mistaken | jorge + martina ✓

twenty-ninth

mistaken

"I uhm.." Martina hesitated in what to say back. She didn't know whether to tell him she loves him or whether to not say anything.

She wasn't ready but she didn't want to let him down. So instead she just said, "Me too" It was more simplistic.

He decided to just accept it and smiled while kissing het brown hairs. "You want to eat something?" He asked her, his eyes looked right into hers.

She nodded her weak head slightly as he came up from the bed. He offered her his hand and helped her get up as well.

He took her down the stairs and she sat down by the kitchen table."What are you making?" Martina asked him with a puffy giggle dropping out of her mouth.

She tried to laugh but her body was too weak. "Just a cracker with cheese, you can't throw up again" Jorge placed the cracker in front of Martina and she looked at it for a few seconds.

She wanted to eat it but she was too scared that she would throw up again. "Just eat it carefully, we'll see how it goes" As she listened to the words of Jorge she took a small bite of the cracker. Surprisingly enough it didn't make her nauseous and she continued eating the food.

Jorge stared at her while she knibbled the cracker away. She looked cute when she ate. All those small details made Jorge realize even more how much he missed her. 

After a few minutes of silent eating she had finished her cracker. She looked up at Jorge who was still staring at her with his hazel eyes.

"Let's get you into bed again, maybe you could go with me picking up Olivia" He said as she nodded on his idea.

He took her hand in his and slowly supported her into her bedroom. She layed down in her bed and Jorge placed the warm blankets over her body.

"Sleep well" He kissed her head and turned off the lights before he left the now dark room.

He heard her whisper a 'thank you' in response, making him smile. He was happy he could finally take care of her again, making sure she was okay and nothing bad was going to happen to her.

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"How are you feeling?" Jorge asked the sleepy brunette who was lying in her warm bed. He placed his hand on her head.

"I'm fine, the nauseous feeling is gone and I'm less tired" She explained honestly. Jorge smiled and she sat up straight on the bed.

He stroke her brown hair out of her tender face. "Do you wanna go pick up Olivia with me or are you gonna stay here?" He asked her with a questioning tone.

"I'll come with you, she'd like that" Martina finally concluded and with a careful movement she stood up from the bed.

Jorge tried supporting her with his hands as she stood on solid ground again. "I'll go dress up, wait here" She spoke out before grabbing her clothes and disappearing into the bathroom.

Only 10 minutes later she came out again, fully dressed, even some make up to cover her incredibly tired and sick face. She smiled happily and took Jorge's hand in hers.

"Let's go" Martina then said and together they walked outside of the house.

Jorge opened the door of the car and slowly supported Martina as she got inside. Her head was still making circles, but she tried to ignore it.

Her eyes gave it away to Jorge but he knew it was no use to go against her.

He got inside the car next to her and started driving towards Olivia's primary school.

First Jorge himself got out of the car and then helped Martina out of it. He laced their perfectly fitting fingers.

Together they walked onto the school terrain and stood beside the other parents.

Jorge turned his head towards Martina and looked at her beautiful, flawless face. She had a slight smile stabilised on her trembling lips. She was cold for sure.

Jorge took of his black jacket and carefully placed it over her shoulders. She turned her head and gave him a warm, grateful smile. 

After 5 minutes the loud sound of a bell rang through everyones ears. Just a few seconds later lots of kids ran over the school terrain in the arms of their parents. 

Seconds later Olivia came running out of the school with a girl, both laughing. Her tiny brown eyes searched around the school terrain and started sparkling when she spotted both her mum and dad.

She ran towards them and jumped right into Martina's arms. Martins kissed the top of her brown hairs and put her down on the ground again.

She then hugged her dad with her small arms. Jorge chuckled and lifted the tiny girl in his arms, making her look at both Martina and him.

"How was school?" Martina asked while stroking a strand of hair out of Olivia's face.

"It was great!" She squealed and held tighter o to her fathers chest.

"Can I go and play at Emma's house?" She asked, making puppy eyes and blinking to Martina.

Martina let out a laugh and answered. "Of course, I'll go talk to Emma's mom for a second" Martina replied and kissed Olivia's check before walking off to the mom of Emma.

Only 10 minutes later Olivia was on the back of the bike of Emma's mom while waving towards her mum and dad.

Martina and Jorge both smiled and then walked back to the car and drove back home.

At least, that's what Martina thought they'd go. Instead, Jorge drove a bit further away until they reached a beautiful park with a lake connected to it.

Martina gave him a confused look as he just smiled, took her out of the car, and led her to a bench close to the clear blue lake.

She had a confused look stuck on her face, but a small smile had been breaking through it.

"There's something I've been wanting to ask you for some time now" He started making Martina inhale sharply, having a slight guess of what was coming.

"Eversince the start of highschool, my eyes were only for you. You captured my heart and kept it safe inside. You made me laugh, made me smile, made me the happiest man on earth. We've had our problems and our fights. But in the end, we'd always still love each other."

"Olivia is our most important and precious person on this earth and I promise to always be there for her, and for you. I don't ever want to let you go babygirl" He added before kneeling down on his right knee.

Within a second Martina's hand had automatically moved to her mouth. She did not expect this.

"Martina Alejandra Stoessel Muzlera, would you marry me?" He asked, tears formed in Martina's brown eyes.

"No"

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