Chapter 35

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Eliana

We are walking around the graveyard.

After the service ended and Mr. Smith was buried, Fynn wanted to get some air alone.

The sun is shining on this sad day.

Almost everyone was wearing black sunglasses.

I hold Fynns arm as we walk in silence.

We reach the grave of his grandfather again.

His abuela is standing there.

"Hola abuela", Fynn says.

"Mi niño", she hugs his neck and kisses his cheek.

She lets go of him, looking at me, "mi niña"

She holds my head and kisses both my cheeks.

"Service was beautiful, abuela", I smile softly.

I called her Mrs. Smith when we first met and she insisted that I call her 'abuela'.

She smiles, "it was."

She strokes my little bump, "how far along are you?"

"12 weeks", I smile.

She grabs Fynns chin, "why didn't you say anything?"

"We wanted to surprise you all."

"Well it was a surprise indeed today", she says.

He smiles down at me.

"We'll have lunch at home with the family", she tells me.

"We'll be there."

She holds my hands.

"Mi niña, you become more beautiful with every time I see you", her fingers hold my chin up.

"Because your grandson takes such good care of me."

She looks at Fynn, "he better. Cuídala bien."

"Por supesto, abuela. La amo."

"Muy bien. I'll see you at the house."

I smile as she walks away.

"What were you talking about, niño."

He chuckles, wrapping his arms around my waist, "family stuff."

I lift one eyebrow, "uh-huh."

He pecks my forehead, "come on, let's go."

He pulls over to the house and looks at me.

"What's wrong—"

He cups my cheeks and leans forward to kiss me.

His thumb caresses my cheek as he deepens the kiss.

His lips feel so soft against mine.

I moan quietly as he opens his mouth.

He lets go of me, kissing my lips once again.

I swallow.

He smirks.

My cheeks are flushed.

"Let's go", he smiles.

He helps me out of the car.

I hold my little belly.

The bump is more visible since my black dress is a bit tighter around the upper body and stomach.

I tighten my lower ponytail before we begin to walk to the door.

"Hola pequeños", abuela hugs me and then Fynn.

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