#and cesare coming down HARD. take no prisoners. only their heads.
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THE BROTHERS PAOLO AND VITELLOZZO VITELLI
man. the fucking. cycles of violence going on here. war, condottieri brothers, the execution of paolo vitelli (but the on the matter of guilt: questionable! no proof besides the absence of potential violence, but what conspiracy-betrayal wants to leave behind proof? torture and execute him anyway. maybe machiavelli has a point! unfortunately you left a surviving brother), the congiura della magione, all of it coming together at the strage di senigallia. just blood and gore and war all the way down, never stopping for a breather, already on to it's next battlefield. also malaria is there!
in other news! it turns out if you want to draw a comic about the strage di senigallia, you have to figure out designs for all the people in the room, but if you draw vitellozzo, you also have to draw his brother because he's like. there. in a dead way. something something vitellozzo's desire to avenge his brother manifesting in his desire to brutalize florence for their role in his brother's death.
that said, I did not want to draw military armor for an illustration that was partially designed to test out some splatter brushes. in the future though….I will have to revisit that visual…..
#italian renaissance tag#bdhsehrhghhhh#i thought about doing classicstober for about thirty seconds except i mostly draw roman politicians and i wouldn't do a roman#politicians october if there was one#what i will do. for some reason. is a comic about the senigallia massacre. because i have exactly one panel i want to draw SO bad#but in order to get that one panel. i need TEN PAGES OF NARRATIVE so the pay off will be satisfying. aughhrhghdhdhguehs#blood cw#anyway i dont think that paolo was conspiring. its just that the absence of decisive violence in war when you have the upper hand is like#weird. for everyone watching. like what are YOU doing man.#something about. uh. cesare's involvement in all of this is also compelling? the way we go to cesare and then against him#and cesare coming down HARD. take no prisoners. only their heads.#god what i would've done for s4 of showtime's borgias to see how they would do the senigallia massacre.............weeping......#anyway. blah. whether or not this comic gets done in octber is a huge question. but we gotta. get started on it. for#it to someday get finished. you know. AUGH. i need to do environment studies again#the renaissance has a vibe and i have yet to pin down the architectural vibe when i try to draw it. SOMEDAY. someday....#related to all of this (its not) i feel ethically obligated to do some kind of narrative justice to so many figures that were in AC2
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pobre diabla || oscar diaz
(gif is not mine. credit to owner♥️)
Summary: Reader gets scared of Oscar and reveals that she had a bad past relationship.
Requested: yes!
request for a fic on how spooky would react if reader got scared of him like maybe she had a bad past relationship and like he didn’t know about it but like he scared her, not on purpose and instantly regretted everything, apologizing and backing away like i never meant to scare you
Pairing: Oscar Diaz x Reader
Warnings: cussing, mentions of an abusive relationship, angst, fluff at the end.
Word Count: 1.7k
A/N: hello all. this is a request I’ve had for a long ass time. To whoever requested, I’m sorry it took this long. Something short, angsty and then sweet. Enjoy. like with part 6 of que malo, please take caution when reading!
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“He’s your brother, Oscar! He’s your brother and you’re not even gonna let him come back? This gang means more to you than him? Your flesh and blood?”
What a great way to ring in the new year, huh? Having a fight with your boyfriend over the fact that he’d kicked his little brother out and refused to let him back in.
You and Oscar had been dating for a few months. You’d met shortly after he’d gotten out of prison and you had instantly hit it off with him. Initially, you had been skeptical about starting a relationship with Oscar because your previous relationship hadn’t been the.. best. It had been scarring. Physically, emotionally, mentally. So when you and Oscar started hanging out and talking, part of you was afraid of opening yourself up to someone like that again only to be hurt. Especially given the fact that he was in a gang.
But over the course of your relationship, he’d never given you a reason to be afraid of him. He always kept the gang stuff away from you, making sure you were never involved. Oscar knew the dangers of being with someone like him and he always made sure to keep you protected and safe. And besides that, you’d learned things about him that many people didn’t know. You saw a side of him that he didn’t let most people see. That goofy, funny side.
The Oscar that would make fun of you for burning the food. The Oscar that would sometimes sing in the shower (which you loved because he really did have a nice singing voice). The Oscar that would always make sure his little brother was good, putting his needs before his own.
Which is why you couldn’t understand why when Cesar had shown up at the house begging Oscar to take him back, he refused. He kicked him to the curb, turned him away.
You’d heard about what happened at Olivia’s quince - her death, Ruby being shot. Oscar and the other Santos beating Cesar bloody, Oscar kicking him out. That was really when your relationship had become strained. Maybe you were naive when it came to the gang, but you couldn’t wrap your head around it. You’d been inside the house when you heard Oscar’s loud, deep voice yell. And when you peeked out from behind the curtain, you saw Oscar pushing his little brother. The look on Cesar’s face absolutely broke your heart. Then hearing and seeing all the other Santos bark at the young Diaz as he walked away fueled your anger. As soon as Oscar had come in the house, you couldn’t keep your mouth shut. Which led to you heatedly staring each other down in the living room.
“You don’t understand, Y/N. I didn’t have a choice. Cuchillos didn’t give me a choice-“
“Fuck Cuchillos! He’s your little brother, Oscar. He has nowhere to go. Those Prophets are still after him. What happens if they find him? They’re gonna kill him. All this because he couldn’t kill someone?”
“And look what happened! Olivia died, Ruby got shot! All because of his mistake! He knew what he had to do and he didn’t do it. That’s on him!”
“Bullshit, Oscar! That’s bullshit. You put that on him. He is a fourteen year old boy! Did you really expect him to just go and kill Latrelle? He’s not you, Oscar!” You spat, your heart rate beating rapidly in your chest from sheer anger. Oscar felt similarly, lips pulled back in a snarl, brows furrowed. This was probably the worst fight that the two of you had ever gotten into. You’d gotten into little arguments here and there before, but it was never anything like this. Never full blown yelling or glaring at each other so hard that both of you would’ve been six feet under if looks could kill.
“You know what? I don’t need this shit.” Oscar had turned around, going to leave but you kept going.
“Does the gang mean that much more to you than your baby brother? The baby brother that you raised? What are you gonna if one day a cop shows up and tells you that he’s dead because a Prophet got to hi-“
“I said enough!” In the blink of an eye, Oscar had spun around. “I don’t have a choice, and if you can’t understand that, then you can pack your shit and get out-“ His lifted his arm and you flinched, cowering away. In that moment, you weren’t looking at Oscar. It wasn’t your boyfriend that was standing in front of you. No.. it was your past abuser. The man that had swore he loved you but then turned around and smacked you around, talked down to you like you were nothing but a piece of garbage.
In that moment, panic filled you and all you could see were flashbacks, images of your ex-boyfriend. The look in his eyes, the anger on his face, before he’d mistreat you. All you could think of and hear in your head were the sounds of his hand making contact with your skin, the sounds of his harsh words and insults being thrown your way.
