I'm an unwilling passenger.
Chapter Six
Christina
"Are you better, Sissy?"
"For the most part." I look down at my brother, Gio, as he tugs on my shirt sleeve. Gio's shadow, my youngest brother, Manny, is right behind him. They are only three and four years old, and I'm not being biased when I say they are the cutest brothers ever.
They have golden brown skin, thick dark hair, and chubby cheeks like my stepfather and my mom's bright green eyes and wide smile—my eyes and smile.
I'm not quite sure who they inherited their naughtiness from. I was always an obedient child. Although it was mostly because I was raised under my adoptive mother's cloud of manipulation and degradation.My real mom, Jenny, was just a teen when she gave birth to me and was forced to give me up. I'm thankful we found each other, and that I found my new brothers. In the few short weeks I've known them, I honestly don't know how I could live without them.
Gio bats thick lashes and give me his best pleading gaze. "Because you promised you'd play tag with us."
I groan as I look across the sofa at Andrés. Shit. I was hoping my brother would have forgotten about tag. Though I would ordinarily love to play with them, my body is so sore, it feels like I ran a marathon. Andrés and I have been relaxing together for the past half hour. Actually, I've been enjoying a nice foot rub and a good book while he answers work emails and texts with his free hand.
"I know," I say as I set it down and rest my hand against my temple. I heave an exaggerated sigh. "I'm still a little dizzy."
I feel a pang of guilt at the look of disappointment in my brother's eyes.
Gio scrunches his face and plants both fists on his hips. "But Doc said you had morning sickness, and we've already had lunch."
"Yeah." Manny wags a finger at me. "Peanut butter and jelly and celery sticks."
Gio looks over at Manny and makes a face. "I hate celery."
I laugh when I see the bulge protruding from Gio's pocket. "Is that what I saw you stuffing down your pants?"
His eyes go wide and he shakes his head a little too hard. "No."
"Don't lie to me." I point as the head of the stalk. "You've got one hanging out of your pants."
Gio gapes at the celery and shoves it back down. "I was saving it for later," he says as he averts his gaze.
I roll my eyes as I hold out my hand. "Give me the celery."
Gio pulls the stalk out of his pocket, and that's when I notice a bulge in the front of his pants. I impatiently wag my fingers. "All of them."
If his lip hung any lower, it would hit the floor. "Do I have to eat them?" He pulls out three more celery sticks and places them in my hand.
"No." I laugh. "I'm not going to make you eat underwear food. Go throw them in the garbage and wash your hands."
Gio marches toward the downstairs bathroom, his feet stomping loudly across the wood floor.
I arch a brow at my suspiciously quiet youngest brother. "You, too, Manny."
He shields his butt with his hands and takes a step back. "I don't have no celery."
I pull my feet out of Andrés's grip and stand up. Andrés doesn't say a word. He's been too preoccupied with work to pay any attention to us.
I take a step toward my brother, who takes another step back, but not before I get a good look at the bulge extending from his butt. "So are you growing a tail, then?"
He flashes the most adorable, sheepish grin, and my heart sighs. These boys really know how to work me over.
I point a finger at him and do my best to keep a straight face. "Just because your brother does something naughty, doesn't mean you need to do it, too."
Manny solemnly nods before hobbling toward the bathroom like his shoes are ten sizes too big. I look over at Andrés, who has finally set down his phone. "That celery must be wedged up there pretty high." I laugh.
He folds his arm behind his head, smirking. "Welcome to parenthood, mija."
I arch my neck back, looking at him through slitted eyes. "Our kid's not going to be like that."
Andrés's
Chapter Six
Christina
"Are you better, Sissy?"
"For the most part." I look down at my brother, Gio, as he tugs on my shirt sleeve. Gio's shadow, my youngest brother, Manny, is right behind him. They are only three and four years old, and I'm not being biased when I say they are the cutest brothers ever.
They have golden brown skin, thick dark hair, and chubby cheeks like my stepfather and my mom's bright green eyes and wide smile—my eyes and smile.
I'm not quite sure who they inherited their naughtiness from. I was always an obedient child. Although it was mostly because I was raised under my adoptive mother's cloud of manipulation and degradation.My real mom, Jenny, was just a teen when she gave birth to me and was forced to give me up. I'm thankful we found each other, and that I found my new brothers. In the few short weeks I've known them, I honestly don't know how I could live without them.
Gio bats thick lashes and give me his best pleading gaze. "Because you promised you'd play tag with us."
I groan as I look across the sofa at Andrés. Shit. I was hoping my brother would have forgotten about tag. Though I would ordinarily love to play with them, my body is so sore, it feels like I ran a marathon. Andrés and I have been relaxing together for the past half hour. Actually, I've been enjoying a nice foot rub and a good book while he answers work emails and texts with his free hand.
"I know," I say as I set it down and rest my hand against my temple. I heave an exaggerated sigh. "I'm still a little dizzy."
I feel a pang of guilt at the look of disappointment in my brother's eyes.
Gio scrunches his face and plants both fists on his hips. "But Doc said you had morning sickness, and we've already had lunch."
"Yeah." Manny wags a finger at me. "Peanut butter and jelly and celery sticks."
Gio looks over at Manny and makes a face. "I hate celery."
I laugh when I see the bulge protruding from Gio's pocket. "Is that what I saw you stuffing down your pants?"
His eyes go wide and he shakes his head a little too hard. "No."
"Don't lie to me." I point as the head of the stalk. "You've got one hanging out of your pants."
Gio gapes at the celery and shoves it back down. "I was saving it for later," he says as he averts his gaze.
I roll my eyes as I hold out my hand. "Give me the celery."
Gio pulls the stalk out of his pocket, and that's when I notice a bulge in the front of his pants. I impatiently wag my fingers. "All of them."
If his lip hung any lower, it would hit the floor. "Do I have to eat them?" He pulls out three more celery sticks and places them in my hand.
"No." I laugh. "I'm not going to make you eat underwear food. Go throw them in the garbage and wash your hands."
Gio marches toward the downstairs bathroom, his feet stomping loudly across the wood floor.
I arch a brow at my suspiciously quiet youngest brother. "You, too, Manny."
He shields his butt with his hands and takes a step back. "I don't have no celery."
I pull my feet out of Andrés's grip and stand up. Andrés doesn't say a word. He's been too preoccupied with work to pay any attention to us.
I take a step toward my brother, who takes another step back, but not before I get a good look at the bulge extending from his butt. "So are you growing a tail, then?"
He flashes the most adorable, sheepish grin, and my heart sighs. These boys really know how to work me over.
I point a finger at him and do my best to keep a straight face. "Just because your brother does something naughty, doesn't mean you need to do it, too."
Manny solemnly nods before hobbling toward the bathroom like his shoes are ten sizes too big. I look over at Andrés, who has finally set down his phone. "That celery must be wedged up there pretty high." I laugh.
He folds his arm behind his head, smirking. "Welcome to parenthood, mija."
I arch my neck back, looking at him through slitted eyes. "Our kid's not going to be like that."
Andrés's
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