Sunshine, Rain

Chapter 1: Calma .

Author's Note: If you're reading this Thank You for the taking the time to give my story a chance. I've been studying portugês for the about a year now and I'm just trying to get back in the swing of writing and written language practice with some pairings I really like. I don't own anything besides the plot. If you've never seen the Clarina storyline of Em familia I highly encouraged watching it, it's a real gem.

*All translations/interpretations of dialogue(not in English) will be included at the end of the section*

**Story rating subject to change**

CAP 1

(January 03, 2016, Studio, 8:30pm)

Ivan's POV

There's times when ma gets these business calls from her friend, Olivia, who lives in the United States; I know when it's her friend because mãe won't stop pacing. Back and forth. When she's worried she always paces, and well... she has a knack for hovering. I only know this because I can never not watch her. She doesn't stop pacing until the calls end, and even then ma always takes extra time to calm her down.

I still can't figure out why the calls make her so worried, but the bad feeling I have in my stomach while I'm watch them right now doesn't make me think it's anything good.

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3rd POV

Marina re-adjusted the phone against her ear as she cradled their daughter between her side and the arm of the chair she was reclined in; she shot a pleading glaze to the woman pacing on her side. "Eiii, meu amor, calma."

"Não Marina." Clara shot back, sending a look that caused a small tremor to run through her wife. She took a deep breath, collecting herself, "Você terminará em breve?" the shorter woman asked, her anxiousness evident in her tone.

"Sim, meu amor logo que possível." She responded quietly, trying her hardest to gauge her wife's mood, but Clara refused to meet her eye.

She walked back toward the chair Marina and Maitê occupied; gathering the infant into her arms she turned in the direction of Ivan who was swiveling in one of the chairs on the opposite side of the room.

"Ei, filho. " she called gathering Ivan's attention, "É hora de dormir, vamos."

Ivan sucked his teeth letting out a long sigh, "Mas mããããe" he whined softly while pointing in the direction of Marina, "Eu não falo com ma o dia todo, nem mesmo esta manhã."

Clara's heart lurched at her son's words. She moved her fingers through his hair as she bent down to press a kiss against his forehead, "Eu sei meu amor, mas hoje tem sido muito ocupado, pra você e Marina." She reminded him gently, making sure to look him in his eyes for her next words, "Eu prometo que Mamãe dará a você a sua inteira atenção de manhã. Te juro, filho."

She brought him toward her and cast a longing glance over her shoulder one final time, all the while missing their son doing the same.