Hello! This is a blooming romance between Six/Rex. I do not own Generator Rex MOA does. If I DID own Generator Rex, it would go like this:
Six awoke rather early the following morning, but that was part of the plan. Today was Frederico's birthday. It was the day of a grand fiesta. The agent yawned, hoping that it would be followed by a nice, peaceful siesta. He let out a rich chuckle when he saw that his frilly pink apron was hanging on the door. Apparently it was too much to ask to escape that hideous thing…
Six stretched and placed a kiss on Rex's temple. His young love muttered something about neutering EVO bunnies and turned over. Six snorted in amusement and got out of bed to grab a shower. He knew that it was only a matter of time before one of the women decided to put him to work…
He stepped out of their room donning a pair of olive green cargo shorts, a tight black T-shirt, and his ridiculous apron over his shoulder. The agent frowned, feeling very uncomfortable without his suit or even his swat uniform at the very least… He yawned as he followed his nose to the kitchen.
Six frowned as his world suddenly became a lot brighter…
Abuela was staring up at him with his sunglasses in hand
"You don't need these inside," she stated firmly as she stuffed them in the pocket of her apron.
The agent sighed, "Yes ma'am."
Six had wanted to protest but from the look on her face, he decided that it might be best to keep his mouth shut. Rex wouldn't be too trilled if he found out that he had heated argument over his sunglasses with his beloved Abuela…
Six sighed… It was so much easier when he didn't care about others and how his actions affected them off the battlefield.
"Almudena Belmonte, but please call me Abuela."
"Yes ma'am."
"Pay no mind to the women, particularly the single ones."
"…"
"They are very curious about Rex's new amor. Now put on your apron and we'll get to work on the mole pablano sauce."
Six smirked, "Yes ma'am."
Abuela didn't seem to be fazed in the least that Six had had a frilly pink apron.
'Perhaps Cesar told her…'
The door to the kitchen swung open and suddenly the agent became very aware that all eyes were on him… He stiffened up and frowned, feeling very much out of his element.
'What I wouldn't give for an EVO attack right about now…'
The women chattered amongst themselves. Six blushed and let out an aggravated sigh. He began to really wish that he had never bothered to learn Spanish…
"Mi, Rex tiene muy buen gusto! Su amante es tan guapo!"
"Puedo rebotar una moneda fuera de su culo…"
"Mira esos músculos!"
"Sus ojos son tan encantador!"
Six had actually taught himself Spanish more or less just incase he did actually find Rex's parents and had to explain that their son was safe and he missed them. Unfortunately Rafael and Violeta died in the Event…
The agent shoved such thoughts from his mind and listened to Abuela's every word. He very nearly jumped out of his skin when he felt a hand grab his ass. It was a small, feminine hand with long nails…
He looked behind him and saw a sultry woman in her thirties. She had raven curls to her waist and cat-like brown eyes with a hint of gold in them. Her lush full lips were painted crimson and pulled into a smirk…
Six soon heard angry footsteps stalking towards him and mentally prepared himself for an attack should it be an angry lover.
He was right…
It was an angry lover…
His.
Rex growled and wrapped his arms possessively around Six's waist and chest from behind. He got up on his toes and bit the agent's neck; sucking on the tender spot hard enough to leave a dark bruise the next morning.
"Es mío!" Rex ground out as he glared at the offending woman.
Six was equal parts mortified and aroused… He had no idea that his chéri could be so… Possessive. It was quite a turn on really. Though the extreme heat he felt on his cheeks overshadowed the pleasant throb in his loins. Six turned and glared at Rex only to be pressed up against the counter and pulled into a fiercely passionate kiss.
The Latino teen broke the kiss. The women stared at him in shock…
"Rex…" Six growled in a warning tone.
"What?" The young EVO innocently inquired.
"That was more than a bit uncalled for."
"So was beating up that waiter and getting us banned from that Italian restaurant on our first date."
Six sighed… He really had nothing to say to that. Neither he nor Rex grew up in particularly normal, happy circumstances. Though Six did the best he could to make sure that Rex at the very least had someone he could depend on…
They were both orphans. They both had lonely childhoods despite being surrounded by people. So it seemed only natural that the younger, more emotionally charged man would cling to him for comfort and love. Six himself, had somewhat matured beyond that point…
In this instance Rex's possessiveness was shocking and even a bit embarrassing, though not entirely unwelcomed… Six sighed and pressed a kiss to Rex's temple to let his chéri know that he was forgiven for his rash actions. Rex smiled and hugged him, rubbing his face against the older man's chest like a gigantic cat.