“I’m s-sorry. I’m sorry..” Was all you could say as you screwed your eyes shut, almost as if you were bracing, expecting, the impact of his palm against your cheek.
Oscar was stunned. Frozen in place. The anger he felt had dissipated in him. Vanished quicker than lightening and all that was left in it’s wake was hurt. His face faltered.. You’d flinched away from him. You thought he was going to hit you. When all he’d done was lift his hand to motion over to the hallway where your shared bedroom was.
“Y/N.. I.. I wasn’t gonna hit you..” Regret filled his entire body. The anger that was once taken hold of that room had gone right out the window, all that was was two horrified lovers. You opened your eyes, tears wetting your bottom lash line, and you were met with the sight of Oscar looking at you with hurt and regret all over his face. “Bebe.. I’m.. I’m sorry, I.. I wasn’t going to hit you. Tu sabes que nunca haria eso..” Oscar backed away from you, and the look on his face absolutely brushed your entire soul. You hadn’t meant to flinch. It was almost like an involuntary reaction. Oscar had never given you a reason to be scared of him, but in that moment, your mind had flashed back to your ex-boyfriend and you felt that same fear you always felt when you were with him.
“Oscar.. I’m sorry. I.. I know, I know that you’d never hit me.. I just..” You paused, taking in a deep breath, hoping to calm your erratic heart. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” You walked over to the couch and took a seat, burying your face in your hands. “It’s just.. I don’t know why, when you raised your hand like that I.. it was like I was looking at my ex-boyfriend. I had like this flashback.”
“What?”
“I’ve never told you before because I kinda always wanted to put it past me. And I just don’t like talking about it because it’s not easy to talk about..” You lifted your head, wiping away the tear that had fallen down your cheek. “Before I met you, I was dating this guy. He was great, funny, charming. It was enough for me to overlook the red flags. He’d always make little rude comments to me, he’d tell me what to wear, who I could and couldn’t hang out with. He’d look through my phone. That was just the start. Then it got physical. It started with little things - he’d push me, grab me hard enough to leave bruises.. and then he actually hit me. It started with a slap and escalated to something more.. I finally left him when I had to go to the hospital for injuries he caused.”
Oscar was once more stunned in silence. You were undoubtedly once of the strongest women he’s ever met and know he knew why. But he couldn’t deny the anger and the horror bubbling beneath his skin. But beside that, the hurt he felt was also there. The fact that he’d reminded you of your abuser, the fact that you’d been scared of him for even a brief moment, that you were scared he’d hit you - it killed him. It crushed his heart into a thousand pieces. “Mamas..” The Santo walked over hesitantly, kneeling down in front of you. He lifted a hesitant hand to you, touching your face, cradling your cheek softly as if he were handling a fragile china doll. To his relief, you didn’t flinch away from him. No, you leaned into his touch because his touch was familiar and it was good and you craved it.
“I’m sorry.” His voice was soft. Deep but soft. Calmness washed over you. “I’m fuckin’ sorry that happened to you.” The images of someone who you loved and trusted hurting you in such a horrific way flashed through his mind and you could make out that barely concealed anger in his eyes. “I’d kill the puto with my bare hands if I ever saw him.” He spoke. “But you need to know that I’d never hurt you like that. Nunca. Tu eres mi vida. Me moriría para ti.” His words caused a flurry of butterflies in your stomach to go wild. “I’d die before I hurt you like that, before I let anyone hurt you like that again. I’m sorry for scaring you, baby. I never meant to. We may fight and argue but I never want you to be afraid of me. Never me.”
“I know. And I’m sorry for not telling you about this before. And I’m sorry for what I said to you about Cesar-“ Oscar leaned forward and silenced you with a deep, kiss. You immediately melted into it, you hands coming to rest upon his shoulders, fiddling the fabric of the flannel that he wore. If his words hadn’t reassured that you had no reason to be afraid of him, than it was his kiss that sure had. The way he kissed you so softly, yet so deeply. So sweetly yet so passionately. It was everything.
“I know. I’m sorry for what I said too . For yelling.” He muttered as he pulled away, resting his forehead upon your own. “I’ll figure something out, okay? I know he’s my baby brother and I hate that he’s out there too.”
You leaned forward and pressed another, short, kiss to his lips.
“We’ll figure something out. Me and you.”
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𝔏𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔰 ℑ𝔫 𝔄 𝔇𝔞𝔫𝔤𝔢𝔯𝔬𝔲𝔰 𝔗𝔦𝔪𝔢 - 𝔒𝔰𝔠𝔞𝔯 𝔇𝔦𝔞𝔷
Warnings: violence maybe ? none yet really (but i mean it’s my writing so yall know smut is coming lol so 18+)
Oscar Diaz x black reader
You slowly open one eye to look at the clock on your nightstand reading 2:43 in the morning. At this time of night you knew it could only be one person.
You quickly threw on your cobalt blue robe accented with the floral pattern over your sweats and bralette and padded through your dark decent sized studio apartment towards the loud wrapping at your door.
"Rough night?" you ask as you give the battered man standing in your doorway a small smile to mask the feeling of worry and dread sitting in the pit of your stomach while taking in all of his wounds.
“If I knew you were coming I would’ve worn something better than this big ass bonnet and old sweats.” you say trying to ease the tension as you reach out for him.
His usual plump lips were slightly busted and the freshly formed bruises were beginning to take shape onto his cheekbone. Your eyes wander to his side and you notice that there must be a deeper wound soaking onto the now crimson stained once white vest top.
You place his arm over your shoulders and let him lean into you as you help him inside and onto your kitchen table before rushing to the bathroom to grab supplies and towels.
To say that you were a stranger to putting Oscar back together when he fell apart would be a lie.
Since you two were younger you’d always been the one to grab an ice pack for him from the nurse’s office when he’d get into it with the kids on the yard over something they’d say to you that he didn’t like. Or like the time you were helping him up off the ground when he was first initiated. That was the first time you’d ever been that angry and sad in your life.
It was hard for you to accept at first. Your family came from rivaling parts of town, but a few wrong decisions and moves from your family and you ended up living across the street from Oscar. Your father and his father decided over the years that they had one common ground. Their common ground was to protect the block so they came up with a sort of truce if you could call it that. Down the line Oscar’s father ended up going to prison and basically all hell broke loose.
Life changed when Oscar had to step up and eventually become Spooky and you had to make a decision to leave Freeridge to later come back and help. You left for university a few towns over to become a doctor. It took a lot of years of discipline in medical school and a lot of all-nighters, but here you were back in Freeridge to give a voice to black women in the medical field after noticing black mothers were dying during and after childbirth at an alarming rate (not being taken seriously by their non-black doctors usually played a huge part in this statistic).
"I've seen better days." he says, giving you a half hearted chuckle and you nod along listening to his voice but his tired and purple-y pink eyes spoke louder than his words.
