'While there is time,

Let's go out and feel everything,

If you hold me,

I will let you into my dreams,

For time is a river rolling into nowhere...'

Emma opened her eyes and listened intensely to the music coming from downstairs. She could hear Regina's voice blend with the singer's, and she thought to herself that this was the best fucking way to be awakened.

'We must live while we can,

And we'll drink our cup of laughter.

The finer things keeps shining through,

The way my soul gets lost in you.

The finer things I feel in me!

The golden dance life could be...'

Emma chuckled to herself as she rolled out of bed and left the bedroom. Coming into the hallway, she could smell both coffee and something sweet. Pancakes?

She made it downstairs and found Regina in front of the stove. She was indeed making pancakes. She had just flipped the last one onto a plate and now she was leaving the frying pan to cool down before washing it. Her hips were elegantly swaying back and forward, and she was loudly singing along to 'Finer Things'.

Emma felt perfectly happy with lurking in the doorway. Regina was wearing a tanktop and a pair of little pajama shorts. Her long legs were exposed. Her hair was hanging loose and a tad messily down her back. She looked beautiful. And to top of this image of perfection, Emma saw how she rubbed her round belly as she kept singing and dancing. But then she suddenly turned around and faced Emma.

"Good morning," Emma said a tad sheepishly over having been caught lurking.

"'The finer things keeps shining through,'" Regina sang as a greeting. "'The way my soul gets lost in you...'" she crooked a finger at Emma and made a 'come hither'-motion.

Emma chuckled as she willingly walked towards her energetic and happy girlfriend. As soon as she was within reach, Regina took her hand and spun her around. Apparently, they were the kind of couple who danced in the kitchen now. Emma was completely fine with that. And she was particularly fine when Regina interrupted her singing and leaned in for a quick kiss instead. After having kissed Emma, she spun her around again and effortlessly caught her by the hands.

"Someone's in a good mood today," Emma grinned.

"'We go so fast, why don't we make it last,'" Regina sang. "'Life is glowing inside you and me! Please take my hand, right here where I stand! Won't you come out and dance with me...'"

"At all times," Emma quipped and mock yelped when she found herself being spun around once more. Regina really was in an excellent mood today. It was lovely to see.

Regina pressed her palms against Emma's, and Emma playfully lifted their hands high in the air. Regina laughed and kept on singing: "'And lovers try, 'till they get the best of night! And come morning, they are tangled up in the light. So time is a river, rolling into nowhere! And they love while they can, and they think about the night so sweet. The finer things keeps shining through, the way my soul gets lost in you! The finer things I feel in me, the golden dance life could be...'"

Emma smiled so wide her cheeks hurt. This moment, dancing in the kitchen with Regina for no reason was definitely one of the 'finer things'. Regina was all happy and playful as she lifted her finger and booped Emma's nose once, causing her to laugh.

"You know, we should do this more often," Emma commented.

Regina stopped singing for a moment to say: "we dance all the time, querida."

"I meant as the first thing in the morning," Emma quipped and felt all sneaky when she was the one to spin Regina around.

Regina laughed happily. "You know what?"

"What?"

"I think Blueberry is dancing too," the younger woman chuckled. "I can feel it. Right... here." she touched a spot just below her belly button.

"Oh man," Emma said as she immediately let her hand wander to the spot on Regina's belly even though she couldn't feel anything yet. "I'm so jealous! I wish I could feel it too."

"Soon, querida, soon," Regina smiled. She tapped a finger against her stomach. "Takes the term 'belly dancing' to a completely new level."

"Wow. That was a terrible joke," Emma laughed.

Regina pouted. "It was a great joke!"

"No. Really it wasn't. But it was a cute one for sure." Emma gave her belly a soft little pet. "Hi there, Blue. How's it hanging? You all warm and comfy in there?"

Regina giggled. "That sounds kinda... bruta."

"It is not bruta," Emma immediately protested. "No part of pregnancy is bruta."

"That is just not true," Regina half-laughed. "I could come up with several gross scenarios, but I won't because we're about to have breakfast."

They kept dancing as long as 'Finer Things' lasted, but when it stopped, and the radio in the kitchen switched to playing 'It's The End Of The World As We Know It', Regina looked deeply insulted.

"Looks like that concludes our dancing," Emma observed.

"Sí, looks like it," Regina agreed. "And just as well. I've made pancakes."

"I can see that. It's nice but you know you didn't have to, right?"

Regina shrugged. "I wanted to. I feel like you've been waiting on me hand and foot in the past four days I've been here."