Abuela frowned, "Esperanza either keep your hands to yourself or go work on the fish tacos with Sperantia. Rex, please keep such… Affections… Behind closed doors."
"Yes Abuela," Rex said with a pout.
Rex looked to the small kitchen table that was just outside the kitchen. It wasn't the main dining area. It was more of a snack bar. He grabbed an apple and sat down.
Six shot Rex a look, "Why don't you go catch up with your family?"
His young love pouted but nodded in agreement, "Anyone else try that again you cut off their hand."
"…Agreed. Go. Make sure that Spirit gets breakfast and be sure to introduce her to the other children."
"Yes cariño," Rex muttered before stuffing the apple in his mouth and leaving.
Six shook his head at his beloved's lamentable lack of manners. The agent turned his attention back to the mole only to see that all eyes were on him.
"Uh…"
They returned to their work… There were whispers amongst the women; some so quiet he couldn't make them out… Others were just loud enough to make Six go red in the face. He groaned mentally and forced his attention back to what Abuela was saying about the ingredients for mole.
Six hated to admit it but he had a whole new level of respect for Abuela. A lot of different spices went into mole. Spices that needed to be ground… He watched as this tough as nails little old lady did it all by hand no less. She pointedly refused to use the spice grinder that the younger women seemed to be so fond of.
"The spices do not taste the same," she snapped.
"She's right you know," Six said, looking to Abuela for approval, "I always felt as though the metal taints the spices somehow, though that may be because all the hard work is taken out of it and it doesn't taste as rewarding in the end."
Abuela patted his arm, "You're a smart boy, Alejandro. Rex did good."
Six blushed and gave her an appreciative smile.
Callan and Cesar entered the kitchen with armfuls of groceries. The soldier gave Six a slightly playful glare. There was business behind that glare… It plainly stated that Six wasn't the only one leaving Mexico with Abuela's approval.
Esperanza must have been known as a flirt… She looked towards Callan who nearly jumped out of his skin when his normally private lover pulled him into a heated kiss. Six raised an eyebrow at Cesar's actions and noted that the dreaded tuning fork in his back pocket.
Esperanza sighed and returned to working with Sperantia.
Callan raised an eyebrow, "What was that all about, monkey?"
Cesar blushed at the use of his nickname…
'Two can play that game…' The scientist thought.
"Well, cowboy, Esperanza has a tendency to chase after taken men. I'm lettin' her know that you're mine and that I will use the tunin' fork on her and feed her to the coyotes if I have to."
A lazy smirk appeared on the amused soldier's face, "Well alright then. Just so you know you're startin' to sound like me."
"That's because you talk too much," Cesar said with an embarrassed blush dusting his cheeks.
Callan chuckled and kissed the younger man on his temple "Why don't you go catch up with family while I help out around here?"
"Sí. Sólo mantener un ojo en sus manos pulpo," the scientist cautioned in his native tongue.
Callan laughed, "Prometo no dejar que me moleste."
Six gave Callan a surprised look. He had no idea that his best friend could speak Spanish… Then again it probably came in handy somewhat considering he was dating a Salazar.
"Miquel. Why don't you help Fernanda with the mixiote?" Abuela said.
"Yes ma'am," Callan said with a grin.
Abuela sighed and stared at the blond cowboy with a bit of curiosity and apprehension.
Six had to smile at that. Adoptive or not, she was very much a grandmother to Cesar and Rex. Abuela worried over their safety and happiness.
"Callan is a good soldier," Six said, trying to appease her, "And an even better man. He looks after Cesar, protects him, keeps him grounded to reality somewhat. Just last year he nearly got trampled by an EVO trying to protect him."
Abuela seemed to relax; "I worry about my boys even when they are not around. Cesar in particular… He doesn't have the best taste in women but clearly he does better with men."
"I wasn't aware that Cesar dated women before."
"He did. I don't think they could keep up with his energy and his uniqueness."
"Callan's so down-to-earth and steadfast that I'm surprised that he can sometimes. But he seems to manage well enough. They don't argue quite so much now that Cesar approves of me."
"That's a relief and it's good to know that Cesar is doing his brotherly duty and looking after Rex's wellbeing. Those two were never particularly close due to the age difference. So tell me about this little girl of yours. I was surprised to discover that she was Rex's daughter and not Cesar's."
