Hi guys!! This story is inspired by Colombians infamous "drug lord" Pablo Escobar. This story will also be a bitttt inspired by a Netflix series called the "Narcos" but It won't be following the exact story line as in you see in the series. This is...
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——————— Pablos pov: ——————— Baby fever has been making Isabella go crazy lately, she's been reading magazines and articles. She crazy about wanting to be a mother.
Today I want to go to her parents house to ask for their blessing so I can marry her. It's time for me to marry her, I can't wait any longer.
I wake up to the sun light hitting me directly on the face, I groan a bit and look down at Isabella and see her snuggling into my chest. It makes me smile, she looks so beautiful sleeping.
I slowly get up since I don't want to wake her up from her beauty sleep,i hop into the shower and do my usual routine.
Today I want to shave since I want to look presentable to Isabella's parents. I throw on some black jeans and a polo shirt. I spray on my favorite perfume and throw on my promise ring and look back at Isabella sleeping so peacefully.
She is wearing a silk gown and her shoulder is exposed. Her skin looks so soft and shiny. Her hair is perfectly messy and it's draped over one of her eyes. I walk up to her and bend over her.
I inhale her sweet scents and I caress her hair, she's breathing small puffs of air towards me, it's so cute to see her like this. She must be really tired from last night.
I finally kiss her head and get up and downstairs to where the maids are. I give them simple instructions to wake up Isabella and bring her breakfast to bed.
They all nod at my orders and I call the boys over to the garage as all of them get into black cars while I get into a red one.
We stop at a plaza on the way to Isabella's house to get her parents gifts and some sweet treats since we don't what to show up empty handed.
I hand all the boys some money to get her parents whatever they think they might like. Anhour passes and we finally get back into to car with all the gifts and head to her parents.
We park outside and knock at the door. Her mom opens quickly and when she sees me she almost cries, I smile at her and extends my arms so she can hug me, I understand why she is sad. I mean we haven't seen eachother in almost 4 years.
"Ai pablito mi hijo cómo está? Y la niña adonde está?" She asks me, I respond to all her questions and she finally lets me inside the house. We go upstairs and the boys hand her the gifts and she gives us her thanks.
She starts preparing coffee for us to drink. I start walking around the house and memories flood like crazy to me. Almost 5 years ago in this house was when I shared my first kiss with the one and only Isabella.