"Not true," Emma claimed.

Regina raised an eyebrow.

"Okay, okay, so maybe I have been a little," Emma admitted. "But I wanted to, so it's all good, right?"

"You don't have to keep doing it, though," Regina said softly.

"I know." But Emma quietly thought to herself that she wasn't gonna stop pampering Regina anytime soon. She enjoyed spoiling her girlfriend rotten, and she was damn well going to continue the good work. That had been her life's mission since coming into that dressing room and seeing a very newly pregnant Regina half asleep by the vanity.

They settled by the table. It turned out that Regina hadn't only made pancakes. She had also made coffee, and Emma praised her for it. "You're like the best girlfriend ever," she said as she sunk her teeth into a golden pancake. It melted on her tongue. Perfect.

Regina snickered. "Just stick with me, kid."

Emma gave her a playful little nudge and of course took the opportunity to push a lock of hair behind Regina's ear.

"What time are we leaving?" Regina asked eagerly.

"Right after breakfast," Emma replied and grinned. "You excited?"

"Sí!" Regina said immediately. "I've never had a spa treatment before. The closest thing I come to it, is a visit to the nail salon with Cora when I was seven." She wrinkled her nose. "It wasn't very successful."

"It wasn't?"

"Nah, Cora yelled at me because I wasn't acting 'ladylike'," Regina said without skipping her beat.

"Ah," Emma said and quickly quelled her urge to murder Cora. "Well, I assure you this will be better. The place offers all kind of things. Including prenatal massage."

"That sounds interesting," Regina said and tilted her head rather adorably. "Did you specifically google whether they had that?"

"I... I might have," Emma admitted not to sheepishly. "I wanted to make sure that there was something in it for you to since you can't go into jacuzzies or try any of those heated masks." Anything that could make Regina's temperature go up was off-limit. There was certain risks connected with getting overheated while pregnant. Chemical peels and rough scrubs were also no-no. But the prenatal massage was a very big yes-yes.

"That's very considerate of you," Regina complimented before growing slightly more mischievous: "so do you think I should get a waxing?"

"Uhh..." Emma accidentally snorted whilst having coffee in her mouth. Once done coughing she said: "no, I don't think your skin would appreciate that right now."

Regina made a face. "I might have it done anyway."

"Why?" Emma asked simply.

At that Regina scrunched up her nose. "Uhm... in case you haven't noticed, I'm... growing hair. In... places."

"No, I can honestly say that I have not noticed that," Emma said softly. She did not want Regina to feel insecure in anyway. "And I don't want you to do stuff that hurts."

Regina shot her a look that was an interesting mixture of sympathy and amusement. "Emma, querida. You do realize that I have to give birth, right? Now, I'm not trying to alarm you or anything... But I have a distinct feeling that is in fact going to hurt."

"Alright, smartass," Emma scoffed. "I know giving birth hurts, alright? I'm preparing myself for it. Believe me, I'm reading all the books!"

Regina snickered. "You probably know more about the subject than I do."

"Hardly," Emma dismissed. "You've read books too, haven't you?"

"Too many." Regina made a face again. "And I was grossed out the entire time. So. Let's talk about something else. Like... What else can I have done at that spa?"

"Foot massage!" Emma said enthusiastically and grinned like the Cheshire cat. She was almost proud because she was able to offer Regina a professional foot massage. And she wasn't even the mastermind behind it. Ruby and Belle was.

"Ooooh," Regina cooed. "Keep talking."

"You'll get the opportunity to soak your feet for almost twenty minutes," Emma smirkingly told her girlfriend, utterly enjoying the way Regina's eyes shone. "Exfoliate. Foot scrub. Another foot massage. This time focusing on the bottom of your feet. And if you bat those big brown eyes at the massage-expert, you can probably get them to massage your ankles too."

Regina grinned cunningly.

"And then of course there's the whole nail polish thing," Emma continued. "Completely with toe separators and everything. By the time you're done, you'll have the nicest feet in Maine."

"That sounds nice. I'll be looking forward to that," Regina said and tipped her little bottle with prenatal vitamins so she could pop one of them into her mouth.

"And don't forget about the facials," Emma continued as Regina downed the little pill with some orange juice. "That's something you can totally do too."

"New level in our relationship," Regina joked. "You've never seen me in a mud-mask before."

"I'll definitely drink to that!" Emma lifted her cup of coffee. "Cheers, beautiful girl."

"Salud, mi amor," Regina smiled as she lifted her glass of orange juice and clinked it with Emma's cup of coffee.

