Lucia's POV
I emailed my Aunt May and Uncle Frank to meet me at a local coffee shop.
I'm sitting down in a booth nervously playing with my fingers. I'm shaking my leg in anticipation when I hear her voice.
"Lucia, I'm so glad you reached out to us" she opens her arms signaling for a hug. I awkwardly lean in and hug both her and my Uncle Frank.
I'm still not use to hugs.
They sit down in the opposite side of the booth together while I sit alone. We each order a small drink and begin a conversation.
"I received your letter you wrote to me on the day I was born yesterday" I begin.
"Is that why you emailed me to meet up" she nervously plays with her fingers.
Oh shit, I see where I get that from.
"I wanted to get to know you guys better before you guys head off back to Texas in two days" I brace myself for their answer.
I've never really got to know who my Uncle Frank and Aunt May are due to where they live.
"Really!? I would love that" I can see a tear about to slip out of her eye.
"We can go on an adventure tomorrow. The three of us since Hope will be away at school in Hawaii" Uncle Frank smiles.
"I can't wait" I smile.
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"It's funny how I didn't want a relationship with them, but I want one now" I sigh as Ethan strokes my hair.
"I'm proud of you for taking this step, Lucia" he hums.
"Me too but what if we won't have that connection with each other" I feel myself get worried.
"You know I don't like "what ifs", Lucia" he turns me over to face him.
"Yeah but what if-" I get caught off by Ethan "zipping" my mouth.
"You'll be fine, Lucia. Trust me. They'll love you" he reassures me.
"Yeah but what if-" I get cut off again by Ethan kissing me.
"You worry too much" he pecks my lips.
"I know, but I can't help it" I sigh.
That's the one thing I hate about myself; I worry too much over everything in my life.
"Don't worry too much. It's bad for you. Live life Lucia" Ethan then begins laughing from having a serious moment with me.
"Sorry, I was being serious but then the last part got me because it was alliteration" he begins laughing to himself some more.
This boy.
I begin laughing with him because his laugh is contagious.