"Spirit was… She was in a facility where they experimented on EVOs. She was so abused and neglected that the only thing keeping her alive was her ability to heal. She was the only survivor. I grew attached to her as quickly as I had with Rex. It was Rex though who gave me the adoption papers. I was unable to find the adequate amount of information required to adopt her."
"How did he do that?"
"I'm not entirely sure…" Six admitted as he began mixing ingredients, "I think he used his powers to hack a couple of computers because most the files on the "patients" at the facility had been blacked out."
"Were they difficult children? Spirit and Rex?"
"Taking care of Rex as a child was difficult but I had Holiday, a friend of ours, to rely on. Admittedly she had more patience than I did at the time, but Rex would always go to me instead for some reason… Spirit was terrified of her. She was terrified of all scientists really. With the exception of Cesar of course… I was worried that I would be on my own with a traumatized little girl. But Rex chipped in. It started off small… You know, taking her shopping for clothes, reading her bedtime stories, getting her extra lessons in ballet, painting, and violin. Now, I can't imagine what it would've been like raising her without him."
"Ballet, painting, and violin?"
"Yes. Martial arts as well… There is an enemy that abducted her once before so Rex suggested that I teach her how to defend herself. She's a very good student."
"And Rex?"
"Er… Back then he just wanted freedom, which was understandable. Now… I think he gets a little distracted."
Six looked away trying to not think of the things Rex did while distracted. While the young EVO caught on to martial arts training fairly quickly he would often effectively end their lesson early one way or another… It typically ended with Six becoming so sexually frustrated that the young EVO would be flung onto his back one way or another and showered with kisses and possessive bites…
Abuela coughed.
"Uh…"
"Lets move onto the chicken shall we?"
"Y-Yes ma'am."
'He's going to be the death of me, I swear…' Six thought with a frown.
Rex tried… He really did.
Spirit had never played with children her own age before. She seemed to be terrified of doing it wrong. So while the other children played she stuck to the men, or rather the musicians. A handful of Rex's "uncles" made up a Mariachi band.
This was a whole new kind of music for Spirit and while she appreciated classical and jazz more, there was a certain beauty and loud chaos that this band produced. So naturally, rather than play with the children, she played music with the men in the pretty costumes.
Rex watched his little girl with a heavy heart… It wasn't normal for a little girl to only want to be with adults… Was she interested in the wisdom and knowledge that they had to pass down onto the next generation? Or was it because she took comfort in adults because she had been around them all her life and hadn't played with another child in the last five years?
'What if she never played with children? Her biological father sounded like a real asshole…'
BAM!
Rex was sprawled out on the ground…
He awoke to people staring at him, namely Spirit, whose little face wore a look a curiosity and concern.
"Dude! What happened?! One minute you were with us and the next I pass the ball and wam you're out like a light!" Frederico asked.
Rex sighed, "Nothing. I just have other things on my mind."
"Well your daughter has an amazing power. I mean it's so much more useful than being a werewolf…"
Spirit looked up at the wolf EVO with her dreaded puppy eyes…
Frederico chuckled in amusement at her curiosity and eagerness. He took a deep breath and shifted. The family had been doing this for so long that they found a way to shift without experiencing anything more than a dull ache. Shifting was really no big deal after a while, especially since they could usually control their actions while in this form.
Spirit stared up at the brown and black wolf EVO with its razor sharp teeth and gigantic claws. Frederico forgot himself momentarily and gave her a vicious growl before crouching down and getting ready to pounce. The little girl smiled serenely as she hugged the ferocious predator around the neck.
That snapped Frederico back into reality as he shifted back into a human. He was so thankful that they also found a way to keep their clothing during a shift… Frederico didn't want to know what Rex or Six would do to him if they thought he was "flashing" their daughter…
Spirit's arms were still around his neck. She pouted at first when she saw that he had returned to his human form, but the sad look in Frederico's eyes made her hug him tighter. The wolf EVO let out a sigh and hugged her in return.
"You need to talk to her about self-preservation… I almost forgot myself and wanted to eat her," Frederico admitted, handing his head in shame.
Rex's jaw dropped, "Mija! Why didn't you run away when he went all scary?!"
Spirit tilted her head to the side and signed, "Because he wasn't scary… I knew he wouldn't hurt me!"
They stared at her in shock…
"How?" Frederico asked.
