Summary: Vicky and Silver's maternal cousin, Dorado, turn up to babysit Amelia and Valentina on the night of Valentine's Day; they have to work together as a team if they can be the best babysitters. Based on Season 2 Episode 39, "Double Babysitter" from Bluey. Take place in Dream Keeper Chronicles Chapter 67: Stories of Love 2.
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On Wednesday, February 14th, 2024.
Today is Valentine's Day.
The romantic holiday of the year.
The holiday where lovers express their affection to their true love with greetings, gifts, and romantic dates. People all over the world celebrated in their unique ways. Some couples went out to fancy restaurants in their elegant attires, others stayed home and cooked a special meal for each other and watched a movie together while cuddling against each other with a blanket wrapped around them. There were even some who went on exotic vacations or took part in adventurous activities.
In the Magical World of Disney, the Magic Kingdom was transformed into a Valentine's Day wonderland for the occasion. Main Street U.S.A. was adorned with red, white, and pink bunting, heart-shaped balloons floated overhead, banners and streamers were hung all over the place, and storefronts displayed their most romantic merchandise for guests to buy. Couples strolled hand-in-hand, enjoying the live music and street performers that added to the festive atmosphere. The castle itself was covered in Valentine's Day decorations from top to bottom, making it the perfect backdrop for countless selfies and romantic photos.
Outside of the Magical World, as the day progressed into the sunset, in the real world at the Four Lakes in Montverde, Florida, where nature blends seamlessly with architecture, stands a grand two-story country-style home exuding Victorian charm. Its exterior is a masterpiece, featuring a double-gabled roof. A Palladian window on the front, allowing natural light to shine through in the daytime, while an intricately detailed brick chimney was seen on the right side.
Surrounded by the lush greenery of Florida, tall trees sway gently in the breeze, and Lake Florence Lake mirrors the changing hues of the sky as the day gracefully transitions into the evening.
Just then, the small white travel van pulled up at the curb of the sidewalk as the driver, 23 years old, skillfully parked the vehicle. Emerging from the driver seat was a slender, slightly muscular young man with broad shoulders who has deep skin with a neutral undertone, painted black nails, black tattoos covering his entire left arm, brown eyes, a gold pierced on his left split eyebrow, and some piercings on his ears. He has curls on top with some gold blonde highlights with undercut taper fade which make the pattern of the lightning bolt and a stubble on his chin.
His entire outfit is very much a mixture of edgy and punk rock. A white plain tank top with a gray and white smoke pattern, and black denim knee-ripped jeans held up with his black leather belt around his belt loop to his waist which featured a double gold studded grommet on the black strap. Two thick gold chains are hanging on his right side that reach his upper leg, and black leather boots with white lace. A small black choker with gold spikes, two layers of thin gold curb necklaces with one silver lock on the bottom lay, er and a matching bracelet on his left wrist for accessories.
Reaching the front door, the young man extends his hand to ring the doorbell that chimes, he quickly scans the surroundings and playfully hides behind one of the tall plants adorning the entrance as he waits for someone like perhaps a friend or an accomplice to open the door.
He could hear the sound of the five-year-old little girl with an infectious giggle bubbling inside her, the sound of her footsteps eagerly rushing to the front door, and the doorknob jiggling.
"He's here, he's here! Primo Dorado is here!" Her voice squealed with excitement.
With the door creaking open, it revealed a young Mexican girl with deep tan skin tone, she had black below-the-ear length hair which has a slightly curl texture and she wore this t-shirt with pale yellow and white pattern across featuring a white crew neckline and short sleeves and a pair of blue denim short overall, white socks, and pale yellow converse shoes.
To her surprise, an empty doorstep greeted her, leaving her in a state of confusion. "Wh… where is he?" she wondered, her small brow furrowed. Just as the puzzlement settled in, Dorado sprang out from his playful hiding spot, and the little girl looked with surprise as he swooped her up, catching her off guard.
Dorado, with a mischievous glint in his brown eyes, unleashed a tickle attack on his unsuspecting cousin. Giggles erupted like a melody, joy as the little girl squirmed and laughed uncontrollably.
Amidst the tickling frenzy, Dorado's warm greeting resonated, "Hola there, Valentina! Missed me?" The girl, still caught in fits of laughter, managed to nod enthusiastically.
Amelia, crossing her arms with a playful pout, asserted, "My name is not Valentina!" She exclaimed. "It's Amelia!"
Dorado, looking genuinely confused, raised an eyebrow in amusement. "Oh? Not Valentina?" he teased, scratching his head as if trying to unravel the mystery.
Amelia, determined to set the record straight, pointed dramatically to her fraternal twin sister Valentina, who stood nearby at the staircase.
She has a neutral skin tone and long straight black hairstyle on her head. Valentina is seen wearing a soft baby pink sweatshirt with a contrasting crew neckline, dropped shoulders, banded hem on the bottom and on the long sleeves. A pair of white denim jeans with an all-brown faux-leather belt, slip-on shoes that match the color of her sweatshirt and an white plain headband on her head.
"That's Valentina." Amelia clarified, her little finger aiming precisely at her sister.
With a sudden realization, Dorado's eyes followed the direction of the tiny accusing finger, and realization dawned on him. He chuckled, "Ah, si! Si, si, si. The 'oldest' twin." He emphasized the word 'oldest.'
However, before he could grasp the situation completely, Valentina interjected, correcting her older cousin, "No, I'm the youngest twin." She stated.
Just then, Silver, the oldest sibling of the Willow family, descended the stairs to welcome his older cousin Dorado, "Hey Dorado, so good to see you!" He smiled.
Silver is dressed in this fitted woven light pink blazer jacket featuring notched lapels, two-buttons at front, chest pocket on his left, and long sleeves with three decorative buttons at the cuffs. Over this jacket is a bright white dress shirt and later on top was this woven beige vest that featured five buttons. He wears trouser pants held up by a brown leather belt and side pockets and welt back pockets with buttons. Finally, a pair of brown leather cap-toe Oxford shoes.
For his hair, it is in a center part with rolled bangs that is above his eyebrows and the back having voluminous spirals before it was put into a half up half down style which was decorated with white and pink roses pinned in its place. His makeup is romantic which includes a soft bronzer that can create a sun-kissed glow with slightly soft blushes and neutral eyeshadows.
Dorado, with Amelia still giggling in his arms, gracefully put her down, turning his attention to the approaching Silver. With a grin, Dorado playfully strolled over to Silver. However, in a sudden, unexpected move, he swiftly put Silver into a friendly headlock, "Ah ven acá, Willy!" Dorado teased, using the nickname that Silver despised growing up.
Silver, rolling his eyes in mock annoyance, urged Dorado to release him before any havoc ensued. "Quit it, Dorado. Don't ruin my hair, I've got going on for today," he quipped with a playful yet determined tone,
Dorado, still holding onto the headlock, playfully teased, "Come on, Willy! A little mess won't hurt." Despite Silver's protests, Dorado continued the playful banter, pretending not to heed his cousin's warning.
