mistaken | jorge + martina ✓

eleventh

mistaken

The sound of an alarm rang through Martina's room. She opened her eyelids and immediately rubbed her eyes from the bright daylight.

She looked at her clock. 8 am.

She slept for exactly 5 hours. She was tired as hell.

Her legs moved out of her soft bed, towards Olivia's room. Her small daughter was still quietly sleeping in her iny tiny bed.

This was an actual surprise for Martina, Olivia always woke up early. Martina walked closer to her daughter and stroke her forehead.

"morning amore mio" She said and kissed her on her small head. Her eyes lightly opened and immediately got greeted by her mother's brown eyes.

Olivia had green eyes tho, like Jorge.

"Goodmorning mommy" Her high-pitched voice said back with a smile drawn on her face.

Martina lifted her 2-year old daugther out of her bed and held her in her arms.

Together they walked down the stairs as Martina placed Olivia in her child seat by the table.

"Bweakfast!" The small brown haired girl squealed out when her mother grabbed some food from a cabinet.

Martina smiled and laughed slightly before placing the food in front of Olivia.

She also grabbed some food for herself as they both started eating. "I love it" The tiny girl said loudly while she smiled brightly. She pushed all the food in her mouth, making half of it fall onto the ground.

Martina laughed at the clumsiness of her daughter. She picked up the food from the ground and placed them on another plate.

After both of them finished their food, Olivia opened her mouth to say something.

"Why have I never seen my daddy?" The question suddenly left her mouth.

Martina looked quickly up at her daughter in shock. The tiny brunette looked normally at her mom.

"His name is rorge, wight?" She asked on which Martina nodded her head in shock.

"uhm, that's a complicated story honey, I'll explain it to you once" Martina said, knowing Olivia was way too young to know about what had happened between her and Jorge.

Jorge had by the way woken up in the middle of Milan. He stood up from the ground. His back was hurting like hell.

"I really had to think this through" Jorge mumbled in himself. He took the map, which he had layed on the ground, and took another look at it.

He still couldn't make a thing out of it as he started walking again. Just when he arrived at the street, he saw a cab driving through the streets.

Why didn't his stupid mind think of this before?

He ran towards the cab and stopped the driver. The man stopped as Jorge quickly got inside.

"Can you drive me to this address?" Jorge rushingly said while he showed the man the address on his phone.

The man laughed and nodded. The driver knew that was only one street away, only Jorge didn't.

The driver drove into the street and stopped in front of Martina's house. "What's wrong? Are we out of gas?" Jorge asked, hoping that that wasn't true.

"No, it's here" The man said in his best English.

Jorge looked confused and glanced over at the street sign.

via dolimetere de popel

Could he be any more stupid? It was literally one street away.

Jorge got out of the cab and payed the man, even though it was just for one fucking street.

Jorge took his bag and ran towards the door of the house. Before he rang the bell, he stood still for a while. He heard some sound from inside the house.

This was the moment, he was going to see his love and his child. He pushed on the bell as the sound reached his ears.

From inside Martina heard the bell. Martina took Olivia by the hand as they walked towards the door. Well, Martina walked, Olivia waggled.

Martina opened the door and got the shock of her life when she was greeted by his green eyes.

She let go of Olivia's hand who looked confused at her mother's look. Jorge and Martina were silently staring at each other.

Just when Jorge wanted to say something, Martina wrapped her arms tight around his body.

She had thousand things to say to him, mad, happy, sad, all kinds of things. But at this moment the cravings for his touch were bigger.

His muscled hands rested on her back. She had digged her fingers into his backa and placed her head on his shoulder.

Just then Olivia pulled onto Martina's jeans lightly. Martina released from Jorge's warm arms and turned to her daughter.

"Who is this?" Olivia asked while looking with big eyes towards Jorge.

Jorge was in a kind of trance. He stated at the little girl next to Martina, knowing that was his daughter.

He had a daughter. His little girl.

"I'll explain that to you, let's get inside first" Martina said and Jorge inside the house. Jorge walked passed Olivia on which he still was in disbelief of what was happening.

All three of them sat down on the couch, Olivia sat down on her mom's lap.

"This is your daughter" Martina smiled while getting tears. Jorge smiled with her and moved closer to both of them.

"Olivia" Martina finished while Olivia looked confused at the two crying people next to her. Jorge had started crying as well.

"This is your father honey, Jorge" Martina said through her tears and placed her small daughter onto Jorge's lap.

Olivia first looked unsurely at her father before hugging his body tight. More tears rolled over Jorge's cheeks as he held his little girl tight to his body.

Martina was crying, but so happy. Her smile was brighter than ever, just like Jorge's. Not to talk about Olivia who was crying as well.

She had a father. Even though she was only 2, she knew that she needed a father in her life. All her friends had one, now she did too.

Slowly both of them backed off from the hug as Jorge placed her higher on his lap.

Olivia smiled happily while her eyes glanced from her mother to her father.

Jorge and Martina finally had a family, with both a father and a mother.

The whole morning they talked. About Jorge's life, Olivia's life, Italy, Buenos Aires, everything.

Olivia was the one with the brightest smile. She told her stories and she listened to all the things her father had done.

Her eyes were filled with a sparkle and her smile was bigger than ever. Martina had the exact same, it was the cutest father-daughter conversation ever.

"Mommy?" Olivia asked while she turned her head to Martina. Martina nodded slightly.

"We won't lose daddy anymore, will we?" She asked with her tiny. Martina smiled and shook her head.

"We won't honey" She answered and hugged both of them tightly.

The issues and things for Jorge and Martina would all come later, now this was the most important.

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