Married Mate

Chapter 14

Jasmines POV

My weeks seemed like they were literally dragging on. It fucking sucked! The more I tried to focus on my marriage with lance the more I felt it was falling apart. It seemed like lance was never home and the days he was home, he either ignored me or we argued about the most stupid shit ever. It had been about 3 weeks since I last seen Gabriel. I was tempted to personally drop off his developed photos BUT I decided against it and ended up mailing them to him. I finished my coffee and just curled up in my big comfy chair that I had in my room near my window. It was raining pretty hard outside and it was starting to get cold outside...yay for winter... NOT.

"Ugh this is so depressing." I mumbled to myself while getting up and walking to my closet. I threw on some sweats and Uggs and decided to go visit my sister. 

20 minutes later I'm outside banging on her door. What's taking her so long; I know her ass is home since her car is in plain sight. "ABIGAIL OPEN THE DAMN DOOR AHORA MISMO!" I yelled out banging  a lot harder this time.

"Okay okay I'm coming, dios mio!" I heard her say. When she opened the door I was greeted with a role of eyes and just a quick wave in, so much for sisterly love.

"What the fuck took you so long? It's like a hurricane outside plus its cold as shit and I know for a fact you are not a nap taker. Were you taking a shit or something?"

I questioned her all the way into the kitchen, and settled onto one of her stools by the breakfast bar. "Um no...I was just... you know... reading a book." she quickly answered.

"Do you want some café con leche? I have some fresh concha's". I weakly smiled and nodded. Concha's were my favorite!

They're Mexican sweet breads that look like a seashell. My mom was Mexican and my father was Puerto Rican, we had the best of both worlds. And one of those bests was the Mexican Sweet bread my mom always used to buy freshly made from the panaderia every Saturday morning. Sitting here eating and drinking this brought back so many memories that I had safely put away so I wouldn't hurt. Losing someone you love isnt something you expect to happen to you And it seems like it's the good people that end up dying un-expectantly or just plain out too soon. 

My family was one of those tight knit families, We did everything together as a family. My parents had so much love for each that that's all I wished for when I was younger; to find someone that would look at me the way my father looked at my mother. They married young and had my sister not even a year after they got married. Then 3 years later my mother got pregnant with me and our family was complete! My father was always a hardworking man that no matter how much work he had to do, he always came home for dinner. And it's true what they say, that a woman looks to marry someone that is like her father. I was and always will be a daddy's girl. I can remember the day my parents were taken away from us like it was yesterday.

My parents had gone on a romantic hike through the woods for their 18th wedding anniversary but as night fell they never returned. I wasn't that worried at first but my sister started acting really strange and fidgety, so naturally I started to freak out as well. The next morning their bodies were found by the river. I was never told what had happened to them and I truly never really wanted to ask. In my mind they were taken from me..plain and simple. My sister was 17 and I was 14 at the time, Abby quickly took on the role of a big sister way more seriously and took care of me. Thankfully she turned 18 the yr after so she was granted guardianship of me.

We both went on to college and graduated top of our classes. Abby took on some weird extracurricular activities and I dedicated my time on my photography business. After a while Abby and I grew apart, we would only see each other once in a while. She introduced me to lance and then 5 months later he proposed and we got married. And now here I am, at my sister's house drinking café con leche while eating some sweet bread but not feeling any type of that warmth you are supposed to feel when spending time with a sister or brother.