Hey! I had this idea in my head for a while so I thought I'd give it a shot! Hope you enjoy! Please let me know if I should continue! Thank you for reading my silly ideas! It means a lot trust me.

Love,

Jazzy

You're looking at yourself in the mirror and this is the sixth outfit you've tried on after dressing our little girls. You look terrified and nervous so I walk up behind you and kissed the back of your neck softly as my arms wrap tightly around your waist to reassure you that everything will be just fine. You smile sweetly at me through the mirror and softly speak, "Do I look okay?" I give you a strong smile and gently kiss your head and whisper in your ear in the best seductive voice I can give you, "Yes you do, but you'd look better naked, under me, and sweaty while you scream my name." You laugh loudly and your cheeks turn a cute shade of pink even though you faithfully believe that ethnic people don't blush, "Baby I'm serious I need to impress my abuela." You have been preparing for this moment for months.

We're going back to Lima for Thanksgiving and your abuela is going to be there. She never accepted us. You two started talking again after you were on the news for recognition on being one of the best lawyers in all of the East Coast. Although she wasn't there for our wedding you put that aside and forgave her. She didn't come to the hospital with your mother, father, sister and brother when Valerie was born even if that was our first born. She told you she wasn't feeling so well to be on a plane for three hours. You said you understood but I could see it in your eyes you were hurt when she didn't walk through the door with your family holding an "It's a girl" balloon like everyone else was. You always admired the way my grandmother is so involved in our lives. Your abuela doesn't think of me as Valerie's mother because I didn't physically have her but I know that isn't true. I am as much as Valerie's mother as you are.

It killed you inside when she didn't show up again two years later when I gave birth to Ava. You are so close to my grandmother that it somewhat fills that hole inside of you where your abuela should fill. I am not a fan of your abuela but I never let you know that even though I am sure you know. You were so surprised when she called you and asked if you would like to spend Thanksgiving at her house in Lima this year instead of my moms. You didn't stop talking about it for weeks and I was really happy for you.

I turn you around and pull you in for a sweet long kiss and whisper against your lips, "If I wasn't already married to you San, I'd marry you right now. You look stunning." You wrapped your arms around me, "I love you so much baby." I smile back "I love you too" We hear little footsteps walking across the floor and they get closer as our smiles get bigger. It's Valerie and Ava holding hands as they join in on our hug. You let out an adorable giggle and it's moments like these where I think my heart is going to explode with love. We are driving to Lima because Ava is afraid of heights and you didn't think we should try if she was afraid.

We are now down the street and you're tapping your foot at a rapid pace as your voice comes out barely a whisper "I'm scared." I laced your fingers between mine and brought your hand up to my lips and kissed your hand softly. "I know. I am right here every step okay? If things go wrong we are always welcome at my moms remember?" I knew that would make you feel a little better and you nodded and smiled a little, "I know." I pulled into the driveway and you took a deep breath. "I'll get Ava." I leaned over to you and kissed you deeply then pulled away and got out of the car the same time you did. I wish you didn't look so nervous. Just as we were walking up the front porch steps the door swung open. It was your mom.

She whispered trying not to wake the girls, "Oh my gosh I have missed you both so much!" She kissed your head and then Eva's then mine then Valerie's. She closed the door and took a step closer to us, "Don't look so nervous querida. She will warm up once she sees what a gorgeous wife and kids you have." You smiled at that comment and so did I. Your mom is so wonderful. She opened the door then we all walked in your old house where you would switch back from your mothers to your abuelas. and I couldn't hold in my smile because we both have so many memories here as teenagers. Your abuela walked into the living room where we were and she eyed me carefully as I played with Valeries long raven hair while she slept. Your mom took Ava from you and sat next to me and looked at me and smiled brightly. She really missed us. You and your abuela walked into the kitchen. I could see you two through the mirror and I know it is wrong but me and your mom are eavesdropping. From the mirror I can see you and her hugging and I smile at that because I know it means a lot to you.

You two sit at the same table where you first came out to her and you two are having light conversation and for a moment it's good. I hear her voice again but this time she is speaking in spanish. "Usted vino aqui con Brittany?" your smile quickly faded and so did your moms. I really wish I understood what she just said. You cleared your throat "Si...Ella es mi esposa." Her face was hard, "Ella es la celebración de Valerie como ella es la madre." You stood up "Porque ella es Valerie's madre abuela." You looked like you were ready to cry as you walked into the living room. Your mom spoke quickly, "I will go bring the girls upstairs so they can sleep okay?"

I handed Valerie to her as your abuela walked out of the house and shut the door and I wrapped my arms around you as you sat next to me and your face was in my neck as I felt warm tears fall on my shoulder. I know what you need right now is for me to just hold you so that is what I'll do. You whispered "She actually asked why I brought you. She even had the nerve to ask why you were holding Val like she was your daughter." I didn't want to say anything rude but I know this weekend is going to be a long one but I promise you that I will do everything I can to make her realize that we are a wonderful family.

Almost forgot about the translation!

" Usted vino aqui con Brittany" means "So you came with Brittany?"

"Si...Ella es mi esposa" means "Well yeah, she is my wife."

"Ella es la celebración de Valerie como ella es la madre" means "She's holding Valerie like she is her mother."

"Porque ella es Valerie's madre abuela!" Because she IS Valerie's mother grandma!