Jorge & Martina [The American Dream]

Be Alright

"So that's when I said 'no, dear, you should stop it'", Candelaria finishes as we all were laughing.

"Didn't she say anything back?", I ask, referring to the rude model she was once styling for a photoshoot. Her red curls swing side to side as she shakes her head, "No, she was caught off guard by my response to even dare word vomit all over me again."

"Now you know, Rugge, unless you want to be humiliated you do right to know when it's time to give up the fight", Jorge says as we chuckle. "Yeah, if we fight that will say. Right now it just feels so...perfect."

He bends over and kisses her cheek as I smile, I am thrilled she's found someone worthy of her. Someone that you can tell just by their irises, that they will care for you forever.

"Well, excuse me; I'm just going to bring our suitcases from the car", my husband suddenly says as we had been convinced to stay the night here. He slowly lets his arm fall from my shoulders where we sit; having finished our dinner a couple of hours ago as Ruggero stands up and starts to take care of the dishes. I too stand up but he just holds his hand up, "Thank you, but I think you much rather would like to chat with each other."

I smile as Cande sighs when he leaves the dining room. "Isn't he great? Ah, who knew I would meet someone like him here?"

"Life is full of surprises", I say as she agrees.

"So you stayed at a hotel before you got here?"

"Yeah, but when we got there I fell asleep in the lobby so Jorge carried me up to the suite..."

"My god, he's such a gentleman."

I nod as I smile, "Well the morning after I threw a mini yet very embarrassing concert in the shower while two off the staff were in our room and later I found out they had heard everything. The bar owner was very excited because he'd lost his original entertainment for that night so he begged me to be his backup."

"What? I didn't know you could sing!"

"And you're not going to know now either because I refuse to sing here", I say with a giggle as she rolls her eyes, "Well how was it? Or didn't you...?"

"Yeah and it was wonderful. But...later the owner said that he liked me so much to be his employee for the rest of the semester and Jorge didn't like it very much..."

She frowns as I begin to retell our fight and when he apologized, her lips form a small 'o' by the time I finish as she shakes her head. "I can't believe he said that, after all you've been through..."

"I know, but I forgave him. When he came to me, Cande and I saw in his eyes that his heart was filled with remorse I had to. I know he didn't mean it, he just loves me so much he thinks he will lose me."

"That's crazy."

I nod as I look at the clock, "Speaking of, where is he?"

"Wasn't he going out to get your things?"

"Yeah, but it's been ten minutes already. I'll go and help him."

Quickly and curiously I walk outside and find him steady himself against the car with a pained expression on his face. I hurry over and place my hands worriedly on his arm, "Jorge? Are you alright, love? What happened?"

"I'm...I'm feeling a bit dizzy", he says and I frown, looking at his cut above his eyebrow. "You must have hit a nerve when we almost ran over the deer. We need to get you to a bed", I say and stroke his forehead before I stand on my tip-toes to kiss it. He smiles slightly as I place my arm around his back to support him but he almost immediately stops when we've taken a few steps. My lips part as he lets go of me and sits down on the ground, leaning his head against the front door. "Sorry, love, I can't move. It feels like I'm going to throw up and I much rather prefer to not do it all over you."

"But you can't stay here in the cold; you'll get even worse...", I begin as I turn to the house, "Cande!", I call and soon I see both of their frames at the porch. "What is it, Tini?", she shouts back as they approach us, "Oh god, Jorge are you okay? What happened to him?"

"He's not feeling well; I think it must've been since he hit his head. We need to get him inside but he feels too nauseous to move and I can't carry him myself."

"It's fine, Tini, you don't have to..."

I hold up my hand to him, "There's nothing to discuss!"

He sighs as Ruggero walks over to him. "I'll help him, it's alright, I don't mind if he throws up, but please, not over my blazer. It's Armani."

"I'll keep that in mind", Jorge says sarcastically as Rugge helps him up and they slowly start to walk to the house. "Hey, would you mind help me with the bags?", I ask Cande as she nods and we follow them back inside. A good ten minutes later, we're all set and Ruggero helped him to the guest room. I thank him on his way out as I almost tip-toes inside with our suitcases. He glances at me before he sighs, "Let that be, Tini. I'm sure you're exhausted."

"No, I'm not."

I walk over to the bed and sit down on his side, stroking his hair. "You know if you sleep here you might catch a virus", he says lightly as I look at him funny, "Like that would scare me away."

"Hm, don't say I didn't warn you."

"I'm pretty sure if the roles were reversed you would tell me to stop being so silly."

A light blush appears on his face as he closes his eyes, "True."

I smile and kiss him gently on his warm lips, letting my fingers run down his cheek and finally by his side. "Good night, love. Feel better."

"Hm, for you", he mumbles before his expression relaxes and his lips part. I sense his warm skin underneath my fingers, frowning. I hope he would get better soon. Sighing, I open the window barely to get some fresh air inside as I put a thin blanket over him. His eyelids flutter as the warm fabric hits him while the wind compensates that. Carefully I take my clothes off and lay down under the covers, turning the light off. With one last look at him I turn around and almost immediately,

I start to dream.