Forever Yours

Seventeen

Thankfully, Oscar walking me down the aisle instead of Eduardo wasn't the main talk of the world after our interview. The fact that I wanted to wait a year to have children and Juan clearly didn't was. Juan and I sit in silence after our interview has aired. After the whole interview played out, a whole group of people from the talk show started talking about how Juan and I had a clear disagreement on when to have children. Sitting there, listening to people say you'd be divorced in six months top over not seeing eye to eye on having children right away wasn't exactly my idea of a fun Sunday morning.

Juan turns off the TV, clearing his throat uncomfortably. "So.." he says, looking over at me slowly.

"So..." I say, nodding. We're each sitting on opposite ends of the couch, making this even more awkward than it already is. "You don't think-" I begin slowly.

He shakes his head, moving to my end of the couch quickly. "No." he shakes his head again, kissing my forehead gently. "They're fucking idiots for thinking anything like that." I smile at the fact that the tension between us is broken as soon as he touches me.

"Yeah?" I ask and he nods. "I mean...do you have a problem with me wanting to wait? Because if you do, you've never made that clear to me."  I ask.

"I don't, mi vida." he smiles, shaking his head. "Not at all. I love you, and I'm just excited to have children with you, it doesn't matter when. I understand why you'd want to wait at least a year. You want us to enjoy being married alone for a while."

I rest my head on his shoulder. "Yeah, exactly." I nod. "I hope you never thought it was that I didn't want a baby with you." I take my head off his shoulder, looking up at him.

"Of course not. Are you crazy?" he chuckles. "I've never thought that. The thought has never even crossed my mind. Although now that you're saying it..."

I hit his arm playfully. "Shut up." I laugh, shaking my head.

He chuckles again. "I'm just teasing you. I know you want kids with me eventually. I mean, look at me," he gestures at himself. "who wouldn't want a baby with me?"

I laugh, rolling my eyes. "Oh my god, whatever."

He smiles, kissing me gently. "You have to take what they say with a grain of salt, okay?" he asks and I nod slowly. "They don't have any idea what they're talking about."

I nod again. "Yeah, you're right. It's just...I'd kind of gotten used to people leaving our relationship alone." I shrug. People talked about us in the media for a few weeks after our engagement, but that was to be expected. Since then, people were leaving Juan and I's relationship alone for the most part. Yes, people immediately assumed that the engagement had been called off as soon as Juan and I went a couple of weeks without posting one another on social media, but that was also something neither of us paid much attention to, and we'd usually just post a quick picture on our Instagram stories to shut everyone up. Now though, everyone was going to start picking apart every little thing in our marriage, and I already hate it.

He hums in agreement, nodding. "I know. It's just something we'll have to learn to adjust to. Just like everything else that's been thrown our way, we'll handle this." he smiles, kissing me again.

"Yeah. Yeah, you're right. We've got this."

"Now," he kisses my neck softly. "what do you say about practicing baby making?"

I laugh, pushing him away from me. "It's 9:30 in the morning. I'm hungry, not horny. Now let's go make some breakfast." I pat his leg, standing up.

He groans, also standing. "Fine."

***

"So the other night was like the hundredth time you've gone to Hawaii and didn't take me with you?" Joel narrows his eyes at me as we enter Juan and I's room.

I laugh. "Did you want to come to our romantic dinner with us?"

He rolls his eyes. "I guess not."

"So, now that you're eighteen do you have any plans on moving out of Mark's place?" I ask, changing the subject. I walk into my closet, putting away some laundry that I'd just done.

He shrugs, following me. "I don't know. Maybe."

"I honestly cant see you moving out on your own." I smile, shaking my head. Joel turned eighteen a few months ago, and it was incredibly hard for me to believe that my little brother was now an adult.

He laughs. "Yeah, I don't know. I really cant either." he scratches the back of his neck, shrugging again. "I've gotten comfortable living with Mark, I don't think I'm ready to move out from his place yet."

"That's fine, you don't have to. Has he told you anything about moving out?" I ask as I hang up a few shirts.

"No." he says. "I asked him what he thinks I should do, and he told me I'm free to stay with him for however long I want."

I turn to face him, smiling. "You see? You're fine. Don't rush to grow up, okay?"

"Yeah..." he trails off, nodding. "So, I watched yours and Juan's interviews on YouTube the other day."

I nod, turning back to continue hanging up my clothes. "Yeah? And what did you think?"

"They were good. You're getting more comfortable on screen, it's noticeable."

I smile. "Yeah, kind of. I still don't like it too much, but I'm getting more comfortable with it."

"I also saw everything they were saying about the whole wanting to wait a year to have babies thing..." he says slowly. "Are you guys okay? I'm sure it cant be easy having people say things about your personal life and marriage. Especially something as personal as having kids."

I turn, giving him a small smile. "Yeah, we're fine. Always will be. They didn't know what they were talking about. We're fine." I reassure him, nodding.

"Good." smiling, he nods. "I am excited to become an uncle though."

I laugh. "And you will become one. Just not anytime this year."

Just as he's about to say something, I hear the front door open. "That must be Juan." I say, beginning to walk out of the closet.

"Where was he?" Joel asks.

"It was his first day back at the studio." I smile, beginning to practically run down the stairs. I had actually missed Juan a lot more than I had expected to. An in-home studio was the next thing Juan wanted to work on in our house so that he didnt have to leave home to work on his album, and after today, I also wanted it to be made soon.

Juan stays standing at the foyer, waiting for me to reach him. I speed walk towards him once I've reached the end of the stairs. "I missed you." I smile, wrapping my arms around his neck, taking in the scent of his cologne.

He chuckles, wrapping his arms around my waist, squeezing me tightly. "I missed you too."

I pull away, giving him a quick kiss. "Welcome home."

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