mistaken | jorge + martina ✓

twelfth

mistaken

"Goodnight little one" Martina whispered and kissed her daughters head.

"Goodnight sweetie" Jorge then said and kissed her tiny cheek.

Martina's hand searched for Jorge's as their fingers laced. They stared at their beautiful daughter for some time before quietly leaving the room, their fingers still laced.

They walked towards the couch and sat down on it. There was total silence, neither of them knew what to say.

"So, uhm yeah" Jorge awkwardly broke the silence as both of them looked at each other.

"Yeah uhm.. thank you for coming" Martins said while she squeezed in his hand softly.

"I wanted to come 3 years ago Martu, it was killing me" Jorge then admitted with a serious look on his face. Death serious.

"I know, but I didn't want to ruin your life Jorge" Martina whispered before she bursted out in tears.

"You wouldn't, and still won't. I want to be with my child and with you" Jorge said, taking her hand firmer into his.

"Really?" She asked hopefully, moving her head closer towards him.

"Really" He assured her. And before she could react, he pressed his lips softly onto hers.

Without hesitation she kissed him back. While their lips moved against each other, butterflies appeared in both of their stomachs.

Jorge held her waist with his hand while he pulled her closer against him, pressing their bodies. Their innocent kiss turned into a make out session.

She had her hand on the back of his hand, tugging his hair. He pushed his fingers in her back and they slowly layed down on the couch.

She pulled his hair harshly while she deepened the kiss. He held her, so tender but also so tight.

Just then they heard a crying sound coming from Olivia's room. They quickly pulled away from the kiss and Jorge fixed his hair.

Together they walked towards her room and sat down beside her back. Martina stroke her arm softly.

"Shh... mommy and daddy are here" She whispered and kissed her daughters forehead. Jorge first didn't know what to do.

He had never had to take care of a crying 2-year old.

As he saw what Martina was doing, he started stroking her hair slightly. "Calm down sweetie" He whispered in her ear and then placed a kiss on the same place Martina did.

Olivia stopped crying and stared at her father in admiration. She smiled at both her dad and mom before closing her eyes again.

Martina kissed her cheek and Jorge her head before they walked out of her room again. "She's adorable" Jorge  said while a smile made its way on his face.

Martina laughed silently while she nodded her head. "She's amazing, really." She concluded while they walked outside the house.

Mariana was sitting on a bench on the terrace. "Jorge! Hey!" She said and gave him a hug.

"Hey miss Stoessel" Jorge said while they released from the hug.

"We're going for a walk" Martina then told her mother while Jorge nodded.

"That's okay dear" Mariana smiled and sat back down on the bench again, watching her phone.

Jorge and Martina walked out of the garden, onto the streets. The sun was setting, making the sky reddish.