Isa's POV:
I sighed, as I took a clean dish towel before dowsing it in rubbing alcohol, and turning to help Cris clean the cut on his lower lip and right eyebrow, and right cheek bone.
"Ahh!" He groaned, wincing in pain.
"Perdon," I muttered as I wiped a few drops of blood from the cuts. (Sorry.)
I still couldn't believe what Edward had done. At my father's repast, no less.
Was this the same man I had fallen in love with all those years ago? He seemed like a stranger now.
I knew who he was calling a bitch, yet I didn't bother to take action even as I watched him leave. I was too tired of his presence in my life. So, I decided to let him leave, and just get on with my life.
I didn't expect Cris, or anyone else for that matter, to react the way he did.
I watched in horror as Edward threw the first punch at Cris, hitting him in the shoulder. Then proceeded to beat the ever-living crap out of each other, until Gio and a few of his teammates separated them.
"Ouch!" He cried out as I accidentally touched a tender part on his face.
"¡Oh Dios, lo siento mucho! ¿Te lastimé mucho?" I asked, stepping back from the close proximity we suddenly found ourselves in. (Oh God, I am so sorry! Did I hurt you a lot?)
He gave me a tight smile, "Estoy bien, no me lastimaste demasiado. Estaré bien. Está un poco tierno por los golpes que me dio." He replied, wincing at me. (I am fine, you didn't hurt me too bad. I'll be okay. It is just a little tender because of the hits he gave me.)
"Siento mucho que él te haya lastimado. Juro que no sabía que vendría el aquí. Simplemente no quiere dejarme a mí ni a mis hijos solos. Simplemente ya no sé qué hacer." I quickly said, looking down at my own bandaged hands, wincing at the memory from earlier. (I'm so sorry that he hurt you. I swear I didn't know he was coming here. He just doesn't want to leave me or my children alone. I just don't know what to do anymore.)
The scraping of the chair on the floor caused me to look up as he walked over to me.
"Escucha, dulzura, no eres responsable de las decisiones que él ha tomado. Fueron las decisiones de él, no las tuyas. En cuanto a que me lastime, bueno, esa también fue mi decisión, así que tampoco te preocupes por eso." He said as he pulled me into a comforting hug. (Listen, sweetness, you are not responsible for the decisions that he has made. Those were his decisions, not yours. As for him hurting me, well that was my decision too, so don't worry about that either.)
I sighed, relaxing slightly as he held me. All day today my family has been treating me like I could break. With him, I felt the comfort I so desperately needed.
It made me wonder if there was something wrong with me. Or if he was some sort of hechicero. (Sorcerer)
"¿Cómo haces eso?" I asked, with a sigh. (How do you do that?)
"¿Que?" He asked, as he placed his cheek on the top of my head. (What?)
"Me calmaste y me hiciste sentir más enraizada de lo que me he sentido desde que regresé aquí.." I replied, pressed my ear to his chest. (You calmed me down and made me feel more grounded than I've felt since I came back here.)
He sighed again, "Eso es bueno, no me gustó verte así." He replied, honestly. (That's good, I didn't like seeing you like that.)
"¿Cómo?" I asked lifting my head to look up at him. (How?)
"Triste. Cuando llorabas era como si toda felicidad hubiera desaparecido. Es lo opuesto a verte sonreír. Me gusta verte sonreír, hace que parezca que tu sonrisa ilumina la habitación en la que estás." He said, giving me a small smile. (Sad. When you were crying it was as if all happiness had disappeared. It's the opposite of watching you smile. I like to see you smile, it makes it seem like your smile lights up the room you're in.)
"¿En serio?" I asked him, frowning slightly. (Really?)
He nodded, giving me a nervous smile.
As we stared into each other's eyes, it was as if time had slowed, and nothing seemed to matter but the sudden spark and pull that had appeared between us.
He was so tall compared to me, my head barely hit the middle of his sternum, which caused me to bite my lip as I debated on whether or not to kiss him. Ignore whatever is happening between us and away from him.
Before I could think too hard I heard him groan, and lean down, unwinding one of the arms he had around me to cup my face and bring his lips down to mine.
I gasp in surprise, before relaxing into the kiss and further into his embrace, reaching up to wrap my arms around his neck.
This kiss is nothing I have ever experienced. It is tender, soft, fervent and knee-weakening yet has unspoken promise in it.
It made me breathless, and feeling as if my entire body had been lit on fire. As we pressed ourselves closer to each other.
The sudden gasp at the entrance of the room causes us to spring apart, flushing as we turn to look at the unexpected intrusion wide-eyed.
"¿Estaba interrumpiendo algo aquí?" Gio asked, with a raised brow, as he crossed his arms over his chest. (Was I interrupting something here?)
I gave him an embarrassingly wide smile, and a slow head shake.
"Tu hermana te está Buscando …" He told me, gesturing to the room behind him. (Your sister is looking for you…)
I bit my lower lip, fighting the urge to look over at Cris before I nodded and walked out of the room.
As I reached my sister's location, she looked up from her phone wide-eyed, as I approached her.
She quickly excused herself from the family's conversation and grabbed my arm, pulling me into another room.
"¿Besaste a Cristiano?" She asked, rather loudly, in amusement. (You kissed Cristiano?)
I winced, biting my lip before nodding in response and licking my lips. Smiling slightly as I tasted him on my lips.
"¿Como pasó? ¿Cuándo sucedió? ¿Quién lo inició? Maldita sea, Sergio tenía razón." She rushed, looking excited for a second. (How did it happen? When did it happen? Who initiated it? Damn, Sergio was right.)
"¡Woah, woah, woah! Cálmate. Sucedió mientras le ayudaba a limpiar sus cortadas en la cocina. Él lo inició ... ¿Y qué diablos quieres decir con que Sergio tenía razón?" I asked, with a frown. (Woah, woah, woah! Take it easy. It happened while I was helping him clean up his cuts in the kitchen. He started it ... and what the hell do you mean Sergio was right?)
She smiled brilliantly at me before sighing. "Sergio dijo que Cristiano parecía bastante interesado de ti, y cree que tú le corresponde. Pero ustedes dos aún no se habían dado cuenta. ¿Supongo que ustedes dos se dieron cuenta ahora?" She questioned with a smile. (Sergio said that Cristiano seemed rather interested with you, and believes that you correspond to him. But you two still hadn't realized it. I guess you two figured it out now?)
"Déjame adivinar qué apostaste cuando nos daríamos cuenta?" I guessed, with a raised brow. (Let me guess you bet on when we would realize it?)
She smiled, before tapping her nose with her pointer finger. "Precisamente." She replied. (Precisely)
"Que gano?" I asked, raising a brow. (What did he win?)
She sighed, "Podemos seguir intentando tener una niña." She replied, calmly. (We can keep trying to have a girl.)
"Bueno, no te veo saltando de alegría." I commented. (Well, I don't see you jumping for joy.)
She shrugged in response before we both turned to look towards the door.
With the topic dropped, the tension slowly evaporated and we were able to have a pleasant night remembering my dad and his life. While eating and drinking some of his favorite foods.
We all woke up with massive headaches the next morning.
But that wasn't what bothered me.
What bothered me was waking up in one of the guest rooms of my parents home under a warm muscular arm, and a nose nuzzling my neck.