This was him. He never said much, not even the day you two met in middle school.
Flashback
You just wouldn’t stop talking when you walked over to him sitting by himself under a tree eating his own food. You even asked him if he liked anime and let him watch Inuyasha on your ipod.
“You make your own lunch?” you would ask him as he’d nod and take the bag out of his backpack.
“Yeah, I ain’t got nobody to do all the shit like on the shows where they have pancakes waiting on the counter for breakfast. And like the brown paper lunch bag with the ham sandwich and apple slices in it or whatever they put in it. And I don’t like the stuff they serve. I wake up early anyways so I just make my own shit and something for Cesar to eat in the mornings.” he says laughing and laying out the little containers on his backpack one with mac and cheese in it and another with what seems like a hamburger patty.
“I get you. My parents work a lot to try to pay off some of my fathers “expenses” as they put it so. I usually just get whatever nasty food they’re serving up in the caf.” you say as you snuggle in next to him and pull open your chocolate milk carton.
Ever since then you two met everyday under that tree in the courtyard during lunchtime. He eventually started bringing a container for you too so that you could eat “something good for once” as he would say.
His intentions were always good at heart but they at times were clouded by his rage.
He wouldn’t, almost as if he couldn’t, let himself feel the hurt and process the trauma. He didn’t have the time to process it all because he was always thinking of his next move for himself and for Cesar.
His father left and his mother was never around as you learned quickly when you’d spend hours at a time at his home sometimes while your parents were off taking care of business. It was Oscar doing the grocery shopping, making sure Cesar never fell behind with his homework and classwork, and that he knew that he was loved.
He was left behind to take care of his own business. You met Cesar pretty early on when he’d chase you around with random beetles he’d find in the yard and put in requests for you to bring him Gogurts and m&ms from your house. He liked you instantly and took it rather hard when you left for uni.
You offered to take them both with you, but “Spooky” had already built a “life” for himself that Oscar didn’t get to walk away from.
Present
You move around the kitchen to sterilize all of your supplies and lay them on the table next to him before cutting the shirt open to take a look at how deeply the weapon seared into him.
Your eyes moved up his body following the patterns of the bruises, cuts, and scrapes before meeting his eyes. You looked at you for a moment before looking away from your gaze and nodding to give you the okay to do what you have to do to fix him up.
You knew that it was better to never ask questions about his escapades.Which was fine because you weren’t sure if you ever wanted the real answer. It was almost a routine for him to come visit you from time to time. Whether it was to hook-up or just because he needed someone to talk to because it seemed like he could trust no one besides you, Cesar, and Jose.
He stopped coming around after you told him you found someone. Safe to say that someone didn’t give a reason as to why he didn’t want to date you anymore after only 3 weeks and tried to avoid eye contact with you at the clinic.
You pour him a shot before pressing a soft kiss to his lips and proceeding with cleaning and closing up the deepest wound. You bandage the first one before moving onto the rest.
“Duele como una perra (hurts like a bitch).” he groans before you give him a quiet “i know” and press another gentle kiss to his lips.
Around an hour later you were in bed with him after ordering food for the both of you. Your fingers tracing over his temples softly trying to get him to fall asleep, but he insisted on staying up and catching up with you for the last month when you haven’t had a chance to talk. More so kissing on you and loving on you when he should be resting.
“You’re not Spooky to me, you know. You’re still the same person who ditched so you didn’t have to participate in dissection day. You’re still the same person who taught me what the difference between a prawn and a shrimp. I mean I’m not blind to the fact that things have changed. Cesar calls me from time to time. I know what’s going on. I’m just saying, let’s go. Let’s leave. Let’s start over. Don’t you want that? We can go to Hawaii or Canada. Somewhere we can just start over. We could convince them that you’ve died from these wounds and they won’t even look for you.You know I can make it happen. I’ll still practice and you can carve a new life for you and for Cesar.” you say as you run your fingers over his chest.
He stops kissing on your neck to look at you for a moment considering that your impulsive plan might actually work before shaking his head.
“I don’t know. I’ve been thinking about it. You know this isn’t what I wanted, but I knew that eventually it’d catch up with me. I just didn’t want Cesar wrapped up in all of this bullshit. I don’t know. Maybe it could work. But you know if this goes bad-” he says trailing off and you give him a quiet “i know” before wiping at a stray tear from his cheek.
You wrap your arms around him and slide your hand down to rest on his stomach gently.
“I’ve got something for you.” you say quietly before moving his hand from your thigh and reaching into the nightstand
“Maybe this will finalize your decision, Oscar.” you speak softly while placing the ultrasound in his hand and watch as his expressive eyebrows scrunch before it dawns on him.
He looks from you to the apricot shaped grey blob on the photo and back to you while nodding.
“I knew it. I knew something was different about you this time. Your skin is glowing more. You’ve got a different energy.” he says as he leans up wincing at the pain and wraps his arms around you to the best of his ability without aggravating the wound on his side.
“ I wanted to wait until I knew for sure before I told you. 9 weeks today. Can you believe it? That’s why we have to do this. You deserve happiness and peace too Oscar. I can see you with your own restaurant. You changing lives by donating a portion of your food to those in need. Me with my practice for women of colour. We could even get Cesar in university or a trade school. Whatever he’d want to do. He knows he has my full support.” you plead to him as you trace over his cheekbone and take his hands into yours.
“Alright but we gotta do this precisely. There’s no room for mistakes-” .
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Oscar Diaz-Prison Talk
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You feel your heart squeeze as you take your seat in front of the glass that separated you and your boyfriend of many years. This visit was different though, you felt happy instead of sad. His sentence was almost up and soon he would be back home with you. No more long drives to see him, no more getting patted down and searched. No more only getting to see him for twenty five minutes at a time. You would also complain about the supervised phone calls but Oscar being Oscar managed to get himself a cell phone,not that you agreed, but you sure didn’t complain when you were able to hear his voice every night,”Hi.” You say with a toothy smile when you pick up the phone and put it to your ear, Oscar mimicking your moves.
“Hi nena.” He responds,looking you over with a small lick of his lips,”You look good.” He compliments causing you to roll your eyes in a playful manner. You were sure anything looked good to him at this point. All you had on was a pair of jeans and a old T-shirt. Every now and then you would dress up as much as you could,the prison having a dress code policy for visitors, Oscar not being shy in asking you to pull out certain body parts from your shirt with that sly smirk of his. You gave in a few more times then you would like to admit, only for a few seconds since you were scared of being caught by the guards and being banned from visiting.
“Yeah? Because I’m pretty sure this is Cesars shirt.” You tell him as you pick at the fabric and shrug unsurely,”Laundry day gets pretty hectic. Which you’ll soon be reminded of when you finally get out of here.” You add in delight,”Two more weeks babe.”
