Short chapterrrrrr... Sorry :/
Jaime woke up from his nap. He groaned. His headache and cold had not gone away.
CRASH!
Jaime groaned again and pulled a pillow over his head. Milagro's high pitched squeal could be heard from the kitchen.
"Shhhh!" Bart giggled back. Jaime pulled the pillow off his head and sat up. He then pulled himself out of bed and trudged down the stairs to find the kitchen a mess, Milagro covered in flour and Bart with a pan on his head.
"No Bart!" Milagro pulled the pan off Bart's head. "The potatoes go in here."
"Oh. Right." Bart ruffled Milagro's hair.
"What's going on, ese?" Jaime asked quietly.
"Yo y Bart están cocinando hermano! ¿Ver? Bart me ama más ahora!" Milagro cried out happily and pulled Bart close and hugged his waist. Bart blushed and laughed awkwardly, not understanding what the little girl had just said.
"Milagro Juro por Dios que te mataré ... cuando me siento mejor." Jaime grumbled before stalking off to the couch and collapsing in exhaustion.
A good couple of hours passed before Jaime was awoken again. To another crash and Milagro yelling at Bart.
"Oh mi dios Bart! ¿estás realmente tan tonta?" Milagro yelled in frustration and Jaime groaned, copying her tone.
"Uhhh.... Translation, please, Milagro?" Bart chuckled nervously.
"I asked if you were really that silly! You can't put that in there! It goes in this cupboard!" Jaime heard another crash and Bart groan in annoyance.
"I give up!" Jaime could hear Bart begin to walk away.
"No! You will help me cook for mi hermano!" Milagro whined and Bart sighed.
"Fine. Fine."
Jaime laughed to himself and got up. He felt much better.
"Mi amor!" Jaime yelled, walking into the kitchen. He found Milagro and Bart covered head to toe in flour and different sauces. Bart held a wooden spoon in his hand and had a pan back on his head. Milagro's hair was completely white from the flour and she held a bottle of sauce in his hand.
"Oh. Hey Jaime!" Bart smiled and hid the spoon behind his back. Jaime raised an eyebrow.
Bart's shoulder's slumped and he looked at the floor.
"I don't cook." Bart said.
"I can see." Jaime chuckled and leaned forward to kiss Bart's head but leaned back, causing him to whine.
"No way. I hate raw flour."
"Jaime!!!" Bart whined again. Instead, Jaime pulled him into a hug.
Milagro smiled to herself and whispered, "Number 4."