"Because you're too nice to hurt me!"
Frederico chose not to dwell on it… He just let out a sigh and smiled, fondly messing up her tangled curls.
"Thanks Spirit."
"You're welcome! I have a present for you but you'll have to wait until later. It's a surprise!"
"Aw… You didn't have to. You barely know me."
"But you're part of papa's family so that makes you part of my family doesn't it?"
Frederico gave her a misty-eyed smile "I guess so… I guess we're all family here…"
Spirit nodded, "I'm going to go see how daddy's doing! I want to help too!"
She scampered off after packing up her violin and leaving it next to the rest of the musical instruments. Even Rex found it kind of disturbing that she shook off a potentially near-death experience and went skipping off towards the kitchen…
The Latino teen groaned and placed his head in his hands in an exhausted and exasperated manner, "She's going to be just like her daddy…"
"So? Find her a boy that's just like her papa!" Frederico said.
"Do straight men usually go for the strong silent type or like a woman stronger than them?"
"Er… We generally prefer to be the protectors…"
"Yeah…"
"Frederico! What are you trying to do? She's only seven so its…" Juan the Mariachi guitarist reprimanded.
"Ten," Rex corrected for the millionth time.
"Oh. She's only ten. Don't be so eager for her to grow up. At the rate Rex visits we might not see her until she's all grown up with children of her own!"
"…Sorry. Work puts a damper on family reunions. I'll try harder."
"Good boy. Now if you're so worried why don't you talk to the Mrs.?"
Rex tried very hard not to smile… The men on his side of the family apparently labeled Six as the "woman" of the relationship since he was the one in the kitchen with the other women while he was out here playing soccer with the men.
Six would make a terrible woman despite his domestic skills… He doesn't do the whole "damsel in distress" thing…
'Then again a woman who can't fend for herself is kind of boring…'
More to the point… Six was beautiful in the handsome sense of the word. He was masculine. There wasn't anything particularly feminine about his features… His personality wasn't even that feminine. So he was a little shy? Many men were… Though not typically while they were thirty-years-old let alone EVO stomping special agent ninjas…
Rex shook his head, "Yeah. I'm going to go talk to Six."
"Who?"
"Er… Alejandro."
Rex headed back towards the kitchen and raised an eyebrow when he opened the doors. Some of the women were merely waiting for their dish to finish so they took to staring openly at Six and Spirit. The little girl was as oblivious as ever as she worked with her new bisabuela. They were making a large dark chocolate cake with cinnamon and chipotle spice. Six was doing his best to ignore them as he melted down the chocolate for the velvety chocolate ganache.
Rex smirked and purred, "Alejandro," into Six's ear.
The agent's eyes widened as a chill ran down his spine…
"Rex!" The bewildered and slightly embarrassed man barked.
The young EVO laughed and stepped away, "Oh hey… What happened to your sunglasses?"
"Abuela took them…"
Rex raised an eyebrow, "And you let her?"
"…I didn't think you'd appreciate me arguing over something so trivial."
"Trivial? One gave you those and you call them trivial?"
Six shrugged, trying not to blush, "Your happiness means more to me than anything. Yours and Spirit's."
"Aw… Cariño…"
"Was there something you wanted?"
"It can wait. Can I have Six's sunglasses so I can put them in our room?" Rex asked his Abuela.
"Very well but he shouldn't cover up such beautiful eyes," Abuela scolded.
"Yeah well part of his job is being feared…"
The old woman nodded, "I understand."
She handed over the sunglasses and Rex gave her a kiss on the cheek before heading to his and Six's room. He knew that Six wouldn't feel better unless they were in a safe place. So he placed rolled them up and Six's new boxers. The lime green ones that read "Rex's" on the back and had a gigantic red heart over the crotch…
The ones that the older man didn't know about…
Rex and Six weren't a traditional couple by any means… Six preferred to give useful gifts. Rex preferred gag gifts. Anything to get the agent to lighten up and laugh at how ridiculous the item and the gift giver were…
The Latino teen headed back to the kitchen after finally schooling his features into that of a man who wasn't up to something… Rex saw the bite like bruise on Six's neck. It had grown darker… The younger man snuck up behind him and ran his tongue over it before wandering to the small table and pretending that nothing had happened.
Six bit his lip as he felt a shock race down his spine. He turned and glared at Rex who was pretending to read a newspaper that one of the men had left behind.