“I can’t wait. I’m tired of this place. I ain’t ever coming back Y/N.” He says seriously, you force a small smile and nod, the voice in the back of your head telling you that it was very possible for him to end up right back here considering what his lifestyle is,”I promise you. I won’t ever let myself be taken away from you and Cesar again.” You push the voice away and tap your fingers lightly on the glass before letting it rest against it.
“I know you won’t papi. You’re gonna be home for good.” You reply and blink back a few tears as you sit up straight, Oscar resting his hand on the glass as well, only for a few moments before you both pull them back,”It’s been real hard with out you. I just can’t wait for this all to be put behind us and we can move on with our lives.” It was true the past year had been really hard for you, Oscar was the one that paid for everything and took care of you and Cesar. You had managed to get a job at a restaurant down the road from the house and with some help from members of the Santos you were doing okay. It wasn’t just the financial burden though it was also the loneliness and heartache that made this the very worst year of your life,”Cesar needs you more than ever...he’s going through his teenage shit and hasn’t really been talking to me anymore. You coming home should do him some good.” You say with a hopeful voice, you and Cesar has grown really close and all of a sudden he just pulled away, it couldn’t help but sadden you.
“He’s not giving you any shit is he?” He asks with a raised brow causing you to quickly shake your head.
“No,never he’s just being more distant with me. I’m sure it’s just hormones or something baby.” You defend not wanting him to worry,”Let’s just talk about something else, okay? We can talk about Cesar more when you’re home and after you get a chance to see him.” He thinks it over for a second and gives in with a huff.
“Alright...you’re probably right.” He says in agreement with pursed lips before changing the subject,”So tell me mami, what have you been up too since I last seen you?”
You grin and go into detail about the past few days all from how work was going all the way to the girl drama between you and your friends. Oscar takes in your features as you ramble on,thinking of how he’s going to get to hear how your day went everyday when he is finally out of here and he can’t wait. You’re suddenly cut off as the guards in each section yell out the familiar two minute warning, signaling to wrap up all conversations,”Well, like I was saying, Gianna was lying all along to everybody..um..I’ll tell you more about it next time, okay?” Sadness laced in your voice,”I’m still gonna come visit you until you’re out, even if it’s only two more weeks.”
“You’re the best, I would go crazy in here if it wasn’t for the fact that I have to get out of here and see you, actually see you mami. Not through some glass where I can’t even touch you. God...I really wanna touch you.” He says causing you to feel a certain heat in the pit of your stomach,”You better be ready mamas. It’s going to be a long night when I’m out.” He says with a slight hint of lust. You gulp and squeeze the phone tightly, you missed his touch and were already anticipating what a amazing night that’s going to be. Your thoughts are cut short though when the guard starts going down the seats and lining the inmates up. It grabs his attention and causes him to turn serious,”I love you. I’ll see you in a few days, don’t be sad nena.” He says quickly into the phone as he moves to stand up when the guard taps him on the shoulder.
“I love you Oscar.” You tell him just as he moves the phone to hang it up. He taps the glass one final time before turning away and falling in line. You breathe heavily before setting the phone back on the hook and heading towards the exit, glancing back every few steps until you can’t see him any more. When you make it out of the prison and to the parking lot and into your car you take a few moments to collect yourself. You always hated the ending parts of these days but you knew that each time you came up here would be one visit closer to his release. You smile to yourself and look at the prison through your rear view mirror, before quickly taking off back to Freeridge, after all you only had two weeks to plan the most amazing welcome home party anyone has ever seen,”See you soon.” You whisper and turn on the music for your journey home.
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Secrets | O. Diaz
Pairing: Oscar x Martinez!Reader
Timeframe: Season 3 Episode 8
Summary: He tells her he’ll call, and he’s never broken a promise to her.
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A/N: I have too many thoughts on Season 3. So now I have too many fic ideas.
My parents and youngest siblings were out of the house, and my grandmother was on her own adventure somewhere via here station wagon. I took this as the opportunity to call my brother and his friends over and get them to spill the details about what they had been up to for the past few months.
Ever since Ruby came home at 11 o’clock at night, they had been acting secretive, Spooky included. After sticking my neck out for them when they were trying to clean the rollerworld money, I felt offended that they were hiding things from me again.
I was ready to bribe and torture them until they talked, but it was only a few minutes into the investigation and Ruby and Jamal were already squealing.
“- So now we have until July to find Lil’ Ricky before Cuchillos gets mad.”
Ruby and Jamal were breathing heavily after detailing everything that happened. Meanwhile, Monse and Cesar were glaring at them both for having such little will power.
“You mean to tell me,” I began, crossing my arms and knitting my eyebrows together. Ruby shrunk back down to his, knowing what was about to happen. “That you’ve been in the middle of a gang-affiliated vendetta for the past few months and I’m just only hearing about this now?! And after I helped you with the rollerworld money and convinced Spooky to help Cesar.”
Guilt washed over all four of their faces because they knew I was right. They recruited Jasmine and Oscar’s help almost as soon as they were tasked with the job, but left me in the dark until the very end. Ruby, having looked significantly more flushed than the others, stared down at his shoes as he spoke to defend the four of them.
“Oscar made us keep it from you,” he stated, voice trembling with fear, because he knew the kind of conflict this would create. Perhaps he hated the idea of me being mad at him more than he hated the thought of me being mad at Spooky.
“He did what?”
Speak of the devil and he shall appear. Just as his name was brought up in the conversation, a loud knock on the front door sounded throughout the living room area. Ruby’s eyes widened with horror, having become familiar with sound of Spooky’s knock from all the times he’d come over when my parents weren’t around.
It wasn’t until I opened the door that the other three caught on and sunk into their seats in terror. I was glaring at Oscar the moment I opened the door to him, but he was clueless, smiling like a fool because we hadn’t seen each other in a few days. When he glanced over my shoulder and saw the kids, however, he began to piece together what had happened.
“You have some explaining to do,” I stated bluntly, making my way back to where I stood in the living room- leaving Oscar to follow me inside without the traditional kiss we’d share as a greeting. “All of you do... So start talking.”
“You told her?”
“It was Ruby!” Jamal held his hand out and pointed at my brother, whose eyes somehow grew wider than they already were. I saw Oscar inhale deeply, flaring his nostrils while doing so, in the corner of my eye.
“She tortured it out of me! I’m not made of stone,” my brother retorted.
“All she did was yell at us,” Monse stated.
“Oh, you do not know my sister,” Ruby said defensively, holding his finger out in Monse’s direction. “The last time I made her that angry, she shaved one of my eyebrows off in my sleep, I wasn’t gonna take my chances-”
“Hey!” Spooky was glaring at all four of them, still unimpressed that they told me about what happened. “You four have done enough. Cesar, take ‘em and leave.”
One word was enough for Cesar to know what Oscar wanted him to do. He lances over at the other three, before getting up and heading towards the front door. They stood and followed him out, most likely to meet up again at Spooky’s house to discuss more plans behind my back.
