Cholo

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Have you ever had those days where you woke up without an alarm, or a baby howling at the top of his lungs? Just stirred awake from a deep slumber to total silence. A tranquil feeling would wash over your body as you stare at the ceiling but not really see it; not even your mind is bombing with thoughts.

Alls silent.

I didn't know how long I lay there unmoving, or even thinking. Usually, I would jump at the chance of being free; a chance that only happens when Mateo is asleep. Otherwise, I would be using the toilet while having him there. Yes, it happened more than once.

A knock on the door pulled me out of my tranquil state.  Jadas lime green head popped into view. A smirk played across her lips. I shuddered at that.

"Where's Prince Charming?"

Oh, shit I forgot Oscar.

I cleared my throat before speaking. "I don't know."

"He fixed the crib." Jada pointed out as she nestled herself next to me.

"The cribs here?" I jolted onto my feet and scrambled towards the nursery. Jada's laughter echoing behind me.

"Wow."

The wall was now fully dry and a muted teal. The elegant color apparently encourages a calm, reflective mood. And with the natural toned crib, I found myself falling into peaceful calmness. Jada's arm rested on to my shoulder, as I muffled my sequel. She nudged my hip, giggling.

"We gotta finish this room."

Before I could exclaim my agreement in glee, Mateo's cry erupted.

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Jada sighed loudly in exhaustion as she leaned against the cool wall. Mateo was placed in his new bed, his eyes wide as he cooed at the rotating clouds above. The nursery was finally stocked and ready. The crib was pushed at the corner of the room so that sunlight would wash over it, but not directly. The mattress cover were pumpkin orange to match the patterned blanket and pillow. Above the bed, hung a canopy curtain of darker teal and inside it hung the rotating clouds of blue, white and orange.  There were frames of different sizes beside the crib and just above the armchair. On the armchair was the nursing pillow - that my grandma kept on insisting I purchase. I smiled at the thought. 

To my left, Jada and I had managed to push the changing table and it's matching drawers. The drawers were filled with creams, powders and diapers. Above it, I placed potted plants and a photo frame of Oscar, Mateo and me. My fingers traced the golden edges of the frame. A smile playing at my lips. Mateo's strangled cry broke my thoughts, and I turned to my hungry baby. Picking him up, and settling onto the armchair; where he feed. 

Jada managed to flop onto the luscious rug with her feet leaning onto the crib. "So," she pulled out the lollipop from her mouth with a 'pop', "how's things in paradise?" 

"Esto es tan difícil [this is so hard]." I mumbled under my breath as I tried to adjust Mateo's head in my arms.  "What paradise?" Huffing, I rested my arm onto the arm rest. 

"You know," glancing at my best friend, I saw her arms flailing in the air, "that cholo that got you pregnant." Seriously, what is she doing? 

"I don't know." I sighed. 

"Ayer durmió en tu cama [he slept in your bed yesterday]." Oh, how I found love to smack off that smirk. 

Sticking out my tongue was probably too childish but it expressed how I felt without aggressive anger. The lime-head giggled as she jumped to her feet and grabbed a well fed Mateo from me.