𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐄, pedri gonzález

𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙛𝙞𝙛𝙩𝙮 𝙚𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩, pedri

❝ i'm pretty when i cry. ❞
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Watching Olive and her brother cook is actually just like an entertainment show. He wants to help, she doesn't need it but doesn't want to upset him.

Isabel abandoned them about twenty minutes ago, giving up. All that girl knows to cook is pasta anyways. Not complaining though, that pasta carried us our whole childhoods and it's actually really good.

I sit on the island of the kitchen, watching the two siblings. Paul's so short I had to get him a chair to stand up on. He takes after his sister.

"Ya rabeh, Paul. Khalas! Khale el sekin 3a janab! (Oh my God, Paul. Stop it! Leave the knife alone!)" She yells at him and I don't understand a thing. She's exhausted and on the verge of breaking down and kill her little brother.

When Olive's mad, Olive speaks Arabic. "Ma khalas! Ana kbir! Mam bet khaline os akle! (Come on! I'm big now! Mom lets me cut my own food now!)" He seems to be nagging as she steals a knife away from him.

I think it's finally time I come in and take action before Olive's crazy button turns on. Standing up, I head towards the two of them.

"Hey, Paul, how about you and I go and play some video games and we'll come back and eat when Livy's done?" I look down at the little guy, caressing the back of his head.

"But doesn't she need help?" He's so innocent and cute, he's such a sweet little boy.

"Don't worry about her, she's a very independent woman." I reassure him, taking a glance at Olive. She's already looking at me, gratefulness written all over her face for my interruption.

The little guy turns to look at his big sister. "Is it okay?" He asks before leaving, he's been raised pretty well. Olive smiles looking down at him and nods her head yes. "Yay! Let's go!" He squeals, running towards the living room where my play station is set up.

Man, that kid runs all the time. And he's always really, relatively, fast. I chuckle before walking behind him, following him out.

Liv stops me first. "Thank you." She mouthes, before going back to cutting up the onions. She's not tearing up at their cutting. Even the stupid onions are afraid of her.

"Anytime, aceituna." I smile softly before heading out behind Paul so the two of us and probably Pablo too, play together. Or against each other, whatever...

Her dimples appear, as she offers me a smile. I think I start blushing slightly. She passes by me to get something from the fridge but leaves a quick kiss on my cheek first before continuing to it.

I definitely blush now, walking out, a huge grin on my cheeks. Joining Gavi and Paul in the living room, Pablo notices my entrance first.

"What's wrong with your face?" He asks, referring to the fact that I've completely fallen head over heels under Olive's charm.

"Nothing." I dismiss, sitting next to Paul on the couch who's turned on the Play Station.

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The five of us sit at the kitchen island, enjoying the dinner Olive made for us. I have no idea what's its name is, but it tastes like heaven. Not to compare with Olive's taste, but food wise it's amazing.