Paula and Roberto, descended the grand staircase, dressed impeccably for their Valentine's Day dinner outing.
Paula came down wearing this gorgeous plain dress that is made of silk satin that features a strapless sweetheart neckline and fitted column skirt that reach below to her knees, and a good pair of black stiletto heels with a red bottom. She accessorized her looks with this stunning pair of earrings featuring a two-row linear fringe design with rhinestone embellishments and a post-back closure and a multi-row V-shaped collar necklace along with a matching bracelet on her left wrist and her golden wedding ring. Her hair has been swept completely off one side of the face, keeping it tucked behind her right ear and behind the back, to show off accessories. For her makeup: she uses her bronzer as eyeshadow to her eyes, while matching the tone on her cheeks for a cohesive look. Then she has to apply highlighter over the bronzer base on the eyes and cheeks to add a subtle shimmer and glow. Complete the look with her lip liner paired with a clear gloss on the lips to get that natural hue.
As for her husband Roberto, he is dressed in this traditional black tuxedo attire: this consists of a black-coloured tuxedo closed jacket over a white dress shirt. He wears black-coloured trouser dress pants, a dark brown leather belt, an black bow tie, a pair of black dress shoes and a gold watch on his left wrist including his wedding ring.
Once the entire family gathered in the foyer, Dorado couldn't help but let out a low appreciative wolf-whistle, directing it toward his aunt and uncle. "Whew, Tía Paula and Tío Roberto, you two are looking absolutely gorgeous tonight!" he complimented with a sly grin. "If I didn't know any better, I'd think you're heading to a red carpet event," he genuinely admired.
Paula, with a gracious laugh, responded, "Ay, thank you, Dorado! We just wanna look perfect for our Valentine's Day dinner tonight that Roberto and I are going."
Dorado, with a cheeky grin, directed his attention to Paula, "Tía, you're looking absolutely stunning! You could give Sofia Vergara a run for her money. Seriously, you're a vision of beauty tonight."
Roberto, with a playful glare, added, "Watch out, Dorado. Complimenting my wife like that might earn you a place on my bad side."
Dorado, chuckling, raised his hands in mock surrender, "No harm intended, Tío Roberto. I just call it as I see it. Paula, you've got that star quality tonight."
"Thank you, Dorado," Paula expressed her gratitude toward her nephew. "We really appreciate you agreeing to babysit the girls tonight. It means a lot to us."
Dorado, flashing a warm smile, replied, "Of course, Tía Paula! I'm here to make sure these girls stay out of trouble."
Just then, Paula revealed a little secret, "Oh, and by the way, someone else will be joining you to help with babysitting. You won't be flying solo on this one."
Curiosity began in Dorado's eyes as he wondered who the mystery helper might be. He raised an eyebrow before quipping, "Someone to assist me? Do I need assistance with handling these two little girls?"
Paula chuckled, "Not just anyone, Dorado. Let's just say, you're in for a surprise. But don't worry, it's someone we know, and the girls adore."
At that moment, someone arrives at the Willow house as everyone, except Dorado, looks at her.
"Hello everyone," the voice greeted them.
Dorado turned around to see who could've that be. Standing there in the doorway was this beautiful young 22 years old woman, who was to be Vicky as the girls call her, who has deep dark skin with neutral rosy undertones and with brown eyes. She is dressed white blouse in a lightweight woven fabric, the button up front and princess seams lend a fabulous fit to this lovely pair. The sleeveless design stays crisp with a bright white collar to frame her visage while the straight hem makes it perfect to tuck into this lilac trouser which features a wide contoured waistband design with an extended two- button front tab. Fly-front zipper closing: flared legs with stitched front creases. On her feet was this pair of low d'orsay heels and there is white faux-leather crossbody bag that contains her stuff with white leash.
The makeup she wore was neutral, dark eyeshadow on her eyelids and simple neutral blushes on her cheeks, her afro hairstyle is model after the 1940s victory roll with two smallish victory rolls on her left side and the back of her hair have an smooth down with an low bun shape like a croissant that covered her neck and up below her ears.
With gleeful cries of "Vicky!" the girls dashed towards her, their arms outstretched for a much-awaited embrace. Vicky, with a wide smile lighting up her face, knelt down to meet them, "Hi girls!" enveloping them in a tender hug.
Dorado, intrigued by the arrival of this mysterious helper, turned his attention towards Vicky. His eyes traced her graceful movements as she embraced the girls. As the girls hugged her tightly, Dorado couldn't help but notice the genuine bond shared between Vicky and his little cousins.
Silver approached Vicky with a welcoming smile. "Hey Vicky, it's so wonderful to see you! Thank you for coming to help out tonight," he expressed by extending a hand.
Vicky returned the smile as she replied, "It's my pleasure, Silver. I wouldn't miss a chance to spend time with these adorable young ladies."
With a gentle gesture, he motioned towards Dorado, "Vicky, I'd like you to meet my maternal cousin, Dorado." He then repeated the same introduction to his cousin. "Dorado, this is Vicky, my lady-friend."
Dorado extended his hand in greeting. "Pleasure to meet you, Vicky," he said warmly. "Any friend of my primo Silver's is a friend of mine," he replied with a charming smile.
Vicky, returning the smiles, clasped Dorado's hand in hers. "The pleasure is all mine, Dorado," she replied, her voice soft and melodious.
Once their hands met, a fleeting moment of connection passed between them. A momentary pause as they locked eyes, each seemingly drawn to the other's presence in a way that felt inexplicable yet undeniable.
Roberto glanced at his watch and remarked, "Well, we better get going now. Can't be late for our Valentine's Day plans." With that, he and his wife and son, Paula and Silver, began to retrieve their coats from the closet, preparing for their respective outings.
Roberto assisted Paula with her coat, while she adjusting her elegant attire, took a moment to address Dorado and Vicky. "Now, you two," she began with a gentle but firm tone, "we trust you to take good care of the girls while we're out. They should be in bed by 8:30 PM before we arrive back, and our numbers are on the refrigerator in case you need us."
Dorado nodded solemnly as he absorbed his aunt's instructions. "Got it. Bedtime at 8:30, teeth brushed, storytime, and tucked in tight," he echoed, committing the guidelines to memory.
Vicky chimed in, "We'll make sure everything runs like clockwork, Paula. You can count on us."
With the final instructions delivered, Roberto ushered his wife and son towards the door, his gaze lingering briefly on his daughters. "Be good girls, okay?" he said with a fond smile, "listen to Dorado and Vicky while we're gone. They're in charge, do not cause any trouble."
Amelia and Valentina nodded eagerly, "Yes, Papa!" they chimed in unison.
