the tub soaks, I clean the sink and do whatever dishes were in there, emptying the dishwasher while I was there. When I'm done doing that I check the time. It's 12:30 pm. I check the driveway just as Mami and Abuela are getting here. I open the front door and go out to help them bring in the groceries. "How was the store?" I ask. "Not too bad, just some traffic. How's your voluntary chores coming?" Mami asks. "Almost done, just need to rinse the shower and take a shower," I say. "You didn't have to clean Mija," Abuela says. "It was either that or drive myself crazy," I say. "Ahh, you get that from me. It'll be ok. I'm sure he's on his way. He has to be anyway, Angie, Rey, and Aaliyah are coming for dinner," She says. "Ok, then if you don't need me, I'm going to go shower." "You do that honey," Mami says. I place the bag that was in my hands on the kitchen table and disappear into my room to grab clothes and my towel.

I go to the bathroom and rinse off the shower and finish cleaning everything. I check my phone and still no texts from Dom. I hook my phone up to the shower speaker and start playing music. I get in the shower and start my routine. I can't help but worry. Dom would normally text me by now. I hope she isn't somehow changing his mind about us or something. I trust him and I know that he knows she is toxic but I still worry. I'm working on it with my therapist. I talked to her yesterday. She told me to trust him and if I get too anxious to write it in my phone notes. She knows I don't like journaling but stuff like this, it might help put things into perspective. I get out of the shower and get dressed in a crop top and black ripped jeans. I blow dry my hair and apply a light amount of makeup. Once I'm done I put my headphones back on and bring my clothes back to my room. My headphones start to beep indicating that they are at twenty percent battery. 'Of course you are dying on me'