I had grown tired of trying to avoid being kept in the dark, so I let them leave. Not to mention, it was Oscar who kept them from telling me what was happening, so it was him who I was mostly angry at.
“I can’t believe you, Spooky,” I scoffed, a beat after the door slammed shut and the kids were out of earshot. “You told them not to tell me? What the hell?!”
“I didn’t wanna get you involved,” he reasoned.
That was his reasoning for almost everything. I understood matters concerning the Santos. I understood the deals that went down between them and the prophets. Each of the jobs he had to do here and there because of it. But this wasn’t like that, and he knew it.
“So you don’t think I have a right to know when my brother’s in danger?” I placed my hand on my hip and waited two seconds for him to say something. When he didn’t, I beat him to it. “Since when do we keep shit like this from each other?”
He sighed when I brought that up. I knew that wasn’t what he meant to do, but that didn’t change the fact that Ruby was in danger and he kept it from me. He shoves his hand in his pocket, and I could already sense that he was about to say something stupid.
“You took Cesar in last summer without telling me.”
My eyes grew wide in frustration, and my mouth fell open. Spooky caught on almost instantly that bringing that up was doing the opposite of helping his argument, but that didn’t stop me from making it absolutely clear to him.
“So what? Because I didn’t want Cesar to sleep on the streets, it makes it okay for you to hide things about my brother from me?” Again, I waited a few seconds for Spooky to response, but there was nothing he could say. On the other hand, I still had a lot to get off my chest. “How would you feel if Cesar was in danger and I made sure you didn’t know about it?”
“Okay,” he sighed, his cheeks flushed because this was a rare moment; me scolding him. And about the protection of our brothers, of all things. “I get what you’re saying.”
“Oh do you?” I said sarcastically.
“Y/n,” Oscar reached for my hand, and I knew what he was doing. My boyfriend had so much charm. It had gotten him out of a lot of grudges and arguments, but not this one.
“Don’t,” I shrieked, yanking my hand away from him and stepping back. “- touch me. I’m really mad at you right now, Oscar... And I am so sick of you keeping shit from me. I’m so sick of watching the people I love be put in danger, and have no clue about what’s going on.”
He keeps his head down, and I know he’s caught on. This wasn’t the first time he kept important things from me. When Ruby was shot, I had no it was Latrelle who did it until Jamal told me at the hospital. When Mario was getting targeted by a group of Prophets, I didn’t find out until he came home bloody and bruised. When he was sent to prison, I didn’t find out until Cesar came knocking on my door with tears streaming down his face.
“I know you do it because you’re trying to look out for me,” I cried. As much as I enjoyed winning an argument, I didn’t scold Oscar to make him feel bad for doing what he genuinely thought was the right thing. “But it hurts more when I have to find out this way.”
Silence fills the air for an uncomfortable amount of time. I watched Spooky stare at the ground as he thinks something through in his mind.
“I’m handling it today,” he began, as finally looked up at me, his expression less stoic than its natural state. “Cuchillos... she’s taking a meeting she’s not walking out of. I’m gonna make damn sure of it.”
I could help but let out a sigh of relief. Even after the kids told me about their task to find Lil’ Ricky, they wouldn’t budge on talking about the rest of the plan. It felt good to know what was happening for once.
However the danger of the situation became alarming aware to me as I continued to process. I was beginning to empathise with Spooky as to why he kept things from me. The hurting was inevitable.
“Hey,” he whispered, after noting the tears brimming in my eyes. He took hold of my face as he closed the distance between us. “Look at me... Remember when I called you that time? Before I closed the deal with the prophets? I promised you I’d come home. And what did I do?”
“You came home,” I answered, after sniffling as I wiped my tears away.
“And when I did time,” he added, this time lifting his other hand to caress the other side of my face. “I promised you I’d get out early, and what happened?”
“You got out early,” I sighed.
For someone who had just lost an argument, and had put his life on the line several times beforehand, he made a really good point about keeping his word.
“Exactly, mi vida,” he smiled, gazing into my eyes until I began smiling back. It was hard staying mad at him. “I promise you I will handle this, and I promise I’ll call you as soon as it’s done.”
He gently pulled me closer to him, and kissed my temple, before hugging me close to his chest. I placed my hands on the backs of his shoulders and buried my face in the crook of his neck. I wanted to believe his promise, but I couldn’t help but savour the smell of his shirt... just in case.
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“Y/n, c’mon I went to the mall just to get this for you.” Ruby was whining about buying me my favourite combo from my favourite food joint at his least favourite place- the mall. “He’s gonna call, Y/n... You having something to eat isn’t gonna affect that.”
My eyes had been glued to my phone for most of the three days in which Spooky was gone. And with passing moment, my anxiety and fear grew exponentially.
“Look, I gotta go,” he sighed, placing his hand on my shoulder. “We’re gonna hideout somewhere until it’s handled... but please eat something.”
I exhaled and put my phone down for the first time in several hours.
“Ok,” I breathed, before pulling the food closer to me. Ruby smiled and began heading towards the door. Before he reached it I called out to him. “And Ruby?... Be careful.”
He came back to me, and kissed me on the forehead before leaving with his duffel bag on him. It was difficult eating my dinner alone, with two of my favourite guys gone.
My abuelita came home after an hour, by which I had made myself comfortable on the living room couch. She sat at the kitchen table, a cup of coffee in one hand and her sewing job in the other.
I had began drifting to sleep, by the time it was nightfall. My grandmother must have took notice, because I had my eyes closed for a few minutes and by the time I opened them again, she had placed a blanket over me.
Then, just as I was about to call it a night, and head to my bedroom for yet another night of half-sleeping and half-staying alert for Oscar’s call, there was a knock at our front door. I sat up instantly.
Turning to my grandmother who looked just as I confused as I did I concluded that the only person who would be knocking at the time of the night would not be good news. Ruby had his own key, and so did my parents.
With one hand on Mario’s ld baseball bat, I slowly made my way to the door. As I pulled it open, I gasped in horror.
“Spooky?” I had never seen him with so many cuts and bruises. Without hesitating, I swung his arm over my shoulder and helped him inside. “Abuelita? Abuelita, get your sewing kit.”
After sitting him down at our kitchen table, I held his hand and winced while my grandmother stitched his wounds up. Even in the state he was in, Spooky still had the nerve to chuckle at how squeamish I was. I wasn’t typically faint-hearted, but something about these wounds being on Spooky made my skin crawl.
“Thank you,” my abuelita whispered to Oscar as she finished stitching up his last wound.
“For what?”
“You know what,” she replied, smiling at him. I squeezed his hand and he lifted mine to his lips. Even beaten and bruised, he was still charming as ever. “So... what are you gonna do with the money?”
He turned his head to my abuelita, and he smiled. She nodded, as if she understood exactly what he was trying to communicate, but I was still clueless. Silently, she stood up and walked into one of the bedrooms to give us privacy. I finished placing a bandage over Oscar’s neck, when I noticed him staring at me.
