𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐎𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧.

The Clouds Of Emotion.

𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐨

"Sure, that's not a problem. I'll drop by after breakfast and we can discuss particulars," I said as I took a seat on the garden bench and stretched my arm along the back of it. "It's no inconvenience, my wife will understand. She knows how important our Mafia is so she won't have any objection. Yes. Alright, see you then."

Hanging up the phone I stuck it in my jacket pocket and went inside. The family had already gathered in the dining room so I took my seat next to Father and pulled my chair in. "Where's Jasmine? Don't tell me she's still asleep."
"No she's making breakfast," Adella said. "I offered to help but she shooed me away."

"I shooed you away because you're a walking disaster in the kitchen," Jasmine suddenly came in through the dining room doors, bearing bowl of steaming hot Arepas. And behind her was Lola, Charlotte and Rosie with the rest of the breakfast.

Stopping behind me she kissed me on my temple. "I woke up to an empty bed again. Where did you go, leaving me all alone?"
"I was taking a call in the garden," I replied. "You were sleeping so peacefully I didn't want to wake you."
"Fine, you're off the hook this time. But next time stay in bed until I'm awake okay? I want your morning voice to be the first thing I hear when I open my eyes. It's so fucking sexy."
I chuckled and kissed her on her hand. "If you think my morning voice is sexy wait until you hear my hangover voice. You'll weep."

Smiling she walked up to the head of the table and kissed Carlos and Sierra on their cheeks. "A pleasant good morning to my two favorite grandparents in the world."
"We're your only grandparents Jasmine," Sierra said.
"All the more reason for you to be my favorite."

After giving them two Arepas each she moved on to Miguel and Juanita, then Enrique and Sofia, moving down the line of people until she came back to us.

"Did you do something different to the huevos pericos Jasmine?" Sabrina asked. "They taste slightly different now than when you made them in Brooklyn."
"That's because I added a dash of hot sauce," she said as she placed one Arepa on each of our plates. "My family loves spicy food. I do too. The pepper brings out every hint of flavor in the food so it's twice as delicious."

The next person she served was Andrès, then Theodore, Xavier, Nancy, Gloria and her brothers, Natalia, Pedro and Tulia.

"Where's the Wicked Witch of the East Wing and her three minions?" Jasmine asked as she placed an Arepa in Tricia's plate.
"They're probably still asleep," Sabrina said.
"Ah. Well when they arrive they can-"

"Umm excuse me," Tricia said. "Did you put flour in these?"
"No, I went outside, grabbed some dirt and kneaded it in a bowl with water and salt," Jasmine told her with a smile.
"There's no need to be sarcastic. A simple yes or no would've sufficed. Did you put flour in this or not?"
"Don't try to lecture me honey, you're not my mother. But to answer your question, yes I did put flour in the Arepas."
"Oh well in that case I can't eat this. Flour has gluten and since I have Celiac I can't consume anything with gluten. Is there any gluten free bread?"
"I don't know, maybe you should go check for yourself."

Pushing back her chair Tricia rose to her feet and stood directly in front of Jasmine. "I know it's asking for a lot but would it kill you to try and be polite when speaking to me?"
"No, but if you don't get the fuck out of my face the only thing getting killed today will be you," Jasmine said icily. "Now, it's either you go into the kitchen and make something else to eat or starve. As long as you stay the hell away from me I don't give a rat's ass what you do or where you go."

Scoffing, Tricia watched as Jasmine sat down next to me and started having her breakfast. Moments later Ivan entered the room with Andriana, Kazimir and CJ. And walking behind them was Miri and Lena.