With those words, the Willow family bid their farewells and well-wishes before heading out the door, leaving the Willow house in the hands of Dorado and Vicky. Once they departed and the door closed, Dorado and Vicky exchanged a glance, silently acknowledging the task ahead of them. They turned their attention to the girls, who were already buzzing with excitement about the evening's adventures.
With only a few hours before the girls' bedtime, they realized they had to make the most of this time to ensure a memorable evening for everyone.
In the cozy living room they enter, Dorado and Vicky settle onto the plush sofas, the girls eagerly joining them at the other side, seeing that none of them think on what they should do to have fun and what they should play.
Amelia broke the silence, "So... now what?"
Valentina added, "Yeah, what are we going to do?"
Dorado rubs his chin before suggesting, "How about we play 20 Questions?"
The girls exchanged puzzled glances before turning their attention back to Dorado and Vicky, their curiosity piqued. "Wait, what's 20 Questions?" Amelia inquired, intrigued.
Vicky, with a warm smile, explained, "Well, it's a game where we take turns asking each other questions from you girls to get to know each other better. You can ask us anything, and we'll do our best to answer truthfully."
Amelia's eyes lit up with understanding, "Oh, like a get-to-know-you game! That sounds fun!"
Valentina nodded eagerly, "Let's play, let's play!" she chimed in enthusiastically.
With unanimous agreement, the living room transformed into a stage for connection and discovery. With the coffee table moved out of the way and cushions placed on the foot, Dorado and Vicky settled from one side, ready to field the girls', who sat on the other side, questions, eager to bridge the gap of time and familiarity.
"Okay, who goes first?" Valentina asked, her eyes alight with anticipation.
Amelia, her mind buzzing with curiosity, jumped in, "I'll go first!"
Dorado smirks, "Alright Amelia, you go first!"
Amelia, eager to kickstart the conversation, directed her first question to Vicky. "Why don't you have a boyfriend?" she asked innocently, her curiosity bubbling over.
Vicky, caught slightly off guard by the directness of the question, chuckled softly before responding, "Oh, well, um. How do you know I don't have one?"
Amelia's brow furrowed in thought before she pressed on, "Do you have a boyfriend?"
Vicky, with a warm smile, shook her head gently, "Well, no."
The twins exchanged glances, their curiosity growing with each passing moment. Valentina, always quick to join in the conversation, jumped in with her own inquiry directed at Dorado.
"How many friends do you have?" she asked, her eyes wide with curiosity.
Dorado, pondering for a moment, scratched his head before responding, "Oh, um...two?"
Valentina's eyes widened in surprise, "That's not many."
Amelia followed up with, "Why do you only have two friends?"
Dorado shifted uncomfortably, searching for the right words to explain. "Well, um..."
Valentina redirects the conversation towards Vicky. "Why don't we see you more often?" she asked with curiosity.
Vicky, with a gentle smile, explained, "Oh, it's because I work as a gardener at the park."
Amelia, always quick with her questions, chimed in, "Is that why you don't have a novio?"
Vicky chuckled softly, "Oh, um…. maybe."
Valentina's curiosity sparked another question, "What's a gardener?"
Vicky explains the concept of a gardener to the girls, describing it as a worker who filled the garden space with flowers, plants, and trees and also took care of them.
Amelia then asked the other question. "Why don't we see you more often, Dorado?"
Dorado, grateful for the shift in conversation, explained, "That's because I travel around countries pursuing my rock and roll career."
Valentina, wide-eyed, exclaimed, "No wonder why you only got two friends!"
"Oh," was all Dorado could say.
Amelia, her curiosity piqued by the smell coming from Vicky's stunning afro, blurted out, "Why does your hair smell so pretty?"
Dorado and Vicky answered in unison to reveal their secret, "Coconut milk shampoo." Caught off guard by their synchronized answer, they exchanged surprised glances to see that they shared the same preferences of shampoo product they both loved.
Valentina dove into a more profound question, "Do you want to have children?"
Both Vicky and Dorado responded with a simultaneous "Yes."
Amelia, sensing an opportunity to tease her cousin, turned her attention to Dorado, "Will Brianna be the mommy?" she asked.
Dorado's expression shifted slightly, a discomfort crossing his features. "Um, no. Brianna and I aren't friends anymore," he replied tersely, revealing a hint of unresolved tension.
Vicky, raised an eyebrow, interjected, "Who's Brianna?"
Dorado, evading the question, quickly responded, "No one. Next question!"
Valentina reveals to Vicky, "Brianna is Dorado's true love."
Dorado, startled by the mention of Brianna, clarified, "Nope. Not anymore."
Amelia, with innocence in her eyes, stated, "But true love is forever!"
Dorado, reflecting on the statement, mumbled, "Well, ah..."
Valentina, determined to get to the bottom of it, asked, "Is true love not forever?"
Dorado, grappling with the complexities of love, tried to navigate the question, "It is. I mean, I… I thought it was. With her."
Vicky, noticing the awkwardness, decided to steer the conversation in a different direction, "Ah, who hungry!" she suggested enthusiastically, sensing the need for a change of pace.
The girls jumped to their feet as their faces lit up with excitement. "Me!" they exclaimed in unison, their laughter echoing through the room.
With the suggestion of food looming ahead, Dorado and Vicky exchanged looks as the girls then made their way to the kitchen, leaving Dorado and Vicky behind to put the couches and coffee table back in their place.
Having finished the delicious dinner prepared by the Willow family before they left, the four found themselves in the dining room of the house with the lingering aroma of the meal and the laughter of the girls. The clock on the wall ticked away, reminding them that they had around two hours before the girls' bedtime.
Dorado, with a glint of excitement in his eyes, announced, "How about a little entertainment to cap off the evening?" He looked at the girls, gauging their reactions.
Amelia's eyes looked on with curiosity, "Entertainment? What are we going to do?"
Dorado, a mischievous grin forming on his face, gestured towards the door. "Well, how about a mini-concert right here in the living room? Get ready to experience the performance of Dorado Lopez!"
Valentina's face lit up with excitement as she gasped, "A concert? Like a rock and roll concert?"
Dorado nodded enthusiastically, "Yeah! I'll bring in my electric guitar and amplifier from my van, and we'll have a little performance right here in the living room."
Vicky, intrigued by the idea, chimed in, "That sounds like a lot of fun! Girls, do you want to see Dorado perform?"
The girls responded with enthusiastic cheers, their excitement palpable. Dorado excused himself to retrieve his guitar and other equipment from the van while the girls grabbed their plate to the kitchen to clean it up.
Soon, Dorado, returned with his red electric strat guitar, the living room transformed into a makeshift concert venue with the coffee table being out of the way. Dorado set up his equipment with precision, adjusting the amplifier and ensuring the guitar was perfectly tuned. The girls gathered on the couch in the front, ready for a musical treat with Vicky sitting in the middle with Amelia on her left and Valentina on her right.
