Martinez Twins Fanfiction

Chapter 21

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I wake up the next morning to find Ivan sitting on the bed beside me, a huge smile plastered across his face.

"Why are you so happy?" I ask him curiously.

Without a word, he holds up the Los Angeles Daily News. Once my eyes focus on the newspaper article in front of me, I scream.

"That's me!"

"Damn right that's you!" Ivan cheers. "My girl made the newspaper!"

I reach out and grab the newspaper from his hand and start reading the article.

17-year-old Laina Jones was spotted walking down the street with Ivan Martinez, a famous youtuber, when they saw a girl getting assaulted.

"Hey, Ivan, you made this too!"

He shrugs. "I'm not as important as you."

"Ivan that's not true," I say, sitting up to kiss him. "You're my everything."

"Laina," he says, slowly. "You just sat up. Without flinching."

I looked down at my stomach. "Holy shit! I'm heading!"

Ivan pulls me closer for a kiss. "You're a tough cookie," he says with a smile.

"Okay, now let's keep reading!" I cheer, breaking the moment.

They ran into a dark alley to save the young girl, Marlee. Both came out with significant injuries, and Laina was found unconscious. "Laina is a crazy girl, but has a good heart," says Erika Costell, Laina's friend. "She jumped on that man without any concern for her own life."

"Erika is too sweet," I say to Ivan.

"She was only speaking the truth," Ivan replies, shrugging.

I smile at him and look back down at the paper. It continues on for a page about how I was brave and did the right thing. There is even a picture of me at the bottom. I smile the whole time while reading it.

When I finish, I look up at Ivan, who is beaming with pride.

"You're a hero," he tells me, putting his hand on my cheek.

"But I wasn't trying to be. I just, kinda, went."

"As most heroes do." Ivan adds.

"So, rastrophiliopustrocity makes a hero?"

Ivan laughs. "Do you watch Logan's vlogs?"

"Maybe a little," I say, giggling.

"Well, that's part of it. But it's mainly your pure heart and will to do what's right that makes you so amazing."

I sigh. "I don't deserve you, Ivan."

"I think it's the other way around," he whispers.

I put my hand in his hair and slowly lean in. Our lips are centimeters from touching when my stomach grumbles. Loudly.

We both laugh and pull away. "I think it's time for some food," Ivan says.

"I second that."

I hold his hand as we walk down to the kitchen, and it makes me feel safe. Ivan will always be there for me, ready to protect and love me whenever I need it, and even when I don't.

And that makes me smile.