The cake went into the oven and Spirit signed something to her bisabuela.
"She said that she wants to play her violin with you," Six translated.
The old woman smiled, "Alright. Just let me get my guitar and we'll sit in the courtyard."
Spirit grinned and ran outside to fetch her violin.
Abuela chuckled and made her way towards her room. Rex debated if he should bring up what Spirit had done… It was frightening to say the least but it wasn't anything new and Six was aware of her lack of self-preservation. Spirit had a tendency to rush out onto the battlefield and heal people.
There wasn't anything that they could do about it… White had insisted that she train in this manner. He did the same to Rex when he was ten as well. So the Latino decided to let go of it for now…
What was really bothering him was Spirit's reluctance to play with other children… Rex had introduced her to the children outside and they attempted to engage her despite her being shy and mute. Instead of playing she hid behind Rex and turned her attention to Juan's Mariachi band.
He sighed, 'Just because I longed for fun, friends, and the freedom of the great outdoors as a kid doesn't mean that she will be the same. It's still odd though…'
He looked to his beloved who was blatantly ignoring the gossiping women and chatting with Callan. In some odd way, Rex imagined them taking comfort in each other in the presence of the curious women, Esperanza in particular…
Cesar can wondering in and wrapped his arms around Callan's waist from behind with a sigh. Callan smirked at his suddenly possessive lover. It was nice to know where he stood with Cesar. There were times where he wasn't so sure…
It wasn't because Cesar was flippant but because he was erratic. Virtually nothing about Cesar was stable or calm. He couldn't tell at times if that was suiting to the younger man's profession or if he should be worried if Cesar would go from a slightly insane scientist to a completely mad one.
"I want a little siesta before the fiesta," Cesar muttered against Callan's neck.
Callan tried not to laugh, 'Translation: I'm going to make sure you never forget who you belong to.'
"Come on, monkey. I could use a siesta too…" Callan said as he obediently followed Cesar to their room.
Six looked to Rex, "Something's on your mind…"
"It can wait. Know anything about tuning pianos?" Rex asked, evading Six's question.
Six raised an eyebrow but nodded nonetheless.
"Good. Abuela has a very out of tune piano that she's been trying to do something with for years. She couldn't let anyone come to the house due to the nature of everyone's transformations."
"You said that they were EVOs…"
"Werewolf. They used to only transform at night, but Frederico managed to control it. I guess he taught the others."
"Pity not everyone can…"
Six began to work on Abuela's old piano. Every once and a while he would ask Rex to firmly hit a key. Six would tune the piano accordingly, making adjustments when necessary. It took some doing but it wasn't long before he had it perfectly tuned.
Six sat down and began to play Beethoven's "Moonlight Sonata". A grin crept across Rex's face as he watched his beloved with a combination of pride an amusement. He leaned against the wall and studied Six's face.
The agent had his eyes closed and a slight smile on his lips in a state of bliss. Rex waited until he finished the piece before pressing a tender kiss to his cheek. Six sighed tiredly, almost dreamily…
"I can only imagine what Callan and Cesar are doing during their siesta but I am dying for a nap," the agent confessed, trying not to yawn.
Rex chuckled and gave Six's shoulder a squeeze, "Lets go get some sleep."
Six grunted when he felt a couple of satisfying pops as he arched his back and rolled his neck.
"Want a back rub?" Rex asked.
"Later," the agent yawned, "I want to make sure that I'm awake enough to enjoy the fireworks later tonight."
"You like fireworks?"
"Not necessarily, but I do love to watch the lights dance across your skin…"
Rex smirked and stepped back, allowing Six enough room to stand. He took the older man's hand in his and led him to their room. Rex gently shoved Six onto their bed and crawled in on top of him. The couple just seemed to melt into the bed with a sigh. Six had been up since seven in the morning, cooking up a storm. Rex had been playing soccer and generally running around like a nut all day, chasing after his younger "cousins".
The Latino teen pressed a kiss to his love's Adam's apple. Six growled and drew the younger man in close.
"Sleep."
Rex chuckled and closed his eyes, basking in his cariño's warmth.
Spirit spent the day trying to imitate Abuela's playing. She used her violin as a makeshift guitar and plucked the strings rather than strummed them. Still, it sounded oddly pleasing to her ears…
Abuela abruptly stopped, "Spirit, we should really check on the cake. Frederico would be heart broken if all he had to eat for desert was icing."