Once breakfast was done, they cleaned the kitchen and then went upstairs to shower. A perfectly innocent co-shower that for once didn't lead to anything beyond a bit of kissing and a few belly rubs curtsey of Emma.

Then they got dressed. The weather looked nippy, so they wrapped up warmly for once. Emma was dreaming of Spanish sunshine and light sundresses as she got dressed in her usual jeans, tanktop and hoodie.

Regina looked as cute as a button in her long red sweater. Her belly was sticking out adorably, and Emma found it really, really hard to keep her hands to herself. Meaning that she wanted to touch Regina's belly all the time. But she had vowed to herself not to do this. Girlfriends or not, it was Regina's body, and Emma more than respected that Regina would want to have her belly in peace once in a while.

"There," Regina said and eyed herself in the mirror once done tying her hair back in a ponytail. "I don't think it'll get much better than this."

"You look adorable."

Regina's nose scrunched up and she puffed out her cheeks as she looked at herself in the mirror. "¡Soy enorme!"

"You are adorable," Emma firmly repeated. Yes, Regina was bigger than she once was, that could not be denied. But she big in the most beautiful, cute way imaginable. She was all belly.

"It'll only get worse," Regina sighed and rubbed her belly.

"More of you to love," Emma reminded her as she gently wrapped her arms around Regina from behind.

"You're very sweet," Regina chuckled. "And we're pretty much ready to go, aren't we?"

"Yup, pretty much."

"Great. I just have to make two phone calls real quickly. Is that alright?"

"Knock yourself out," Emma joked as she went over to the bed and dramatically flopped down on it. "I'll just be lounging right here."

Regina rolled her eyes.

It turned out that the first phone call Regina had to make was one that was in vain. Neither Sofía nor Alessandra were picking up. "They must be busy," Regina concluded as she tapped on her phone. "I'll try dad then. If he doesn't pick up either, I'll get really insulted!"

Emma chuckled. "Hell hath no fury like a pregnant woman scorned, huh?"

"Sí, something like that," Regina nodded as she dialed her dad's number and brought the phone up to her ear. She made a point of exaggerating as she waited. She rolled her dark eyes and wrapped a strand of hair around her fingers. Shifted her weight.

"You are so extra," Emma teased.

"I'm Latina," Regina said with that deadpan dry humor she mastered so beautifully. If it hadn't been because she currently was dialing her father, Emma would have told her that she was dreadfully sexy. Pregnancy had clearly turned Regina's sass-o-meter up with a few billion degrees.

Now the blonde settled for a: "not picking up either, huh?"

"He better," Regina said mock-seriously. "He's the one to constantly text and call me. Which of course is sweet, and I appreciate it a lot."

"You're such a daddy's girl," Emma said warmly. "It's adorable."

Regina looked like she could have come up with another deadpan answer, but then her face lit up in a smile as she said: "Hola papi! ¿Cómo estás?". Henry's answer was clearly a positive one. Regina's smile widened. "Eso suena bien. Sí, yo también lo estoy haciendo bien. Muy bien." One of her hands wandered up to cradle her belly. "Mhmm. Sí. Nosotras vamos a- ¿Que? De Verdad? Interesante."

Emma cocked her head. She too found this to be 'interesante'. She was particularly interested in why Regina was currently frowning like that. She looked a bit too serious for a chitchat with her dad.

Then Regina laughed. A very soft laughter. "Bueno, ese no es mi problema. No estoy ahí. Y para cuando llegue a casa, probablemente no estará interesada en mí. No estoy preocupada en absoluto." She straightened her back. "Lo que elija hacer Marian no es mi problema."

Marian. Emma's hands automatically clenched into fists. What had that bitch done now?!

"Tengo que irme, papi. Emma y yo vamos al spa hoy. Te llamaré mañana. Si. Si. Lo prometo.Te amo también . Sí, le diré a Emma que dijiste hola. Adiós." With that Regina concluded the conversation and slipped the phone back in her little purse. "Daddy sends his love," she told Emma.

"Thanks. What was that about Marian?" Emma asked quickly.

"Oh, that," Regina lifted her shoulders slightly. "Apparently, my dad has seen her daytime drink in the bar I work in."

"That bitch!" Emma spat. "That hag! What's she trying to do? Threaten you? Is she attempting to somehow intimate you or what?!"

"If that's the case, she's not doing a very good job seeing that I'm not home. And I don't think I would be drinking either if I was trying to intimidate someone," Regina said lightly.