“What?” I asked softly. He reached for my hand and interlocked our fingers together. I put my hand on his lap and gave him my attention.
“You still mad at me?”
“No,” I smiled, before taking the bottle of booze he’d been drinking and taking a gulp of it for myself. I needed it after watching my grandmother stitch him up. After putting the bottle back onto the table, it dawned on me what he had done. “... Is it really over?”
He took hold of my face and pressed our temples against one another. As I gazed at him with worried eyes, he smiled- more confident than ever.
“I handled it, baby.” He chuckled lightly, like getting it done didn’t cost him a few days of getting beaten and battered. “And I can finally get out... We can finally get out.”
It hadn’t occurred to me that one of his motives, aside from saving the kids, was finding a way out. Ever since his affiliation with the Santos became explicit involvement, we fantasised a life away from Freeridge. It was finally becoming and option for us.
That’s what he was gonna use the money for.
I leaned closer to him and kissed him softly. He stroked my cheek, while I held onto his wrist, too afraid to hurt him by touching one of his facial cuts accidentally. As I pulled away, I thought back to our last argument.
“No more secrets?”
Spooky shook his head before, lifting his head to kiss my forehead. He made sure to lift my chin and grin at me before shaking his head once more.
“No más.”
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NSFW Alphabet
Oscar Diaz x reader
A = Aftercare (what they're like after sex)
Oscar always cleans you up afterwards. He'll rub the soreness out of your thighs, peppering you with kisses. He makes sure you're comfortable before teasing you about how tired you look.
B = Body Part (his favorite body part of yours, the other way around)
Your ass, of course. He can't help but stare at it for way too long (if there is such a thing). He loves smacking your ass as you pass him, and especially loves gripping it with or without your clothes on. Sometimes he offers to go shopping with you, just so he can have you put on a little show for him while shopping for skirts.
Your favorite body part of his is his chest. You love pulling his chest to yours in missionary, putting your head on it when your on his cock for slow sex, and even the next morning when your about to get up for work and you feel him pull your back to his chest.
C = Cum (Anything to do with cum)
He's okay with cumming anywhere on or in you. If you're sucking him off, he loves it when you swallow for him. When you don't, you let him cum on your face and chest, and he just loves the sight.
When he's fucking you, he prefers to come inside you. He likes seeing it leak out of you. Unless you want him to, he won't wear a condom. When he doesn't come in you, he cums on your stomach. He'll scoop it up with his fingers and put it in your mouth, and you'll gladly suck it off to see that smirk on his face.
D = Dirty Secret
Something that only you know is that he's actually really into cock warming. It started when you once both fell asleep after having sex, and he didn't pull out of you. He woke up before you, and saw that he was still inside of you. He tried to pull out and not wake you, and you just squeezed him and moaned in your sleep. You got wet fast, and despite loving the feeling, he woke you up. You were really turned on when you woke up and humped out an orgasm for you both.
Now when it's just the two of you in the house, and Cesar is spending the night secretly with Monse, he would have you wear only a shirt and sit on his lap while he's on the couch. He'd slip his cock into you and lazily stroke your clit and play with your nipples while watching TV. He can't get enough of your panting and squeezing, and it's just such a turn on that he fucks the shit out of you over the couch after you had a different feeling orgasm from the cock warming.
E = Experience (How experienced are they?)
Though Oscar is really experienced, he doesn't like talking about it. Back then sex didn't mean much and yeah it made him good at it, but he's not gonna brag about it when all he wants is you only. That being said, he knows his way around your body.
Unlike him, you weren't really experienced at all and it took a while before you went to bed with him. You were embarrassed of it, but it honestly just made Oscar more happy that he's one of the very few people that get to see your sexy ass body.
F = Favorite Position
Doggy position. Getting a view of your ass while he's pounding into you. What gets him even more turned on by it is that your moans are louder in that position, since it has him easily hit the right spots constantly.
G = Goofy (Are they more serious in bed? Or are they humorous?)
There are times when Oscar is serious when you two are having an intimate moment for making love. Other than that, at times you'll both be constantly be laughing in the middle of sex. Other times he'll make a joke here and there, and it makes him happy to know that you adore his inappropriate humor always.
H = Hair (Are they groomed down there? Does the carpet match the drapes?)
He does maintain himself, and he does trim it. He won't let it grow out of control, since he wants you to have a better time sucking him off, but he won't fully shave it either.
I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, are they romantic?)
When the moments are right, Oscar could make you feel like having sex is just so much more. It's actually a little hard for him to come up with genuinely romantic gestures, other than taking you somewhere here and there, so he tries to whisper sweet things into your ere before slowly driving his cock into you. To you, it's the most romantic thing he could do.
J = Jack Off
Once you moved in with him, there was no reason to jack off when he always had you. But before, he'd do it more often than not to the thought of you.
Eventually he told you about it, and you told him to let you know when he would masturbate. He did, and you sent him pictures of yourself that was only meant for him. He'd send you pictures back as well, and you'd both jack off together, which was a turn on for the both of you. Sometimes you even video called each other for it.
K = Kink
Squirting. This has to do with overstimulating you a bit. Of course he would never overdo it for your body and knows your limits, but it makes him so horny by the rare moments when you squirt. Usually it ends up on his stomach, and one time all over your face.
Every single time it happens you get embarrassed, but he has a big smile as he cleans you both up and pulls you into him. He tells you how sexy is was, and sometimes he can't help but tease you. It honestly makes him feel special, especially when you admitted that no one else has ever done that to you, and you didn't know you could even do that. It's such a turn on, you have to usually give him a handjob or a blowjob from how much he loves it.
L = Location (Favorite place to do it)
The bed of course. But he does have other places that are close favorites on his list. Over the couch gives good angles. In the bathtub underwater is a good different feeling. His Impala is always sexy, whether in it or on it. One time you both snuck onto the beach in the middle of the night with no one there, and the cool feeling of the wind mixed with the heated bodies of each other gave you both the strength to go all night long.
M = Motivation (What turns him on, gets him going?)
You. Your ass. He loves looking at your ass, clothed and nude. At times when it's only the two of you in the house, he convinces you to walk around naked. Because of this, he could get turned on my looking around the house, the memories of you naked in his mind.
N = NO (Something they wouldn't do)
He would never hurt you in any way. The biggest thing he'll do is smack your ass or pull your hair a bit, but putting you through any kind of real pain is a big no.
O = Oral (Do that like to give or receive? Are they skilled?)
To be honest, he prefers receiving more than giving. But that doesn't mean that he wouldn't do it. He likes to occasionally eat you out, and kisses you with the cum in his mouth, which he loves doing. But there's something about fucking your face and having you swallow his cum that he can't get enough of. He also loves the innocent eyes you have when you look up at him.
P = Pace (Are they fast and rough, slow and sensual?)
