cutie ✧･ﾟ wilk

three

anastasia ramirez;

"so, you're telling me ivanna saw this guy and stopped crying, just like that?"

my sister, charlotte, spoke from across the room to me, almost in disbelief. this caused me to look up from ivanna, who was sleeping peacefully on my lap, and nod, giving a small smile.

"wow," she laughed back, peering over the door to get the attention of our older brother, mason. "aye, mason, you hearing this? some guy got ivanna to stop crying!"

"wait, she was crying?" he poked his head from around the kitchen door and raised his eyebrows, "and how the heck? once she's started you have to get her something for her to stop!"

he was in disbelief too, but it was true. he'd gotten my two year old to stop crying just like that.

i nodded once more, causing both my siblings to just raise their eyebrows and shake their heads. "ana, it isn't april first anymore."

"i wouldn't lie about this!" i whisper-yelled back in defence, still careful not to awake the sleeping ivanna in my lap. "he got her to stop crying, didn't run away, thought i was her older sister or something."

charlotte scoffed, grabbing the television remote from the table at the side of the sofa she sat on before looking at me. "you're 19, you're not going to look like a mother, ana."

"i know b-"

"did you get his number anyway?" charlotte cut me off, raising her eyebrow. "he seems boyfriend material, hands down, or did you let him escape?"

she was too still in shock, alongside mason and myself, on how a guy wasn't scared or frightened of my two year old and actually stayed there, and got her to stop crying too. after aiden found out about ivanna and left, mason was always over-protective of who saw his niece and charlotte was always on the look out for some 'new daddy'. i wasn't, however. i could raise my child on my own just fine.

"i mean, he wrote a number dow-"

"so you got his number?" charlotte asked excitedly, quickly sitting up and fixing her posture from the chair opposite me. "damn, sis i'm proud of you."

"he gave me his number." i recalled back, thinking on the conversation of about half an hour ago. "i think he lives in the wealthier part of town."

that was enough to get mason to peek his head from around the corner, once more, and to come in and sit down next to charlotte and raise an eyebrow, "wealthier part of town, you say?"

i nodded.

"probably a billionaire, probably bad luck or in the spotlight somewhere." he tried to mutter, but you could still hear his voice perfectly well. damn, he needs to keep his opinion to himself.

"well, he was nice, sweet too!" i called back in protest, causing my brother to shake his head and give a small, nervous chuckle.

"yeah, they all seem nice up there ana." he spoke up, shaking his head still, looking me straight in the eye. "i wanna meet this guy."

"i've known him five minutes!" i disagreed, watching as he rolled his eyes and swooped his hand through his brunette hair, done up. "mase, you can't just invite someone over like that."