Emma measured her girlfriend from head to toe. "You sound very calm about this."

Regina lifted her shoulders again. "You know what? I actually feel kind of sorry for her..."

"What?!" Emma snapped. "She slapped-"

"Lo sé," Regina gently interrupted. "Lo sé, but still... I can't imagine what it must be like to be in her position. Being married to a man who doesn't even as much as blink before he lies about his marital status to get in bed with a waitress he barely knows. I know I'm guilty in that matter too. Jumping to bed with a strange guy, not exactly my finest move. But still, I believe I am less guilty than he is. I was a single woman. And I had no reason to believe he lied about whether he was married or not. Maybe I should have asked more thoroughly, but he still fucked up more than I did. And Marian is married to that pig. She must have been completely devastated when she found what he did to her. Maybe it wasn't the first time. And while I definitely don't condone her coming after me-" she chuckled dryly. "I think I understand why she's doing it. I'm a stranger. It's easy to be mad at stranger. Maybe she doesn't believe that I didn't know he was married. Or perhaps Robin has lied and claimed that I did know. I wouldn't put it past him to lie about every little thing that could potentially cover his ass just a little. He's a cheater and a liar. And someone who have no qualms about suggesting abortion like he would ask what's for dinner. He had the nerve to tell me not to bother his family when he's the one who has torn his family apart. He didn't give two shits about his wife or son when he went to bed with me. He had absolutely no problem with betraying Marian. So yeah, I feel sorry for her."

"You are too good," Emma said as she walked over and gave Regina hug and a kiss on the cheek. "But honey, she hit you. And if I ever see her again, I'm gonna kick her ass all the way to Barcelona!"

Regina chuckled. "Let's hope it won't come to that. Let's hope she'll find another bar to daytime drink in, and-" she frowned slightly. "We should get going! I don't wanna miss my massage!"

"No, that would be awful," Emma half-joked and took Regina by the hand. "Come on, mi amor, let's get going!"

Regina laughed as they left the bedroom and went down the stairs.

Emma was of course worried about the whole Marian situation, but for right now, she pushed that worry aside so she could have a good time with her girlfriend...

It had been a while since Emma last had been at the spa, but it looked exactly as nice as it always did. She and Regina were welcomed by a smiling receptionist who pointed them to a room where they could change into a robe and slippers. Emma had been tempted to fuss and ask the receptionist that no one treated Regina with something that involved harsh chemicals, but then she remembered that Regina was perfectly capable of saying that herself. Emma had to stop acting like an overprotecting fool. Difficult since she was still fuming because of Marian's reappearance.

"I want to wear this every day," Regina stated simply as she wiggled her slipper-clad feet. "I don't think my feet has ever been more comfortable."

Emma chuckled. "They're about to be even more comfortable later when we're having our feet rubbed. What do you wanna do first? Facial?"

"That sounds good. My face could use some attention."

"Your face is beautiful," Emma dismissed. "But we might as well take advantage of everything since we're given the full treatment, right?"

"Mhmm," Regina said and pushed her bottom lip out just a little as she reached up and touched her right cheek. "Espinillas".

"You do not have any espinillas. That's all in your head. Your skin is literally glowing."

"Cliché," Regina accused. She stopped poking her skin and decided: "you know what, I think I might get that wax treatment anyway."

"Alright. It's your decision," Emma said and bit her tongue not to start yapping on about sensitive skin.

"I need a pair of these to walk around in at home," Regina half-chuckled as she looked down at the fussy slippers covering her feet. "My feet has never been happier."

"I'll buy you a pair," Emma joked.

Regina huffed. "You will not! Our relationship hasn't reached the slipper state yet!"

"What's the slipper state?" Emma asked, half curious, half amused.

"Never heard of the kind of relationship where the wife receives slippers for her birthday?" Regina asked dryly. "And the husband receives a new tie or something equally boring. That's a slipper state."

"Well," Emma chuckled and gave Regina's hand a little squeeze. "Good thing there are no husbands here then. And no wives either for that matter..."

Regina blushed a little. "You know what I mean. I was not talking about-"

"I know. I'm just teasing."

"Well, you shouldn't. Teasing a pregnant woman is a sin."

"Right. Got it," Emma grinned and then they headed out to their first treatment...

Their first treatment was indeed a facial. Emma could not remember the last time she had simply laid down and let someone else pamper her. This was absolute heaven.

Regina more than agreed. She was still comfortable with lying on her back, and every time Emma turned her head to peek at her, Regina looked like she was close to melting. Emma looked over there quite a lot. She received a little bit of scolding for it, actually, and of course that prompted Regina to chuckle and tease her.