More often than not, he's pounding into you relentlessly. In any position, anywhere, he could fuck your brains out. Sometimes you've had to call in sick because you couldn't walk right (and he gladly takes care of you for the day).
There are also times where he's trying to be emotional and romantic, and the two of you go at a nice slow pace while he places sloppy kisses on your neck. It's a different kind of good feeling.
Q = Quickie
Though he prefers to have you going all night, he loves a quick fuck to get it out of his system. He'll pull you into an empty room and pound the shit out of you, swiping your juices and having you suck it off his fingers for you to not cry out. What usually gets him going like that is you teasing him, or just looking at your body in a public place.
R = Risk (Do they like to take risks? Are they willing to experiment?)
He'll do any position and is up for learning something new all the time. It's really fun, and he always makes jokes to have you burst out laughing sometimes when you're trying to do something new. Again, he's not going to physically hurt you.
If by risks you mean location, then he's down for anywhere. If it was a hiding spot or nobody's there, then go for it.
S = Stamina (How many rounds? How long do they last?)
Your record together is 4. He normally has you go for two or three rounds if it's not a quickie or if it's not to help either of you sleep. If he's either excited or angry enough, you two could last for hours.
T = Toy (Do they own toys?)
Nope. No. Not at all. ¿Por qué piensas eso? He would never buy any kind of sex toys to use on you, and he would never even think about stuff for himself. Why use that shit when he and you have the real thing? The only thing he would ever actually do is maybe blindfold you while eating you out, but that's it.
The only time you get something was during the time he was in prison. You visited him every weekend, and once brought it up because of needy you were without him. He told you that he was okay with you to buy a vibrator, just as long as it wasn't as big as him.
U = Unfair (How much of a tease are they?)
When he's in a playful mood, he can be the biggest tease. He'll take forever teasing you before touching you where you want him to. Other than that, he can be more attentive to you than not.
V = Volume
He's not very loud, only some grunts here and there. He does love making you loud though. He wants to hear you scream his name, hear those sexy ass moans come out of you.
W = Wild Card
When you visited him in prison, after he allowed you to get a vibrator, he sometimes told you to bring it. You'd sometimes visit with it in you. When he told you to turn it on, you did. You two would be mid conversation when he'd randomly tell you to turn it up. He wouldn't say anything but smirk while he talked to you, you trying very hard to keep the moans in.
X = X-ray (What's going on down there?)
He's a little bigger than average, not gigantic though. What he really has to brag about is how thick it is.
Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)
It wasn't really that high until he met you. After you came into his life, even before you two got together, he was always horny thinking about you. He just couldn't help but have his mind wander when it was about you. After you and him got together, he could almost never keep his hands off of you. You don't mind though.
Z = Zzz (How quickly do they fall asleep?)
He falls asleep not too long after, but never before you. He likes knowing that you trust him enough to fall asleep with him spooning you.
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I Want Adult Problems - Part One
Turning the key that her brother had the lawyer hand off to her after his sentencing she glanced around the home. The yard was bare, like the house hadn’t had a resident in a while. she guessed from what the lawyer had said that it wasn’t true though. From what she relayed it sounded like a Santo who had resided here before had a bad habit of making things a mess and never cleaning them up. It was going to be a lot of work she’d said, but her brother wanted her to take it.
Sad Eyes had gotten arrested a few weeks ago on a run and at his trial this morning he’d been sentenced to prison time. Two years. Apparently, the house was from the Santos as a concession for his getting caught. The only catch was that it had to be cleaned up.
She hadn’t wanted to take it at first, but there really weren’t any choices. After all she didn't really have anywhere to go anymore. Plus the house came with Santo protection. That was important, everyone knew her family was generational Santo. Sure, she’d stayed away from it as much as she could but when your older brother was a Santo like all the males relatives before him, well, everyone knew you were affiliated too. With her oldest sister gone and Sad Eyes in the joint there was no one left.
Her parents had been killed in a drunk driving accident. The accident had been their fault, they’d been the ones drinking and driving on a Friday afternoon, on their way to get her from school, presumably, so it wasn’t a stretch to say the family whose kid they killed was forever resentful of her family. They’d drug her family through the mud over and over. It was then that Sad Eyes had leaned into the Santos as his family. But he’d always made time for her. A delicate balance between the sisters he loved and protected and the life he lived with his Santos brothers.
She’d been living with Sad Eyes a few years now, well really since her sister had left with her boyfriend at the time, now he was her husband. Sad Eyes had done his best to raise her and protect her but she’d been on her own a while now anyways. The place she and Sad Eyes had been living in was rented and it was the perfect excuse to non-renew their lease and seize the property inside. She’d been allowed to take personal belongings, clothes, toiletries the like, but everything else had to stay. No furniture, no kitchenware, no appliances, it was like starting over.
It’s not that they had been bad tenants but someone had bought the property. He was new in town and had hopes of giving the house to a family member. She couldn’t blame him. she shrugged, pushing the thoughts out of her mind and taking a deep breath before walking through the door.
The place had a stale smell, like the windows hadn’t been opened in a long time, and, while it didn’t smell rotting or anything it wasn’t pleasant either. Pushing the door open she found resistance before it was even half open. Running her hand up and down against the wall near the door she finally found the light switch, flipping the switch she realized that the hall light didn’t work. “Great” she said under her breath and pulled her phone from her pocket. Shining the light down the hall she saw it was lined on both sides with crap. The left side looked like anything and everything that had been brought into the house had been dropped there and the right side looked like there was more organization and purpose there, but still shit was stacked against the wall.
Stepping carefully through the hallway she scoped it out, finding a living room off the end hallway to the left and a bedroom off to the right. The furniture in both was there was almost no spot on either floor or surface that wasn’t covered with something. It looked like the person who lived here before just left everything where it was when they finished with it and then never went back to take care of it. Both those rooms had switches that worked, so there’s a plus. At the end of the hallway was a kitchen stacked everywhere with dirty dishes and trash strewn all over the floor. Past the kitchen another hallway with a bathroom and two more bedrooms off of it. Neither room was furnished but looked like it had been used for more storage. Moving on to the bathroom it was in considerably better shape but hadn’t been cleaned in some time. It was lined with grime but the only trash appeared to be toilet paper rolls. She rolled her eyes, I mean was it that hard to throw shit like that away.
Moving back towards the door she decided you’d worry about it tomorrow. It was late, she was tired and drained from the events today. And she hadn’t slept much the night before staying up late to pack up his and her things. She and Sad Eyes’ stuff could stay in the car for now. Making her way back out to the little porch she found a chair and had a seat.
The evening air was warm and the sun was going down. She leaned her head back against the wall breathing in and out and running through the events of the last few days in her head. It was exhausting but she couldn’t stop thinking about it. It hurt to have Sad Eyes gone. It was like being all alone in the world.
The outside light popped on as someone came up the walkway. She’d heard a car but hadn’t thought it stopped in front of her house. But she opened her eyes and looked at the man on the walk. She instantly recognized him as Spooky, one of her brother’s closest friends.