Spirit pouted at that and quickly put her violin away. She was very protective of the instrument because of the lovely cluster of white jasmine that daddy had painted on it. It made her violin irreplaceable because it reminded her of her daddy's love. She would be loath to lose her prized possession let alone having it irreparably damaged.
The cake was perfect. Abuela had the two large layers on cooling racks. It had to be cool in order for them to spread the icing on or the ganache would melt right off and ooze onto the plate. That wouldn't make for a particularly tasty or attractive birthday cake…
"So what do you want to do until it finishes cooling off?" Spirit wrote in a notebook her bisabuela gave her.
"I think we should have a little chat. I was watching you outside you know… Why is it that you did not wish to play with the other children?" Abuela asked.
"I was scared. I never played with children."
"Because of the facility?"
Spirit flinched upon hearing that horrible word then continued to write, "I never played with children. Mommy died in childbirth and daddy didn't want me. I don't think anyone knew about me. We lived in the woods. I don't remember much about my early childhood, but it was very lonely and loveless."
Abeula frowned, "Do you know what country you're from?"
Spirit shrugged. She had never really thought about it actually… She could've been from anywhere… Was she born in America or was she born while on vacation on a foreign country? What if she wasn't an American citizen? If she wasn't, does that mean that the government could take her away from daddy and papa?
Spirit did her best to hide away in a world of fantasy, art, music, and above all knowledge. She never really questioned her past and she wasn't all that certain that she wanted to know…
What if the mean man wanted her back just so he could sell her off to a place that was even worse? Spirit began to tear up…
Abeula saw and rubbed her back, "Now, now. Calm down. I just want to know more about my bisnieta. I didn't mean to upset you."
Spirit hugged the old woman around the waist and nodded. She tried to stop crying. She really did. But the fear of leaving her family was far too great a fear to ignore…
"No one will take you away. Your fathers won't let them."
Spirit hugged her a little tighter as though the old woman would keep her anchored to her family forever. Lorenzo, Frederico's father, entered the kitchen and coughed.
"Is the cake ready yet?" He asked.
Lorenzo was a tall, portly man with dark skin, untidy black hair, tired brown eyes, and gigantic arm muscles. In short, he was a Luchador turned farmer.
"It just needs to be iced," Abuela said as she got to work icing the bottom layer.
"Good. Everyone is getting restless. We can smell the food from outside."
"Well gather everyone around and the fiesta will begin."
Lorenzo nodded and headed towards Six and Rex's room. He knocked on the door and got a groan in reply.
"Er… Should I come back?"
Rex stood and answered the door, "What?"
"Dinner's ready."
"Okay… Six?"
"Hn?"
"Dinner."
"Hn…"
"We'll be out in a bit."
Lorenzo nodded and headed towards Callan and Cesar's room. He was about to knock when he heard Cesar moaning his lover's name rather loudly. The older man blushed and turned away.
He returned to the kitchen, "We'll have to wait for Miguel and Cesar. I think they were bitten by the Spanish fly…"
Abuela smacked his arm, "I don't need to hear that about one of my grandbabies!"
Spirit tilted her head to the side, "What's this about a fly?"
The two adults looked at her note pad and sighed.
"Your daddies will tell you when you're older," Lorenzo explained.
Spirit pouted. Once again she was too young to know something… She hated it when those things happened. It just wasn't fair.
"Don't be in too much of a hurry to grow up. There is no shame in not knowing everything," Abuela said.
Naturally that confused Spirit even more. What was so bad about knowledge?
Six entered the kitchen just as the food was being carted outside. Rex lagged behind him.
'Funny… I was awake earlier…' The young EVO thought with a yawn.
He draped his arms around Six's shoulders with a yawn. The agent chuckled and took Rex's hand in his, stroking the back of it with his thumb. Rex smiled sleepily into his beloved's neck. Six gave Rex a kiss on the forehead and sighed in contentment.
Spirit stared up at them with a smile. All previous thoughts about flies flew out of her head. The Mariachi band fired up with a joyous song, signifying that the festivities had begun.
The courtyard was decorated fit for a birthday party. There were hot pepper lights strung up on the cactuses, colorful balloons and party banners, a bright yellow tablecloth on each of the seven large tables and the small children's table, and a large bouquet of brightly colored wild flowers on each table.
