First Flower

The sun reflecting on her skin

Maca's Pov

"Hi Saray." She doesn't answer, and simply remains with a very serious face. Saray and I didn't left things on a good note before she left prison. It was one of the usual arguments about Rizos, where she threatened me to stay away from her girlfriend, because she would figure it out a way to get her out of there. That never happened. Rizos is still in jail but I bet Saray's grudges towards me are still here as well.

"Maca and I are living together, this.." she gestures around the place "... is our house."

"You two, living together? In a cottage in France like a lesbian couple?" I can sense a certain mocking in her tone, but I had to control myself, for Zulema.

"Saray, do you want to move this conversation- this very amusing conversation, may I add- to the couch? I reckon you had a very long trip and you must be exhausted." I try to smile in the most genuine way I can. Without giving me an answer she sits in the couch, and Zulema sits right next to her. I decide that, at least for now, it would be better if I stayed on the opposite side, even though the couch is quite small.

"So Zule, how did this beautiful love story began in the first place? I'm dying to know."

I let Zulema tell the story, since I knew Saray didn't have any interest listening to me talking.

"Well, it all started when Maca came to Cruz del Norte to pick me up when I was released. After that we followed our lives separately working to receive a misery they called payment. Once I realized that kind of life really wasn't for me, I looked for her and we agreed on creating a type of society between the two of us, egalitarian of course."

"Of course." I say to her with a smile, which she responds with a smile and a little wink. Saray looks at the scene with a confused expression on her face.

"And now explain to me how you went from that society thingy to the thing that's happening right now that I can't even explain what it is, but I do know that you look like two hippie housewives."

"So, for two years we made a few heists, and for that to happen, we needed to be together to organize them properly, so we rented a little van in the middle of nowhere, just like this cottage. I guess that's where we bonded, you may say."

Saray looks at the both of us a few times before talking.

"How cute. So, now you two are dating?"

"We're not dating, but I don't think we can say that we're just friends. But to be honest I don't really want to talk about that right now." I understand why she said that, but it still hurted a bit.

"I'm gonna make some tea, do you want some?" I ask as I'm approaching the kitchen.

"Yes please." They answer in unissin. They continue the conversation between the two of them, and I don't pay attention to what they're saying, until Zulema asks her something that genuinely interests me.

"And how long will you be staying with us?"

"Well I don't know exactly to be honest, I obviously don't want to be a weight for you both."

"Don't be ridiculous, we're happy to have you here as long as you want to stay. But you will have to sleep on the couch, because Maca needs to sleep on a more comfortable place."

"And why is that?"
"Well..." Zulema doesn't finish the sentence, and I understand that she realized that maybe I didn't want Saray to know about my pregnancy. But that didn't really affect me, so I finish the sentence for her.

"Because I'm eight weeks pregnant."

"Wow." She says in awe. "And who is the father? Zulema?" She starts laughing uncontrollably.