Dorado, with a flourish, positioned himself in the center of the room. "Ladies, señorita, welcome to the one and only Dorado Lopez concert experience!" he announced, taking on a charismatic tone in his voice.
He kicked off the performance with a lively rock and roll number, the electrifying sound of the guitar filling the room. The girls were enthralled, their eyes fixed on Dorado as he moved to the rhythm, his fingers dancing across the strings.
[Song: Beat It - Michael Jackson]
Dorado:
They told him, "Don't you ever come around here"
"Don't wanna see your face, you better disappear"
The fire's in their eyes and their words are really clear
So beat it, just beat it
Dorado, channeling his inner rock star, moved seamlessly between playing the guitar and singing, the combination of his voice and the electrifying instrument creating a dynamic and memorable performance.
Dorado:
You better run, you better do what you can
Don't wanna see no blood, don't be a macho man
You wanna be tough, better do what you can
So beat it, but you wanna be bad
His fingers moved effortlessly across the strings, coaxing out notes that resonated with the deepest parts of the soul.
Dorado:
Just beat it (beat it), beat it (beat it)
No one wants to be defeated
Showin' how funky and strong is your fight
It doesn't matter who's wrong or right
With each strum of the electric guitar, he poured his heart and soul into the music.
Dorado:
Just beat it (beat it)
Just beat it (beat it)
Just beat it (beat it)
Just beat it (beat it, uh)
With each verse, Dorado poured his heart and soul into the performance, his voice rising and falling with the ebb and flow of the melody.
Dorado:
They're out to get you, better leave while you can
Don't wanna be a boy, you wanna be a man
You wanna stay alive, better do what you can
So beat it, just beat it
The girls watched in awe, their eyes wide with wonder as they listened to the mesmerizing performance unfolding before them.
Dorado:
You have to show them that you're really not scared
You're playin' with your life, this ain't no truth or dare
They'll kick you, then they'll beat you
Then they'll tell you it's fair
So beat it, but you wanna be bad
Amelia and Valentina, their eyes shining with excitement, couldn't help but sway to the rhythm, their hands clapping in time with the beat.
Dorado:
Just beat it (beat it), beat it (beat it)
No one wants to be defeated
Showin' how funky and strong is your fight
It doesn't matter who's wrong or right
Vicky, caught up in the moment, found herself nodding along to the music, a smile playing on her lips.
Dorado:
Just beat it (beat it), beat it (beat it)
No one wants to be defeated
Showin' how funky and strong is your fight
It doesn't matter who's wrong or right
Just beat it (beat it, beat it, beat it)
Vicky, captivated by the soulful notes and Dorado's passionate performance, found herself drawn into his gaze.
Dorado:
Beat it (beat it, beat it)
The rhythmic beats echoed the heartbeat of a subtle, yet undeniable connection between them.
Dorado:
Beat it (beat it, beat it)
Beat it (beat it, beat it)
Dorado, pouring his heart into the performance, couldn't help but notice the warmth in Vicky's gaze. There was something in the way her eyes sparkled, reflecting the lights of the room, that spoke of appreciation and connection.
Dorado:
Beat it (beat it, beat it)
Vicky, too, found herself drawn to Dorado, her eyes locked on his as he poured his heart into each note. There was a connection between them, an unspoken understanding that defied explanation.
Dorado:
Beat it (beat it), beat it (beat it)
No one wants to be defeated
Showin' how funky and strong is your fight
It doesn't matter who's wrong or right (who's right)
The room seemed to fade away, leaving only the sound of the guitar and the unspoken language shared between Dorado and Vicky.
Dorado:
Just beat it (beat it), beat it (beat it)
No one wants to be defeated (no one)
Showin' how funky and strong is your fight
It doesn't matter who's wrong or right
In that moment, the lines between performer and audience blurred, and it became charged with a subtle energy, weaving a tale of love and connection.
Dorado:
Just beat it (beat it), beat it (beat it)
No one wants to be defeated (oh, no)
Showin' how funky and strong is your fight
It doesn't matter who's wrong or right
The music became a conduit for emotions, creating a bridge between them that transcended the boundaries of words.
Dorado:
Just beat it (beat it), beat it (beat it)
No one wants to be defeated
Showin' how funky and strong is your fight
It doesn't matter who's wrong or right
Dorado poured his heart into the final chords, his gaze never wavering from Vicky's.
Dorado.
Just beat it (beat it), beat it (beat it)
With a final strum, Dorado concluded the impromptu concert, the echoes of the last chords lingering in the air. The living room erupted in cheers and applause, the girls expressing their gratitude for the unforgettable performance.
Breaking the applause and cheer, Valentina exclaimed with wide eyes, "Wow, that was amazing!"
Amelia chimed in with a grin, "Yeah, Dorado, you're like a rock star!"
Dorado, returning from the musical trance, chuckled with a modest smile. "Thanks, girls! I'm glad you enjoyed it." He then shifted his attention to Vicky, a glint of appreciation in his eyes. "And thanks to my lovely assistant, Vicky, for being the best audience!"
Vicky, her cheeks tinged with a subtle blush, responded with a warm smile. "It was truly an incredible performance, Dorado. You were so goodt."
The lingering warmth in their exchange didn't go unnoticed by the observant twins. Amelia, with a playful smirk, nudged Valentina, "Do you think they like each other?"
Valentina, equally intrigued, whispered back, "Maybe! They did look at each other a lot."
After the musical interlude concluded, Dorado decided to keep the evening's momentum going. "How about we continue the fun with a little dance party?" he suggested, setting aside his guitar.
The girls, already bubbling with excitement, readily agreed. Dorado retrieved his phone, selecting a lively playlist, and soon the living room transformed into an impromptu dance floor. Laughter echoed, and the trio danced their way through the room, creating memories that would linger long after the music faded away.
The night began to progress, the clock ticking towards the girls' bedtime, Dorado glanced at Vicky with a smile. "What a night, huh?" he remarked, his eyes reflecting a mixture of joy and appreciation.
Vicky nodded in agreement, "Absolutely. The girls had a blast, and I must admit, so did I."
With the clock nearing 8:30 PM as it's 7:50 PM, signaling bedtime for the girls, Dorado and Vicky gently guided Amelia and Valentina through their bedtime routine. With the excitement of the evening still buzzing, the girls eagerly complied, knowing that the promise of a good night's sleep awaited them after a night of laughter and fun.
Dorado announced, "Alright, girls, it's almost bedtime! Time to get ready for a cozy night's sleep."
Amelia and Valentina exchanged a look of mock disappointment, their faces adorned with pouts, "Aww, already?" they chimed in unison, their reluctance to end the fun evident in their voices.
Vicky, with a warm smile, reassured them, "Don't worry, girls! We'll make sure you have sweet dreams tonight."
