mistaken | jorge + martina ✓

twenty-seventh

mistaken

Martina had woken up on Jorge's shoulder. She didn't feel good, her stomach whined and her head was flaming.

She felt her body getting more and more nauseous until she jumped up from the chair and ran straight towards the toilets of the airplane.

Jorge woke up by the jump of Martina and within a second he was by her side at the toilet. He held her brown hairs up while she vomited in the airplane toilet.

She was sitting on her knees, holding the wall with her hands. The smell was unbearable which made her throw up even more.

Some stewardesses came walking towards them, worried looks on their faces. "What's wrong?" One of them asked Jorge who was still holding Martina steady and her hair in the air.

"She is throwing up" He simply said and frowned at the two women.

Martina finally stopped vomiting and sat back straight on her knees. The stewardesses were still standing awkwardly next to the couple.

Jorge held Martina up and slowly caressed her cheek with his hand. "I'm sick" She blurted out, making a chuckle leave Jorge's worried lips.

"I know baby, let's sit back down" He turned to the two female stewardesses standing behind them. One of them went away and quickly came back with a glass of water. 

Jorge smiled and took it from her hands. He placed it by Martina's mouth and she carefully swallowed the water. 

"I think she is fine now, we'll just sit down" He said on which one of two raised her eyebrow.

"Sure? You two really don't need anything?" She asked with an unsure look stuck on her face.

"Really, we'll be fine" The stewardesses nodded with still an unsure look but let them go back to their seats anyway.

"Here, let me help you" Jorge said when Martina tried to get up by herself.

He supported her body with his hands as he carefully led her back to their places. They sat themselves down again, dizziness had filled Martina's eyes.

"You're not okay, I can see it" Jorge said, stroking her flaming forehead.

Her hands were shaking and her eyes were dizzy. "I'm fine, really" She tried speaking normal, but her voice was shaky and weak. Jorge pulled her close to him and tapped on his shoulder with his hand.

She layed her heated head down while he kissed the top of her head. "I know you're not, I'll take care of you" She smiled slightly before falling asleep within less then a second. 

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"She's sick, please leave her for a while" Jorge said when everyone came screaming and running their way.

Martina and Jorge had come inside the house and everyone was shocked. Jorge had called Mariana on the airport and she told everyone that Martina was found and coming, but still.

Jorge felt Martina's body was stumbling not to fall since he was holding her in his arms. Lodo tried hugging Martina but Jorge made her back off slightly.

"I'll explain what happened after I placed this girl in her bed, she's flaming" Jorge promised them before lifiting Martina and walking past the confused faces.

He brought her towards her white bed and carefully layed her down under the covers. "You take some rest, I'll explain how I found you and then when you're awake you can explain how you even got to Paris in the first place" He said in a whisper.

She only heard half of it since she already fell asleep while holding tight onto the white sheets.

Jorge just laughed and kissed her brown hairs before leaving the room silently.

He walked back downstairs where everyone was nervously waiting and talking; Lodo, Ruggero, Mariana, Francisco, Alejandro, even Emily came all the way from Italy.

"Jorge!" Mariana screamed, immediately running up awkwardly close to Jorge.

"Calm down miss Stoessel, let's sit down and I'll explain everything" They all sat down while Jorge stood in front of the group of people.

"I found her in Paris. When the police asked me to memorize any place she ever mentioned, I remembered this. When she's feeling beter she'll explain herself why she ran away like that" Just then the click of a door was heard behind Jorge as he turned around in a silent movement.

Cande was standing in the doorway, the 4-year old Olivia next to her. Olivia's eyes widened and she immediately ran inside the arms of her father. 

Jorge smiled and pressed the little girl close to his chest. "I just picked her up from school" Cande explained and sat down on the couch by the rest.

Before Jorge went to Paris he had also tried to find a school for Olivia since she is 4 already. He asked Cande to make sure Olivia went to school daily and didn't worry about either him or Martina.

"Where is mommy?" Olivia cried out in her father's neck. Jorge smiled and slowly put his brown-haired daughter on the ground again. 

"Mommy is upstairs, sleeping. She got a bit sick" The eyes from Olivia started sparkling excitedly. She hadn't seen her mom for weeks.

"Can I see her?" She asked, her tiny voice was full of hope and happiness. She pulled her father's arm slightly.

"Okay, okay, but quietly cause she is sleeping" He took her hand and slowly led her up the stairs towards Martina's room.

The guys had all watched the adorable conversation between father and daughter. They all smiled, knowing how much Olivia had missed her mother.

Jorge opened the door while holding Olivia's tiny hand. He led her insisde the room and sat her down on the bed next to Martina's sleeping body.

He made Olivia look at him and held his finger in front of his mouth, signing Olivia to be silent. She nodded her small head and turned back to her mother.

"I love you mommy" She whispered and softly kissed her mother's cheek. Martina moved slightly in her sleep which made Olivia back off immediately.

Jorge chuckled quietly before lifting up Olivia and lifting her out of the room. He closed the white door of the pinkish room and looked at Olivia again who had the brightest smile ever stuck on her face.

"Mommy is back" She said, a single tear escaping her eye.

< wow 27 already, this book is going so quick! who is in for some cute jortini moments next chapter? i feel like you deserved it XD > 

< manon >