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After finally being able to calm Santiago down we both just sat here in silence while I ran my fingers through his soft hair and his head lightly pressed up against my chest as we just saw cars speed rapidly across the tv not having a single clue as to what we were watching
"You want one of your snacks?" I ask kindly causing the small boy to nod his head slowly and I begin to unwrap my arms around him before he abruptly stops me by placing his small hand on mine as I could feel my heart beat in pure awe
"Your bag is just right there" I chuckle pointing at the empty chairs next to us
"Chu warm n me cold" He sputters out his head still pressed up against my chest, He's an absolute teddy bear sent by god himself
And I wasn't even able to know about him..
I swiftly reach for his small slightly torn bag and I open it up across his lap considering he was directly in mine and he reached for some peanut butter crackers
"You want me to open them?" I ask pulling out a juice box for him before placing the bag off to the side as he lifted the crackers up ever so cutely
"Pwease?" He asked as I smiled and grabbed the crackers tearing them open before giving it back to the eager child who soon grabbed a cracker and just shoved the cracker into his mouth without hesitation while we both relaxed and watched tv pretty much for the rest of the night
I haven't been this content for awhile
Except for when I was with-
Well never mind..
*Later on that night*
A couple of girls decided to go home as soon as the night began to end except for Karla that is, She decided to help Charlie clean up around the bar a bit before we decided to lock up I walked back into the hallway carrying a sleeping Santiago in my arms bouncing him up to get a firm grasp on the young one so I won't drop him
"Karla?" I ask patting Santiago's back as I walked into the room and as soon as I got to the bar she was glaring at me
"What? He's still alive" I say looking back at her then back at Santiago
"Are you gonna keep calling me that?"
"Am I still gonna be your boss if I do?" I ask solemnly as the boy mumbles into my chest making me remember why she needs to work here
"I'm sorry" I sigh in defeat
"I'm sorry who?" She asks smugly
"The woman who's gonna unemploy you if you keep trying to make me apologize" I say in a serious tone scowling at her as Charlie walked back into the area
"Be nice, Both of you" He says trying to be the peacemaker between the both of us grinning softly once he took a single look at the child in my arms
"He's really adorable Camila" He coos poking the small boy's arm with his finger tip as the child snuggled into my chest
"He looks really comfortable.." I hear Karla say under her breath causing my heart to skip a beat
She hasn't made it done that in awhile.
After a few moments of awkward silence we decide to lock the place down for the night along with Santiago back in his mother's arms everyone tired as all hell except every one of us can't sleep as easy as little Santi Can
That's kinda cute Little Santi.
"Well everyone you know how this works same time tomorrow alright?" I say running my fingers through my hair as I looked over and see Santiago yawn in his mother's arms
"Do you need a ride home?" I ask Karla raising an eyebrow as she shaked her head
"I walked here, I'm gonna walk back" She said shrugging as she bounced the boy up and began to walk off into the dark streets the streetlights guiding her way and right after I sighed deeply and got into my car and simply started the engine and pulled off into the street, And while I was cruising down
I saw a unnoticeable figure in black following Camila and Santiago..
And once I saw that
I slowly began to trail all three of them
When I really wanted to speed down the road and beat his or her ass before they even attempt to do anything but then again anything can happen here
The beautiful shady ass Streets of Miami right?..
I don't know about kissing her and loving her, But I will protect them both even though I didn't plan to fall knowing she might not even catch me...
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Strawberries & Cigarettes. Camila/You
أدب الهواةIt maybe 1990, But the bar you run Parties like its 1920 at age twenty-one. All the wild nights with the biggest of the baddest come to the bar, But what happens when A Gorgeous Red lipped Cuban from your past comes to interrupt your present? Will...