With renewed enthusiasm, the girls bounded up the stairs, their laughter echoing through the hallways as they disappeared into their rooms to retrieve their pajamas. Dorado and Vicky followed closely behind, their voices filled with gentle encouragement and warmth.
Once the girls emerged from their rooms, clad in cozy pajamas adorned with their favorite color, Dorado and Vicky ushered them into the bathroom to begin the next step of their bedtime routine.
"Alright, girls, time to brush those pearly whites!" Dorado announced cheerfully, his voice echoing with playful energy.
Amelia and Valentina eagerly grabbed their toothbrushes, prepared for the final task of the evening. With toothpaste applied and toothbrushes in hand, they eagerly began to brush, their giggles filling the room with joy.
Vicky, with a gentle hand, guided them through the motions, ensuring that they brushed thoroughly and effectively. "Remember, girls, up and down, side to side, and don't forget those molars!" she instructed.
Once the girls diligently brushed their teeth, Dorado stood by as he watched them navigate the task. After the girls had completed their brushing routine, Dorado and Vicky led them back to their respective rooms. As they settled onto their beds, nestled under the soft covers, Dorado and Vicky joined them, their presence a comforting presence in the dimly lit room.
Dorado and Vicky knew that bedtime wasn't complete without a story.
Dorado then announced, "Alright, little dreamers, it's storytime! What kind of story would you like to hear tonight?"
Amelia and Valentina exchanged excited glances before Valentina declared, "A magical story! With fairies and adventures!"
Vicky chuckled, "Ah, a magical story it is then! But every magical story needs a touch of mystery and wonder."
Valentina, with a playful smile, chimed in, "And maybe a bit of flower power?"
Amelia's eyes sparkled with curiosity, "Flower power? Like Vicky's?"
Valentina nodded, "Exactly! How about an story tonight involving characters with magical flower powers?"
The girls' faces lit up with enthusiasm, their imaginations already sparking with the possibilities of a magical world filled with flowers and enchantment.
Vicky settled into a storyteller's pose, "Once upon a time, in a mystical land known as Flora Haven, there lived two people — Violeta, who had the power of blooming beautiful flowers with just a touch, and Dandelion, who could make wishes come true with the gentle whisper of a breeze."
Amelia, wide-eyed, asked, "Are Violeta and Dandelion like Vicky and Dorado?"
Dorado winked, "Well, let's see where the story takes us."
"In Flora Haven, the land was filled with meadows of blossoms, each petal holding a unique enchantment," Vicky continued, her voice carrying the soft melody of a fairy tale. "Violeta, with her flower power, could create blooms that brought joy and happiness to everyone around her. Dandelion, with his wish-granting abilities, added an extra sprinkle of magic to the meadows."
Valentina, intrigued, inquired, "What kind of wishes can Dandelion grant?"
Vicky, with a thoughtful smile, replied, "Any wish that comes from the heart, my dear Valentina. Whether it's a wish for adventure, friendship, or even a touch of mischief, Dandelion had the power to make dreams come true."
Amelia, with a mischievous glint in her eyes, suggested, "Can one of the characters ask Dandelion for flower power like Vicky's?"
Dorado, catching onto the playfulness, added, "That's an interesting twist! Let's introduce a character, Lily, who admired Vicky's flower power and wished to have it too."
As the story unfolded, Lily, a whimsical fairy with dreams as colorful as the petals in Flora Haven, approached Dandelion with a sincere wish. "Oh, Dandelion, I've seen the magical flowers blooming with Violeta's touch, and I wish to have flower power too!"
Dandelion, with a chuckle, replied, "Ah, Lily, a wish for flower power, is it? Well, let's see what we can do."
In a gentle swirl of wishes, Dandelion granted Lily a unique version of flower power, allowing her to create tiny, glowing flowers that shimmered like stars. The enchanted flowers danced around Lily, creating an ethereal display that mirrored the night sky.
Valentina, enchanted by the imagery, exclaimed, "That's so pretty! Can Lily and Violeta be friends?"
Dorado nodded, "Absolutely! Lily and Violeta became fast friends, creating the most dazzling displays of flowers and wishes in Flora Haven. Their friendship brought an extra touch of magic to the land."
As the story continued, the characters embarked on magical adventures, exploring hidden corners of Flora Haven and encountering mythical creatures that added whimsy and excitement to their journeys.
Amelia, her eyes wide with wonder, asked, "Did they have any challenges to face?"
Vicky, with a dramatic pause, responded, "Oh, of course! Every magical tale has its challenges. One day, a mischievous wizard named Zephyr, drawn to the allure of flower power, decided to play tricks on Dandelion and Violeta."
Zephyr, with a sly grin, whisked away some of Violeta's glowing flowers, causing a gasp from the girls in the room.
Valentina, gasping, asked, "What did Dandelion and Violeta do?"
Dorado, with a knowing smile, continued, "Dandelion and Violeta, instead of getting upset, decided to show Zephyr how rude it was for him to take away Violeta's flower. They showed him a lot of kindness and how the flowers make everyone happy. Zephyr was so sorry for what he has done decided to turn his mischievous ways into delightful surprises for everyone in Flora Haven."
Vicky, her eyes reflecting the magic of the story, added, "And from that day forward, Zephyr became a trusted companion, adding a touch of playful mischief to their adventures."
Amelia, snuggling deeper into her pillow, whispered, "I wish I could go to Flora Haven and meet Lily, Violeta, and Zephyr."
Dorado, with a warm smile, concluded the story, "Well, who knows? Dreams have a magical way of coming true, especially in a land like Flora Haven. Now, my little dreamers, it's time for you to close your eyes and embark on your own magical adventures in the world of dreams."
With that, Dorado and Vicky joined in a soft lullaby, their voices weaving a soothing melody that embraced the room like a gentle breeze. The girls, tucked under their cozy blankets, drifted into a realm where flowers bloomed with magical colors, wishes sparkled like stars, and the laughter of newfound friends echoed in the air.
Dorado, with a gentle smile, tucked the girls in snugly, ensuring that they were cocooned in warmth and love. "Sweet dreams, girls," he whispered softly, his voice filled with tenderness and affection.
Vicky, her voice a soothing melody in the quiet of the night, added, "May your dreams be filled with laughter and joy, and may you wake up refreshed and ready for a brand new day."
Amelia and Valentina, their eyes heavy with sleep, murmured their goodnights, their voices barely above a whisper as they drifted off into the realm of dreams.
With the girls asleep, Dorado and Vicky quietly exited the room, closing the door behind them. In the dimly lit hallway, they exchanged a glance, the shared experience of the evening creating a bond that transcended the ordinary.
They began to descend the stairs, the living room greeted them in silence. The two collapsed on the opposite end of the couch as they finished putting the girls in bed just as their parents wanted them to be.
Dorado then looked at Vicky. "Thank you for being part of this, Vicky. It means a lot to me."
