heaven-sent - Pablo Gavi

32. babies?

Lucia's POV

"Ohh, can we bake cookies for your aunt? I wanna leave a good impression when we go over." After Pablo and I lounged around the house these last two days, he had asked me if I wanted to visit his relatives and explore his hometown before we leave for Málaga. I of course wanted to get to know his extended family better but was also quite nervous, as they seem to be a lot of people.

I also still felt a bit guilty for Pablo having to explain why I wasn't here on Christmas. I didn't want them to think of me as a bad girlfriend.

"Get your little brain to stop worrying! They will love you. My aunt always texted me when a new picture of us was published, and commented with several emojis under it. My little cousins also always ask about you when I'm on a call with them." It made me smile that his family was so eager to meet me, and the nerves slowly disappeared.

Pablo then pulled me in by my arms so that I thumped against his chest.

"Now let's start baking." He said before he kissed my head softly.

Pablo was the master chef when it came to cooking for us, but he wasn't really fond of baking. It was confusing me a bit because baking and cooking are so similar. One is sweet, one is not. If you could cook, you could also bake. But Pablo claimed it was his time to sit back and watch while I was being all pretty. He was being my handyman, handing me bowls, flour, eggs and whatnot. We had a lot of fun, humming along to music and occasionally smearing flour on each other's faces.

My arms became so sore after whisking all the wet ingredients together, so I asked Pablo to do the rest for me.

"Can you continue whisking? My arms hurt." I whined, but Pablo only laughed.

"Not my fault you couldn't find the mixer." I said before he could taunt or tease me.

"I'm barely here, plus, I've never baked in my life! He excused himself and took the whisk to take over. Now it was my turn to sit back and watch.

It's been a few minutes and slowly my eyes would travel more often to his biceps in front of me. The muscle was always flexed, filling out the sleeve of his t-shirt perfectly. Also, he looked so good when he concentrated, clenching his jaw and furrowing his brows while he held the bowl.

I got so distracted by my boyfriend's looks that I didn't even realize he had his cocky smile plastered across his face after he had caught me. Pablo let out a quick laugh, pulling me out of my daydreams and saw him put down the bowl onto the counter. He supported himself with one hand propped up on the counter, knowing exactly what he was doing to me. I just innocently batted my eyelashes at him, even though internally I was screaming. Pablo made me nervous with only his gaze, setting me on fire.

He stepped closer but did not touch me yet. Impatient as I was, my fingers innocently traced patterns along his arms, allowing me to feel the result of the gym work he was putting into his body recently.

His fingers wandered over to my waist, drawing circles on the skin under my shirt. His hands wandered upwards my body, stopping right where my bra was. My eyes fluttered shut and a sigh left my lips as he started placing wet kisses along my neck down to my chest. As much as I liked it and missed his hot touches, the cookies still sat on the counter.

"Pablo, the cookies..." But my hands threw themselves automatically around his neck.

"The cookies can wait. I wanna finish you off first."

I gasped at his words, fingers gripping the roots of his hair as he was kissing me more fiercely. Pablo's lips finally crashed against mine, moving together in a slow, passionate rhythm.