Fight For This Love (Sergio Ramos)

Chapter 15

"Baby?" A smooth voice called out as I stood at the stove and checked one of the dishes that Sergio was cooking for dinner. I smiled at the velvety voice that still made me weak at the knees. It probably always will.

"Why did you make so much food?" I asked him, as I stirred some kind of pasta sauce.

"I'm hungry." He answered, as if it was completely ordinary that a man would eat enough for a family of six.

I put the lid back on the pan and turned to see Sergio leaning against the kitchen doorway with a huge smug grin on his face. I narrowed my eyes suspiciously.

"What did you do?" I asked, scanning the room for evidence. This behaviour from Sergio was particularly unusual since he had only been home from Brazil for a few days and he would often slump into bad moods, which was understandable I supposed.

"Oh nothing." He shrugged his shoulders and grinned even wider, flashing his white teeth. "Nothing that you need to know about just yet."

I groaned loudly. "Seeeergio!" I whined childishly. "You know I hate surprises!"

He just rolled his eyes at me. "I'm cooking tonight remember?" He used his hip against mine to push me away from the stove so that he could take my place.

I knew he could cook well, but I still worried. Whatever, I decided as I took my place on top of the counter, if he wanted to cook he was welcome to. "Fine. Just give me a clue?" I really did hate surprises.

He took one look at me and smiled. "Your clue is that you need to run upstairs and put pants on before our guests arrive."

I looked down to my bare legs and smiled. I had been spending a lot of time recently wearing just Sergio's shirts around the house. Wait. "Guests?! Who?"

"You'll find out shortly!" He took my hands and pulled me down from the kitchen counter to stand on the cool grey kitchen tiles in my bare feet. "Go change!" He smacked my butt gently and pushed me towards the door, making both of us laugh as I ran out of the kitchen and up the stairs to his bedroom.

I had no clue who his guests were or why he hadn't told me they were coming but I decided to get dressed nice just in case it was someone special. Thankfully I had a couple of outfits at Sergio's house along with my straightening iron and my make up bag. I quickly washed and brushed my teeth before I used my straighteners to curl the ends of my long, light brown hair. Next I added light, natural make up, just some bronzer, mascara, blusher and lip stick. I danced into a tight pair of skinny jeans and pulled a shirt over my head, careful not to ruin my hair.

I was just fastening a silver watch around my wrist as the door bell rang. My anxiety spiked for a minute, and then it was replaced with excitement to discover who was here. I rushed down the stairs and into the hall way where Sergio was already approaching the front door.

"Quick, we can open the door together." He suggested, so I rushed to the end of hall and pulled open the door with him.

My initial thought was that there was a quite lot of people here for just a small informal dinner, around 6 or 7. All ages, both men and women. And then I noticed the resemblance. Family. He was introducing me to his family without telling me.

"Welcome! Come in!" Sergio stepped aside to let them pass into the house and suddenly we were both swarmed with the usual Spanish double cheeked besos and people introduced themselves to me in rapid, excited Spanish.

I met his mother, father, two siblings and their spouses, and his young niece. They seemed lovely but I was shy nonetheless. I always was around new people. My shyness was worsened by my desire to impress Sergio's family, especially his mother. His mother's view of me could make or break our relationship.