I finally looked up and met his eyes, He had extremely beautiful bright blue eyes.
"We would make pretty babies" He says randomly
"What!?" I ask looking at him with wide eyes.
He chuckles, he looks even better when he smiles
"I mean we would" He sa...
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"Its been a rough two days without you" Ace whispers to me.
I continue to stir the tomato sauce and ignore his comment not knowing what to say
He huffs and wraps his arms around my waist nuzzling his face into my neck.
I smile and shake my head as a memory floods into my mind causing me to have more of a sad smile.
I came downstairs just after my parents had got done with their small argument
My mom had long dirty blonde hair with beautiful blue eyes, I got my hips and but from her. She is absolutely beautiful.
My dad was a mutt as he would say. I didn't understand until I learned that a mutt is a mixed breed. My dad is half white (Caucasian) and half Latino. He had dark brown eyes and was very tall.
He stood leaning on the counter as he pinches the bridge of his nose. He looks at me and smiles.
He looks over at my mom, who happens to be a super stubborn woman.
He huffs and wraps his arm around her waist as she continued to stir the tomato sauce.
He kissed her cheek as I could make out the small smile on the corner of her lips
A small tear runs down my cheeks as I wipe it.
"Yeah it was a really rough two days," I say
I was 50/50 on what I said, I enjoyed my time with Carson but I missed Ace.
He lets go of me as I already miss his warmth.
Stop stirring and turn around and look at him, he was leaning on the island and starring at me, I stare back into his beautiful blue eyes.
He looks down at my lips, I feel a repeat coming on.
I step closer as he sits up straighter. He grabs my waist and stares at me.
"Jordan, I would do anything to go back to that night and I promise you, I wouldn't have stopped" He whispers
He leans his forehead on mine.
"Sei Bello," He says in a thick Italian accent
"You are beautiful" He translates
"Eres fabuloso," I say in Spanish (you are amazing)
"No tan sorprendente como tu" (not as amazing as you)
I part my lips shocked he can speak Spanish.
He smirks as the microwave timer goes off, I pull back and grab a thick hand towel, I walk over to the oven and pull the garlic bread out.
"Can you turn off the timer?" I ask as I slip the pan onto the other side of the stove.
