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What really were the odds? There was no way Estella would bump into her ex in the vast city of Barcelona, right? Wrong. Who knew the turns of the universe would be so undeciphered. An even weirder coincidence was, he was moving into the bungalow right across Estella's.
That morning, when Estella went out on a jog, she noticed that the vacant, two storied bungalow across her condominium were surrounded with a bunch of people from a moving company.
If she was back in L.A, perhaps she would have greeted her neighbour with a cookie jar-it was customary back in her family. Since she was merely on vacation, she decided not to. When she stepped into her condo, the place was filled with the smell of fresh berries and the blaring sound of the blender.
Of course, it was Leticia making something, most probably a smoothie or acai bowl? Lettie had always been a curious individual, so whenever her mom cooked, she'd pick up things and by the age of six, she was a genius! An excellent cook and a very witty individual.
"Qué está haciendo mi bebé? What is my baby doing?" Estella cooed as she walked into the kitchen. "Nothing mamá, solo nos prepara el desayuno. Just preparing breakfast for us." the eight year old replied from the kitchen.
Estella hollered over to her daughter and placed a sweaty kiss on her forehead, "Mamá's going to shower first okay, don't watch Bluey without me, 'kay"
"Okay mamá."
As she hopped into the shower, the doorbell rang momentarily. She had told Lettie to not open the door to strangers but Lettie was never the kid who obeyed by the rules. Estella had no choice but to swiftly shower and get out.
Chuckles and laughter echoed through the living room when she walked in. "I am eight years old." Her daughter's voice sounded with a very familiar voice replying, "Wow, you're old, you're just like mi abuela." Tiny beads of sweat broke out on her forehead as she saw the scene lapse in front of her eyes. Something she was fearing. There sat Carlos Sainz, with his daughter.
"Bebé" she called out, instantly two pair of eyes fixated on her (she was calling out her daughter). However, it also happened to be endearment she called him with before.