"You'll end up getting tensions in your neck, querida. You're supposed to relax. Not look at me all the time."

"I'm relaxing best when I'm looking at you."

"Cute," Regina said dryly. "Close your eyes and relax, querida."

Emma obeyed and closed her eyes. Found it to be very relaxing as the beautician gently massaged products into her skin. It felt very nice to just lie here and be pampered. Not thinking about anything. Not even Marian and her shenanigans. But of course everything just felt a little bit better when she felt Regina reach out and take her hand. Fortunately enough, their beds weren't very far apart.

"Now this is proper couple spa," Emma said happily. She had never been to a couple spa before.

"Sí, it's very nice. I wanna do this every day," Regina joked.

"If it was possibly, I'd find a way to make it happen, babe."

"The baby is kicking," Regina stated plainly.

"Really? Right now?"

"No, tomorrow. Yes, right now," Regina laughed.

"Look who's getting sassy," Emma commented. "I like it. But seriously, the baby's kicking right now?"

"Mhmm. I mean, it's only these little flutter kicks, but still, I'm pretty sure that's what it is. I don't think I have popcorn popping inside me. Just a baby. And apparently a very happy one too."

"The kid can probably sense that you're feeling good," Emma said gently. She heard shuffling, and when she opened her eyes, she was surprised to see that Regina was the one who had turned her head this time.

"You really think that?" she asked softly.

"Yeah, I mean, isn't the baby supposed to be hearing and everything by now?"

"Sí. And sucking his thumb."

"Really?"

"Mhmm. Maybe he'll do it at the next ultrasound. That could be kinda fun. For Alessandra and Sofía too."

"Right." Emma turned her head, closed her eyes and feigned relaxation. But actually, she was only thinking about the little word Regina had just said twice. Him.

When their facial was done, Emma swore her skin was baby smooth and soft. Of course Regina had to feel that for herself, so she sweetly brushed her own cheek against Emma's. She confirmed that it indeed felt soft, and Emma told her that the same was the case for her cheek.

Then they had that leg massage. If Regina had looked happy during the facial, she looked completely euphoric during this. The masseuse rubbed her sore ankles and calfs and even gave her a few tips on how to relieve sore and swollen ankles. Regina lapped it all up. She claimed that she needed all the advices she could get.

"You can just leave me right here and come back tomorrow," she joked.

The masseuse laughed.

"That good, huh? Maybe I can pick up some tips."

"Yes, maybe. What are we gonna do afterwards? Are you gonna sit in the jacuzzi?"

"Hmm," Emma chewed the inside of her cheek. "I dunno..."

Regina raised an eyebrow. "You don't wanna sit in the jacuzzi? I don't think I've ever heard anyone say no do that."

"I like the jacuzzi," Emma assured. "But I don't like that I can't have you with me in it."

"Oh," Regina chortled. "Querida, I want you to sit in the jacuzzi, okay? This is your birthday present. Of course you should do everything."

"But what about you?" Emma asked pathetically.

"I..." Regina said and smirked. "Am going to have that prenatal massage. And it is going to be fantástica. So as you can hear, I don't even need you..."

"Why, you little..." Emma did not finish the sentence and laughed heartedly instead. Regina really was particularly sassy today. It was incredibly sexy. Emma got sidetracked.

Regina made a little humming sound as the masseuse started working on her calfs again. She wiggled a little.

"Sorry about that," the masseuse said. "I'll be a little gentler."

"I'm the one who's the problem," Regina half-joked. "My feet and legs are pretty sore."

"I know the feeling," the blonde masseuse nodded. "During my fourth pregnancy, my ankles were so sore all the time."

"Fourth pregnancy?" Regina said and sounded equally impressed and scared. "Wow!"

"Yeah, I was so done being pregnant afterwards," the masseuse chuckled. "Is this your first?"

"Uhm..." Regina wiggled a little and one of her hands wandered to her belly. "Yeah."

"Congratulations," the masseuse smiled. "This is a special time for you."

"Yeah, I guess you could say that," Regina said vaguely.

Emma quickly scanned her girlfriend's face to see if she was upset. Regina's face was pretty unreadable. She almost looked a bit thoughtful...

After their leg message, Emma and Regina parted ways. Emma changed into the bikini she had brought with her and went towards the jacuzzi. Regina disappeared with another masseuse who was an expert in prenatal massage. Regina looked quite excited about it, and that pleased Emma. If anyone had deserved a day of pampering, it was Regina.