Vicky, with a genuine smile, replied, "The pleasure is mine, Dorado. It was a wonderful evening."
A comfortable silence enveloped the room, punctuated only by the soft glow of the lamp casting gentle shadows across the room. He glanced over at Vicky, his mind buzzing with curiosity about the woman who had seamlessly become a part of their evening.
"Vicky," he began, his voice tentative yet filled with genuine interest, "I realized tonight that I don't really know much more about you. Tell me, what's your story?"
Vicky, her gaze thoughtful, turned towards Dorado. "Well, Dorado," she began, her voice soft yet filled with depth, "my story is like a garden, filled with twists and turns, blooms and thorns."
Dorado, captivated by her analogy, sat up slightly. "A garden, huh? That sounds intriguing. Tell me more."
Vicky smiles as she is happy to share some info about herself, "I grew up surrounded by nature, with flowers as my companions and the wind as my confidant. My love for gardening blossomed from a young age, nurturing seeds of curiosity and wonder into blooms of passion and creativity."
Dorado listened intently, his eyes fixed on Vicky's face as she painted a picture of her upbringing with words as vivid as the petals of her beloved flowers. He found himself drawn to her presence, each word she spoke revealing a layer of her personality that intrigued him further.
Vicky continued, her voice carrying a melody that resonated with the gentle rhythm of the evening. "As I grew older, I discovered the power of connection – the way a simple gesture of kindness can bloom into a garden of friendship, the way a shared moment can spark a flame of understanding in the darkest of nights."
Dorad leaned back on the couch arm, his gaze fixed on Vicky. "You know, Vicky, there's something about you that's really intriguing. I mean, besides hearing that you have some flower power from Valentina," he said with a chuckle.
Vicky's cheeks flushed with a hint of pink, "Oh, you mean the flower power? That's just a small part of who I am," she replied, her voice soft and melodious.
Dorado nodded, his curiosity piqued. "Yeah, tell me more about that. How did you get your flower power?"
Vicky smiled, her expression filled with nostalgia. "Well, it all started when I visited the Avatar Program at Walt Disney park."
Dorado's eyebrows raised in intrigue. "The Avatar Program? What's that?"
Vicky, her smile widening, explained, "Well, the Avatar Program is a magical experience offered in the Magical World where park guests can have the opportunity to transform into animals, anthropomorphic creatures, or even choose their own superpowers like the one you see in the movies."
Dorado rests his arm on the arm couch. "Avatar Program, huh? Sounds like something out of a sci-fi movie." He stated, "Although, I do remember my cousin Silver telling me how he and his parents visited that program before and Silver got the power of talking animals."
Vicky nodded, her afro hairstyle bobbing with the motion. "In a way, yes. But it's more about creating magical moments and letting people experience the extraordinary. Of course, the magic only works within the confines of the Magical World. Outside, in the real world, you're back to being a regular being as you were before. Of course, when you come back, all that magic will come back to you."
Dorado's eyes widened with fascination. "Wow, that sounds amazing! So, you chose to have flower power?"
Vicky nodded, her smile widening. "Yes, I've always been drawn to the beauty and wonder of nature, and having the ability to bring joy through flowers felt like a natural choice for me."
Dorado couldn't help but admire Vicky's connection to nature and her compassionate spirit. "That's incredible, Vicky." he said.
Vicky's cheeks tinged with a deeper shade of pink, a shy smile playing on her lips. "Thank you, Dorado. It's something I hold dear to my heart," she warmly replied.
Dorado decided to delve deeper into the conversation. "You know, Vicky, spending time with you tonight has been... well, it's been really special," he stumbled over his words, his heart racing with anticipation.
Vicky's gaze met his, her eyes reflecting the soft glow of the room. "I feel the same way, Dorado. Tonight has been unexpected moments and genuine connections," she replied, her voice gentle and reassuring.
Dorado, emboldened by Vicky's response, continued, "I've been traveling a lot with my music, singing at some random cafe and bar that I was hired to play at and it's rare to find someone who understands the kind of life I lead. But with you, it feels different. It feels... comfortable."
Vicky's smile grew, her eyes shining with understanding. "Life is full of surprises, Dorado. Sometimes, the most unexpected moments lead to the most meaningful connections," she said.
Dorado felt a sense of peace wash over him, a feeling of belonging that he hadn't experienced in a long time. "You're right, Vicky. And I'm thankful for every moment we've shared tonight," he sincerely replied.
In that moment, a silent acknowledgment of the connection that had blossomed between them throughout the evening. The sound of footsteps interrupted their conversation, signaling the return of the Willow family. Dorado and Vicky exchanged looks, before they rose up to welcome them back and make their way toward the foyer.
The soft creak of the front door signaled the return of Roberto, Paula, and Silver from their Valentine's Day evening. Dorado and Vicky, standing near the entrance, welcome them back with warm smiles.
"Hey, you guys are back!" Dorado greeted. "Do you three have fun tonight?"
Roberto grinned, "Yeah, we had a fantastic time. Thanks for taking care of the girls, Dorado and Vicky. How was everything here?"
Vicky nodded, "It was our pleasure. The girls were wonderful, and we had a magical bedtime story. The two are sleeping soundly in their bed just like you want them to be."
Paula stepped forward to embrace Dorado and Vicky in a hug. "Thank you for making tonight special for the girls. It means the world to us."
Dorado, his heart swelling with warmth, returned the embrace with a gentle smile. "Anytime, Tía. It was our pleasure." Dorado grinned, his gaze shifting to Silver who stood by. "And Silver, how was your Valentine's Day date with Staghart, the Princesses and Princes?"
Silver, his usual romantic expression softened by a hint of amusement, responded. "It was romantic, thank you. Staghart and the Princes bake some cute cupcakes with our favorite flower on top! Staghart even presented me with an box of cupcakes with mines have white roses on top, my favorite flower! Although, he did have to teach the guys on how to bake properly since the princes almost burned down the kitchen," he remarked. "But everything worked out in the end and we all had a great time."
Dorado then noticed something around Silver's neck, "hey, is that a... scarf? I don't remember you wearing that scarf."
Silver look down to see the scarf that wrap around his neck. The scarf is in this pale cream beige color with a tiny sheen. A large embroidered green vine of flowers in shades of baby blue rose on one end and his first and last name initials on the other end embroidered in gold. "Oh this? Toren gifted this to me on Valentine's Day as an gift," he reveal. "It was very sweet of him and I will cherish this gift forever."
Vicky smiled as she spoke up, "We're glad to hear that. It sounds like everyone had a memorable evening." She glanced at her phone, realizing that it was getting late. "Oh, it looks like it's time for me to head home. I better call in an Uber."
Dorado's expression softened, a thoughtful look crossing his features. "You know, Vicky, I could drive you home. It's no trouble at all."
Vicky's eyes widened with surprise, a concern forming in her face. "Are you sure about that, Dorado? I don't want you to go out of your way. An Uber would be just fine."
