𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐘, 𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐘| Miguel Diaz [COMPLETED UNTIL SEASON 6 PART 3]

𝒙𝒙𝒊𝒗. come home, bubblegum

chapter twenty-three:
❛ come home, bubblegum ❜

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Arizona and Diego pulled up to their Abuela's small, sun-warmed house, nestled in a quiet neighborhood, with the weight of everything that had happened pressing down on their shoulders. The drive had been long, each mile taking them further from the chaos at home, but it had given them too much time to think. Diego hadn't spoken much the entire trip, and Arizona could feel the tension radiating off him as they parked and got out of the car.

She glanced at her younger brother, his face pale and tired, clutching his backpack as if it held something precious. Arizona reached out, gently taking his hand in hers, and they stood there for a moment, just breathing, before making their way up the familiar path to their Abuela's front door.

Arizona could already smell the faint, comforting aroma of her Abuela's cooking drifting through the air. The scent of frijoles simmering, tortillas warming on the comal, and the unmistakable spices of her Abuela's famous homemade salsas. For a fleeting second, the smell brought her back to her childhood—back when things were easier, when their lives were full of laughter, not fear.

She knocked softly, the sound barely audible. But before they could even prepare themselves, the door flew open, and their Abuela appeared, her face lighting up with joy.

"¡Mis niños!" she exclaimed, dropping a kitchen towel onto the floor as she rushed towards them. Her voice was filled with excitement, her eyes shining as she opened her arms wide. "¡Dios mío, no lo puedo creer! ¡Miren cómo han crecido!"

("My children! My God, I can't believe it! Look how much you've grown!")

Her Abuela's hands found Arizona's face first, cupping her cheeks with warmth and tenderness, pulling her close to plant several kisses on her forehead and cheeks. Arizona felt the familiar press of her Abuela's soft lips, the smell of her rosewater perfume, and it all hit her—how long it had been, how much she had missed her.

"¡Tan hermosa, mi niña, y tan alta! ¿Cuántos años han pasado? ¡No te he visto en siglos!"

("So beautiful, my girl, and so tall! How many years has it been? I haven't seen you in ages!")

Arizona forced a smile, her lips trembling, trying to hold it together. She hadn't realized how much she needed to be here until this very moment. Her Abuela turned to Diego next, her smile even brighter.