Carmuel one shots

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He hadn't heard from her in almost a year and yet he'd never lost hope of seeing her again. He believed that if they were meant to be, which he trully thought they were, life couldn't keep them apart forever.

So when, almost a year after that horrible night, he got a text from her saying: "I'm coming home." He couldn't help but smile.

He wasn't sure if the text had actually been meant for him, but it didn't matter. The important part was that she was coming back home, back to Madrid.

Or at least, that's what he hoped the message meant. He hesitated about responding, worried she'd sent the message to the wrong person. At least she'd kept his number.

"Have a safe trip back. Hoping you'll come say hi whenever you get the chance." He ended up sending back.

His nerves skyrocketed when he didn't get a response back. All sorts of possibilities of what it could mean rushed through his brain.

It wasn't until two weeks later that he got another text: "Just arrived in Madrid. Can we meet at yours tomorrow please?"

So maybe he wasn't that stupid for holding on to hope. A smile spread on his face. "Good to know you've made it here safely. You're always welcome here. Let me know what time you were thinking?"

He wasn't bothered by the coldness of her texts. She'd always been like that and he didn't actually mind it. Though he couldn't help but pace around his apartement checking everything was perfect for about an hour before she was meant to arrive.

Finally, at the exact time she'd said, there was a knock on the door. She'd always had this peculiar way of knocking that told him it was in fact her on the other side of the door.

As he opened the door, both of them just stood there for a second, staring at each other with shyness and slightly wide eyes.

Samuel broke the silence in by awkwardly inviting her in. "Would you like something to eat or drink?" He continued in the same uneasy tone.

She smiled, the question making her remember a particularly fond moment in this exact apartment. It was exactly what she needed to relax.

"Please don't tell me you're still eating that disgusting macaroni and have some in the fridge to be reheated?" She asked smirking.

He shook his head shyly. "I do have some macaroni, but I made it just before you arrived, so it doesn't need to be reheated, and I've improved a lot over the last year."

She gave him a skeptical look, which made him roll his eyes. Samuel quickly walked over to his desk and grabbed a paper, handing it to her.

She read the paper and looked up at him surprise. "You took a cooking class from one of the greatest italian chefs in the country?" She questioned.

He shrugged. "I did promise you last time that the next time you'd eat my macaroni you'd be blown away, didn't I?"

She laughed. "You did say that. Now I have to try it." The two of them got their plates ready, before sitting down side by side on the couch.

"Wait," Carla said, right before either of them could take their first bite. She grabbed the paper and frowned. "This certification dates from two months ago. How did you even know I'd come back?"

He shrugged again, a blush appearing on his face. "I guess I've never stopped hoping. Maybe I thought that eventually you'd come home or we'd see each other someway."

Carla was speechless, so instead she took her first bite of pasta. Before she could control it, she let out a moan of satisfaction.

He silently smirked at her, then started to eat as well. She looked up at him and raised an eyebrow.

"You have something on your face?" She reversed last year's moment.

He looked at her with a sparkle in his eyes. "Where he asked her."

Without saying another word, she leaned in and kissed him.

"I've missed you so much, Samuel," she admitted when they pulled away.

"You'll never have to do that again," he said. "Because I don't plan on letting you go that easily again."

"Good," she smiled. "And as amazing as this macaroni is, we're definitely not eating that every day.

On the one hand, he pouted thinking of leaving his favorite dish, but on the other hand, she was thinking of them together and that was all he'd ever wanted.

He pulled her into another kiss. "We'll see," he said, between two kisses.