Dorado shook his head, his smile warm and genuine. "I'm sure, Vicky. It's not a problem at all. Besides, it's late, and I want to make sure you get home safely."
Vicky slowly smiled at Dorado's considerate offer. "Thank you, Dorado. That's really kind of you."
With a nod, Dorado retrieved his keys and his jacket from the closet, gesturing towards the door. "Shall we?"
Vicky nodded, together, they made their way to the front door and Vicky bid farewell to the Willow family as they stepped out into the cold night air.
Vicky gracefully slid into the front passenger seat of Dorado's van, settling into the comfortable embrace of the familiar upholstery. Dorado took his place behind the wheel, his hands steady as he started the engine. When Vicky gave him her home address, he place it onto the GPS to make sure he knew where they were headed.
The van began to drive into the road, Dorado stole a sideways glance at Vicky, his heart skipping a beat at the sight of her warm smile. "I hope you don't mind the mess," he apologized sheepishly, gesturing towards the clutter of music sheets, clothes (probably dirty) hanging on the rack and empty coffee cups scattered across the back seats and the back. "I wasn't expecting company tonight."
Vicky laughed, "Don't worry about it, Dorado," she reassured him, "A little mess never hurts anyone."
Dorado smiled at Vicky's easygoing response, her words a soothing balm to his frayed nerves. "Thanks, Vicky. I appreciate your understanding," he replied.
They continue driving through the quiet streets, a comfortable silence settled between them, punctuated only by the soft hum of the engine and the occasional rustle of leaves dancing in the night breeze. Dorado stole glances at Vicky whenever he could, feeling the need to break the silence, decided to strike up a conversation with Vicky. "You know, Vicky, I just wanted to say thank you for helping me babysit Amelia and Valentina tonight. It really means a lot to me," he expressed.
Vicky smiled warmly at him. "Of course, Dorado. I had a wonderful time with the girls. They're such sweethearts," she replied.
Dorado nodded at Vicky's understanding. "Yeah, they can be quite a handful sometimes, but they're good kids," he chuckled.
Vicky laughed softly, "They definitely keep you on your toes, that's for sure," she remarked.
They reminisce about their evening with Amelia and Valentina, Dorado couldn't help but marvel at the unexpected bond that had formed between them. Despite the challenges and surprises they faced, the night has made the experience truly memorable.
"You know, Vicky, I never expected tonight to turn out the way it did," Dorado admitted, reflective. "But I'm really glad you were here with me."
Vicky nodded, her smile soft and understanding. "Me too, Dorado. It's been a wonderful evening, helping you take care of the girls."
Dorado focus on the road, "That you do. By the way, thanks for being a good sport during the 20 questions game. They sure know how to keep a conversation interesting."
Vicky grinned, "Oh, those questions were something else. I didn't see the personal ones coming!"
Dorado chuckled, "Yeah, they caught me off guard too."
Vicky laughed, "Oh, yes! I wasn't expecting Valentina's inquiry about whether Brianna would be the mommy if you wanted to have kids. That caught us both off guard."
Dorado's smile faltered slightly at the mention of Brianna, his thoughts drifting to the woman who had been a significant part of his life until recently. "Yeah, Brianna," he murmured.
Vicky, sensing the shift in Dorado's mood, reached out a comforting hand, her touch gentle against his arm. "Hey, Dorado, are you okay?" she asked with genuine concern.
Dorado sighed, his gaze fixed on the road ahead. "Yeah, I'm fine. It's just... it's been a few months since Brianna left," he admitted. "It's been a bit tough, you know?"
Vicky's heart ached for Dorado, her empathy shining through in the softness of her voice. "I'm sorry to hear that, Dorado. Breakups can be tough, especially when it's someone you care about."
Dorado sighed, "Yeah, it hit me unexpectedly. We were together for a while, and then one day, she just... she left me for someone else. Said she was tired of the long distance and wanted something more than being bored around me."
Vicky squeezed Dorado's arm in silent solidarity, her heart aching for the pain he was experiencing. "I can't imagine how hard that must be for you," she said softly with compassion.
Dorado took a deep breath, "Yeah, it's been a rollercoaster of emotions. Some days are better than others, but... but I'm trying to keep moving forward, you know?"
Vicky smiled at him in understanding. "It takes a lot of strength to keep going, especially in the face of heartbreak. But you're not alone, Dorado. You have people who care about you and want to see you happy."
Dorado's heart swelled and blushed with gratitude for Vicky's support, "Thank you, Vicky. I really appreciate that," he said.
Finally, Dorado's van pulled up to the outskirts of Main Street USA, his eyes widened in awe at the sight of Vicky's home, the Purple Manor, standing proudly on the property at one end of the neighborhood street. The Victorian-style architecture, adorned with intricate details and lilac hues, captured his imagination like something out of a fairy tale.
The exterior of the Purple Manor was a sight to behold, adorned with Queen Anne features that added a touch of whimsy to its grandeur. From the turreted roofline to the intricately decorated window shutters, every detail spoke of elegance and grace. The porch wrapping around the front and left side of the house, along with the balcony above the second-floor windows, added to its picturesque appeal. A tower rose proudly on the right side of the building, adding a regal touch to the Manor's silhouette. The lavender exterior walls, adorned with white trim, cast a soft glow in the moonlight, creating an enchanting ambiance that seemed straight out of a fairy tale.
The circular driveway greeted them, adorned with a charming renaissance water fountain at its center, surrounded by delicate pastel hydrangeas. The lush foliage of Florida trees such as palms, cypress, and oaks, framed the entrance that seemed straight out of a storybook.
Dorado couldn't help but marvel at the sight before him, the Purple Manor turreted roofline, gables adorned with tall white roofs, and ornate window shutters, each detail adding to the charm and grandeur of the estate.
Once the van came to a stop and park, Vicky stepped out of the van, Dorado followed suit, his eyes still fixed on the majestic beauty of the Purple Manor. "Wow, Vicky," he exclaimed, his voice filled with wonder, "your home is absolutely amazing! It's almost like an old 80s dollhouse."
Vicky smiled warmly as she looked up at the Purple Manor. "Thank you, Dorado," she replied, "I've always had a spot for Victorian architecture, and this place holds a special place in my heart. Especially since my parents gifted this house on my 18th birthday." She explained. "My parents are wealthy individuals: my father is a wealthy businessman who sells used cars for his used-car dealership "Violet Motors" while my mother was born into a high-class family whose father, my grandfather, owns a successful wine business."
Dorado started to escorted Vicky to her home, they walked side by side, the gentle night breeze carrying whispers of laughter and conversation between them. The sound of their footsteps echoed softly against the pavement, a rhythmic cadence that seemed to synchronize with the beating of their hearts.