Emma tried not to think about Marian as she sat and soaked in the jacuzzi, but man it was hard! Regina might feel sorry for her, but Emma sure as hell didn't. She did not feel sorry for anyone who had harmed Regina physically or mentally. And Marian just so happened to fall into the first category. That little.

No. Emma shook her head. She was supposed to relax. Have a great time and enjoy her birthday present. It was very thoughtful of Ruby and Belle to give her this. And even more so do give her a gift that included Regina. They probably knew by now that Emma preferred doing everything with Regina. She chuckled to herself and hoped that Regina's prenatal massage thing was everything it was cracked up to be. She had so been looking forward to it.

"I don't think Vermont is any better than this," Emma mused out loud. Maybe her parents were having a great time in Vermont, but they surely couldn't be having a better time that she was right now. She was literally so relaxed. So comfy. She was sitting in a jacuzzi, surrounded by warm water. Her skin was soft and baby smooth. Her leg muscles had been replaced with jelly. Or so it felt. That massage had really been effective. And most important, she had Regina here. Well, perhaps not in this jacuzzi, but she was here in Storybrooke, and that was fucking awesome! She still had three days left in Storybrooke, and Emma had a feeling that those were gonna be three awesome days. Saying goodbye to Regina would of course be hard, it always was. But maybe Emma would go back to Spain with her. She could do that. Just for three or four days before going to New York to meet up with that gallery-owner.

Emma tipped her head back and closed her eyes. God, she was so relaxed. Being in this tub almost felt like floating, and she wondered if Regina was floating just as much during that massage. Did Blueberry kick a lot during a prenatal massage? She would have to ask Regina about that later. Emma so wished that she too could feel the baby kicking, but she reminded herself to be patient. It wouldn't be that long before she would be able to feel the baby kick. That would be an amazing experience, Emma was sure of that. She had never felt a baby kick before...

She exhaled and allowed herself to slip further into that relaxed state she was in. This. Was. Absolute. Heaven...

"Hola, querida!"

"Holy crap!" Emma exclaimed and nearly ended up with her head under water as she scrambled to sit in a normal position. She had totally fallen asleep in the jacuzzi. Woops.

"Good thing I came by," Regina frowned and sat down in one of the deck chairs that were placed next to the jacuzzi. "You could have drowned."

"Sorry. Won't happen again. How was the massage?"

"Oh, it was fantastic!" Regina beamed. "It was really, really good! And she even gave me a little bit of a neck massage afterwards. It was heaven. Seriously, you have to talk to her and pick up some tips!"

"Aww, did you fall a little bit in love in there?" Emma joked.

"Mhmm," Regina chuckled. "Absolutely. How's the jacuzzi?"

"Sleep inducing. Be grateful you can't be in here. You would have fallen asleep just like that," Emma snapped her fingers to emphasize.

"Sounds dangerous," Regina nodded. "I guess I'll just stay right here and look at you. That's not too bad either. You look so nice in that bikini, querida."

"Flirt," Emma accused and snickered. This had been a good day...

To Be Continued...

(A/N: the attentive reader will notice that the chapters has become somewhat shorter and more domestic. That is because we're buckling up for some more drama. Stay tuned)

Spanish translations:

bruta= gross

Salud, mi amor= Cheers, my love.

¡Soy enorme!= I'm huge!

"Hola papi! ¿Cómo estás?= Hey daddy, how are you?

Eso suena bien. Sí, yo también lo estoy haciendo bien. Muy bien= That sounds good. Yes, I am doing well too. very good.

Sí. Nosotras vamos a- ¿Que? De Verdad? Interesante= Yes. We are going to- What? Really? Interesting.

Bueno, ese no es mi problema. No estoy ahí. Y para cuando llegue a casa, probablemente no estará interesada en mí. No estoy preocupada en absoluto= Well that's not my problem. I'm not there. And by the time I get home, she probably won't be interested in me. I am not worried at all.

Lo que elija hacer Marian no es mi problema= What Marian chooses to do is not my problem.

Tengo que irme, papi. Emma y yo vamos al spa hoy. Te llamaré mañana. Si. Si. Lo prometo. Te amo también . Sí, le diré a Emma que dijiste hola. Adiós= I have to go, daddy. Emma and I are going to the spa today. I will call you tomorrow. Yes. Yes. I promise. I love you too . Yes, I'll tell Emma you said hello. Goodbye.

Lo sé= I know.

Espinillas= pimples.