Frederico got to sit at the main table, as he was the birthday boy. Spirit, Rex, and Six also got to sit there as well. They were joined by the little girl's thoroughly disheveled, yet satisfied looking uncles. Callan and Cesar sat down, ignoring the scandalized chatter around them. Everyone bowed their head in prayer then dug into a much-anticipated meal.
Rex kissed Six on the cheek when he saw that the agent had made his all time favorite, blackened catfish tacos. Six closed his eyes and sighed in bliss upon taking a bite of the chicken mole. It was perfect…
"Would you like the recipe?" Abeula asked.
"Yes ma'am."
"Good. I'll give Callan the Mixiote recipe too. That's Cesar's favorite. Your blackened catfish is very good…"
Six blushed, "Rosemary's recipe. Not mine I'm afraid."
"Rosemary?"
"My foster mother."
"Ah. I see… Would you mind sharing the recipe?"
"Not at all," the agent said with a smile.
Rex felt his heart swell with pride at how Six had gone out of his way to befriend his family, his Abuela in particular.
'This definitely deserves a reward…'
Spirit fidgeted. The sugar from the horchata was getting to her. The rice-based spice drink was her new favorite drink next to her daddy's green tea!
Callan looked to Spirit and laughed, "Looks like someone's goin' to suffer form a sugar crash later."
"Boom!" Spirit signed as she sipped some more of her drink.
Callan and Cesar chuckled at their adorable niece's antics.
Lorenzo brought out the cake. It had roses along the edge and twenty colorful candles on it. "¡Feliz cumpleaños!" was written in bright yellow frosting. Everyone in attendance began singing. Spirit played her violin instead.
"Feliz cumpleaños a ti feliz
Cumpleaños a ti feliz
Cumpleaños querido Frederico
Feliz cumpleaños a ti!"
Frederico took a deep breath and blew out the candles.
"Did you make a wish?" Spirit wrote.
Frederico chuckled, "Yes."
"Don't tell anyone! I want it to come true!"
He smiled fondly and messed up her hair.
The cake was served with homemade dulce de leche ice cream that was made the night before. The dreamy creamy caramel went perfectly with the moist rich slightly spicy cake.
After the cake came the presents…
Callan and Cesar built Frederico a hover board similar to Six's. It was bright yellow with his father's old Luchador mask painted on. Six and Rex got him paraphernalia related to his favorite soccer team. Spirit made him a strap for his guitar. She drew the design and her daddy took it to a place to get it custom made.
Frederico gave her a hug, "Thank you Spirit! Its lovely!"
Spirit hugged him tightly in return with a huge grin on her face.
Abuela strung up the brightly colored star piñata. The children gathered round and began swinging away. Most of them got in a few good whacks but Spirit was the one who broke it. The candy rained down the surprised little girl's head and she removed the bandana.
She picked up a large handful of candy before the kids could attack it like ravenous beasts. Spirit walked over to Frederico and deposited it in his lap.
Frederico laughed, "Don't you want any?"
Spirit smiled and pointed at him.
"Huh?"
"You're the birthday boy. The candy is yours apparently," Cesar explained.
A little boy grabbed Spirit's wrist and pulled her out onto the field, more or less forcing her to actually play wit them. Soccer was a lot of fun but she wasn't so sure that she liked being around other children… They were a little too loud for her tastes. Spirit was used to being around adults. Relatively quiet adults…
All it took was a couple of hours of play and the children were crashing rather hard from their sugar high. They sprawled out on the ground and watched the fireworks. They were a lovely compliment to the starry night sky.
Six looked to Rex, watching the colors dance off of his dark skin. He smiled, grabbing his young love by the hips and pulling him into a heated kiss. Rex smirked against his lips and responded in kind.
"Lets take this elsewhere, Alejandro," he purred into his cariño's ear as he led him away.
Six shivered and allowed him to lead the way…
Yes. I'm so sorry. The previous chapter had a lot of grammar errors. I wasn't planning to upload on my birthday. It was a last minute decision so I had very little time to edit before the day passed me by.
I had a request to do a new story about how Six and Rex first met and more or less "grew up" together. It's called, "Going Soft for the Boy" and it is under romance/family because it will end when Rex is eighteen, which is the age he was when he hooked up with Six.
I didn't get to post on your parents anniversary. I apologize but I tend to neglect my email… So sorry.
I thought I DID cover Rex transforming into a giant robot… It's in a previous chapter actually.
Alexander (Alejandro) is NOT Six's name in the show. No one knows his name. I just happen to like the name Alexadner.