The two began to approach the steps leading up to the front doors of the Purple Manor, Vicky reached into her shoulder bag, her fingers rummaging through its contents in search of her house key. Her brow furrowed in concentration, her focus solely on the task at hand.
However, the combination of searching for her key and navigating the steps proved to be a slight challenge. In a moment of distraction, she almost tripped on the edge of the stair, causing her to stumble forward. In that split second, Dorado's reflexes kicked in, his arms reaching out to steady her before she could fall. His hands wrapped around her waist, pulling her close to him in a sudden embrace.
Their eyes met in the moonlit glow upon them like a spotlight shine down, a quiet moment of connection that seemed to suspend time itself. In that brief instant, the world around them faded away, leaving only the warmth of their closeness and the soft glow of the moon above.
Dorado felt his heart race as he looked into Vicky's eyes, the depth of her gaze drawing him in like a moth to a flame. He could see the flicker of stars in her eyes, mirrored by the same emotions stirring within his own heart.
Vicky's cheeks flushed with a delicate shade of pink, the moonlight casting an ethereal glow upon her features. In Dorado's arms, she felt safe and cherished, a feeling she hadn't experienced in her life.
For a moment, they remained locked in each other's embrace, the world around them fading into the background as they savored the intimacy of the moment. It was as if the universe had conspired to bring them together, under the watchful gaze of the moon above.
Soon, the spell is broken, Dorado gently releases his hold on Vicky, allowing her to regain her balance.
"Thank you, Dorado," Vicky said softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "I... I don't know what I would have done without you."
Dorado smiled, his gaze tender as he met her eyes. "Anytime, Vicky," he replied, rubbing his neck. "I'll always be here to catch you if you fall."
They shared a moment of silent understanding, the bond between them deepening with each passing heartbeat. In the quiet of the night, they stood on the threshold of something new, something unexpected yet undeniably beautiful.
The two of them just stood there, bathed in the soft glow of the moonlight, Dorado couldn't help but feel a surge of hope stir within him. Perhaps, in the midst of life's twists and turns, he had found something worth holding onto, something worth fighting for.
With a gentle smile, he gestured towards the door of the Purple Manor. "Shall we?" he asked, his voice gentle yet filled with warmth.
Vicky nodded, her heart fluttering with anticipation. Together, they ascended the steps of her home and reached the doors as Vicky finally took out her key to open the doors.
"Well, here we are," he reluctantly. "I hope you had a good evening, Vicky."
Vicky turned towards Dorado, her eyes shimmering with a quiet intensity. "I did, Dorado. Tonight was... unexpected, in the best possible way," she replied, her words carrying a depth that resonated with him.
Dorado's heart swelled with emotion at Vicky's heartfelt words, a warmth spreading through him like the first light of dawn. "I'm glad to hear that, Vicky. I had a great time too," he confessed, his voice filled with sincerity.
Right as Vicky was about to unlock the door, Dorado felt a courage coursing through him, spurred on by the fleeting moments they had shared together. "Hey wait, Vicky, before you go in..." he began, his voice tentative yet filled with resolve.
Vicky turned towards him with curiosity, "Yes, Dorado?"
Dorado took a deep breath, "I was wondering if... maybe we could hangout sometime?" He asked, "You know, spend some more time together?" he asked, his words tumbling out in a rush of nervous energy.
Vicky looks at him in surprise before a smile slowly begins to form on her lips. "I… I would like that, Dorado. I would like that very much," she replied, placing a kiss on his cheek before she unlocked the door and stepped inside her home. "Goodnight!" She bid him before shutting the door.
Dorado stood there, his heart racing and his mind swirling with a whirlwind of emotions about what just happened. The soft touch of Vicky's lips on his cheek was like a gentle caress, leaving behind a warmth that spread through his entire being.
He slowly raised his hand to the spot where Vicky's kiss had landed, and felt a rush of tingling sensation coursing through him. His cheeks flushed with a mixture of surprise and delight, unable to fully comprehend the moment that had just transpired.
With a gentle sigh, Dorado took a step back, his mind buzzing with the moment they had shared. Lost in his thoughts, Dorado couldn't help but smile to himself. Despite the uncertainties that lay ahead, one thing was certain – he was looking forward to the possibility of spending more time with Vicky, exploring the depths of their connection, and discovering where their journey together might lead.
With a newfound sense of hope and anticipation, Dorado turned to leave and walked down the steps to make his way back to his vehicle. As he reached the van, Dorado paused for a moment, his heart still fluttering with the memory of Vicky's kiss. He couldn't shake the feeling of warmth that enveloped him, nor that pulsed through his veins.
With a smile playing at the corners of his lips, Dorado climbed into the driver's seat and started the engine. The gentle hum of the van seemed to echo the rhythm of his heartbeat, a steady cadence that mirrored the joy he felt within before he drove away from the Purple Manor and headed back to the Willow's House.
From his rear mirror, he could see the house getting smaller and smaller from the distance until it was out of his sight.
For in the quiet moments and unexpected connections, he had found something that is truly special – a spark that had the power to illuminate the darkness and lead him towards a brighter tomorrow.
Looks like he decided to give a second chance to Cupid.
Ah, love is in the air! With this first ever Valentine's Day special story, it seems like Dorado and Vicky are starting to blossom into something entirely new, despite their differences. And speaking of differences, let's talk about our lovebirds for a moment.
By introducing Dorado as a love interest for Vicky, I do think it is time to give Vicky a partner that fits her and goes well with her personality. Dorado, whose name means "Golden" in Spanish (Is it ironic that his cousin's name is Silver, considering that both of them have names related to metals?), is quite the odd match for our pretty Miss Vicky. With his rock and roll punk vibe and personality, he brings a whole different energy to the table compared to Vicky's sophistication and elegance manners. It's the classic case of the "odd couple" trope, where two individuals with different personalities and interests find themselves drawn to each other in the most delightful ways.
As you can tell, this chapter, of course, draws inspiration from the "Double Babysitters" episode from Bluey, where Radley and Frisky navigate the challenges of babysitting Bluey and Bingo together. While Vicky and Dorado take on the challenges of babysitting Amelia and Valentina together, their shared moments paralleled those of Uncle Rad and Frisky moments in the episode. Elements like the 20 questions game, the bedtime story, and night conversations after putting the girls to bed were borrowed from the episode, by writing these familiar elements in, I aimed to include them while adding my own unique to the story like Dorado's performance and taking Vicky ride back to her home.
Lastly, I have already started working on this one-shot chapter on the first of February and have already finished it just last week. I've been eagerly waiting for the release of the Dream Keeper Chronicles Valentine's Day special, so I can go back to re-edit it to ensure it aligns with the continuity of TheDragonSaver's story and to release my chapter alongside it.
Anyway, review if you can. I would like to see your thoughts about this chapter so far! The reviews are the best form of motivation! Let me know what you think and see you all for the next one-shots chapter. Thank you. :)