She and Spooky had always gotten along fine and she figured Sad Eyes would have someone check on her while he was locked up. She wasn't that surprised that it was Spooky. “Hey” he said simply stopping at the steps, leaning against the first step with his foot. He pulled his smokes out of his pocket and lit up. Then, almost as an after thought, offered the pack to shewith a cock of his eyebrow.
She shook her head, “Nah, not my thing” she replied.
He smiled a little, “Mano would probably kill me for even offering a cancer stick to his little sister” he said.
She smirked too, “Yep, probably”. As Spooky smoked she sat there in silence looking down at her hands and picking her nails.
Exhaling out the smoke, “So you been inside?” He asked.
“Yeah, it’s a shit show” she answered shrugging. Then realized she should be grateful, it was probably Spooky who had to give the go ahead for me to live here anyways. Even more so since she didn't think anyone would have known to look for her here this quickly. “Which,” she said looking up quickly to cover her ass, “is not to say that I’m not grateful or don’t like it. I guess you probably said I could have it, so thanks. Sorry” she said smiling at the end.
“Ahh,” Spooky answered, shaking his head, “I know it's a shit show but I figure you’ll have it cleaned up. You’re welcome, anything for Sad Eyes” he said, “He’s been riding with me since day one.” He finished shrugging.
She nodded, “Yeah, he felt that way about you too, we used to go check on Cesar when you were in.”
He just nodded. “So you staying here tonight? Is there even anywhere to stay?” he asked, inclining his head towards the door.
She shrugged, “Not really but I think I saw a bed I can make work” she answered.
“We’re having a party tonight, I should be getting back to it” he said, “Why don’t you come through and you can stay at the house tonight. Work on it tomorrow instead. Sad Eyes would kill me if you didn’t have a good spot to sleep any night. Come on,” he said, putting out his cigarette, “you look like you need a night out anyways” he said, moving towards his car and holding the door open for you. She nodded and headed down the walk way after him.
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FAMILIA (Oscar Diaz imagine)
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“It’s gonna be a boy.” he said as he caressed her stomach, she giggled at the feeling of fingers running across her skin.
“How can you be so sure?” she asked, her fingers lightly scratching the back of his scalp, his body settled between her legs as they lie on the giant mattress in their room. Across the room she looks at the fully built crib and cot that was already prepared even though she had at least six more months to go. Oscar wanted to be prepared though, a baby was a big responsibility and on top of that he had the gang and Cesar to take care of so his attention was demanded a lot from each aspect.
“because I just know.” was all he said as he placed a gentle kiss on her stomach.
“He’s gonna be big and bad, just like his daddy.” He continued on and left small pecks on her skin. Her smile slowly began to fade, of course she was excited to have this baby, especially with Oscar. But she didn’t want her son or daughter to even be involved with the gang in any way, shape or form. She already has to worry about Oscar being safe and on top of that with Cesar slowly becoming no longer affiliated but apart of the Santos was scary enough.
“What are you thinking about mama?” Oscar noticed her face, the way her body deflated into a shrunk and her lips slightly pouting. She knew there was no point in keeping what was on her mind on lock, so she told him.
“I’m just worried about what will happen when he or she gets older,” the movement of his hand on her stomach cane to a halt and he sat up to get a good look at her. “I just don’t want our child being apart of the gang Oscar.” She whispered in the end and turned her head to the other side so she wouldn’t see his reaction.
“Hey.” He spoke gently and moved her chin towards him. Leaning in he gives her a soft peck and then gave her a deep long kiss before pulling away and leaving a kiss on her head.
“I promis you, they aren’t gonna be apart of this. I won’t let he or she be in this life, I know it seems like I am cause of Cesar but this is my child, and I swear to you I will make sure they won’t be part of this life.” He promised her and left another kiss on her small bump.
“I love you Oscar.” The emotion was clear as day in y/n’s eyes, same with Oscar. It was raw and surreal, he never showed this type of feeling to anyone except her and Cesar but he truly did love this woman, the mother of his child, the love of his life. They were still only sixteen but they were ready for this responsibility, as long as they were together. Just as he was about to reply a loud and wild commotion erupted as their bedroom door was slammed open and several cops with guns pointed right at the couple were present.
“PUT YOUR HANDS IN THE AIR NOW!” One man screamed as his gun was dead set on Oscar. Y/n tried to stay calm so that she wouldn’t cause stress to the baby, but because there was so many cops in their room pointing guns at her that could harm her and the baby she couldn’t help but start to hyperventilate.
“Alright, alright don’t hurt her she’s pregnant man!” Oscar pleaded as he tried his best to shelter y/n from being in the guns view.
“Oscar Diaz you are under arrest, Put your hands where I can see them.” Tears began to build as she watched Oscar raise his hands in the air and practically be man handled by the police. Putting the cuffs on him they drag him out aggressively as they read him his rights out loud.
Although her breathing started to become uneven, y/n got up with her wobbly legs and quickly made her way outside to where Oscar, Cesar and the rest of the guys were on the porch. She could the sound of Cesar’s cries as he tried to get to his older brother.
“Oscar!! Please don’t go please!” His heart ripped into two as he watched his little brother and the love of his life watch in horror as the police stick him in the backseat of the car and close the door. Just as the car was about to take off, he took one last hard look at them and mouthed the words ‘I love you’ before they took him away.
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He was sentenced to ten years in prison, four if he had good behavior but to y/n that was still too long. Oscar would miss out on every mile stone with their child, their first breath, first skin contact, first steps, first word every little thing.
It completely wrecked Y/n, she would have to be a mother and a father for the first few years of their child’s life. On top of that she was going to have to raise Cesar as well and there’s no telling how this could go. She remembered the day of his sentencing, Cesar crying into her neck as she tried her best to comfort him and not break right then and there.
The dullness and the pain that swimmer in Oscar’s eyes as he watched the people he loved the most suffer in silence as the judge read his conviction made him want to get down on his knees and beg god for forgiveness and to somehow find a way to reverse this situation.
“I’ll be out soon baby I promise. Just take care of Cesar and our little one and I’ll be out before you know it.” He whispered in her ear as he hugged her close and tight one last time before he was to be transported to the correctional facility. He rubbed her back soothingly as she sobbed very hard into jumpsuit, staining it with her endless tears. Giving her one last kiss for the moment he tries to remember the feel of her lips, the taste of her and the smell of her. He rubs his hand across her bump and feels the small feet kick against his hand one last time.
“I love you, daddy will be home soon.” He whispered to her stomach and left one last kiss until he was taken away by the guards.
Y/n knew she now had to be strong, not just for herself. But for the baby and for Cesar, and she would do whatever she has to to keep them both alive and safe.
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*Four years later*
The sound of tiny feet padding into the room caught Y/n’s attention as she turned over from her spot on the bed. She sees the messy curls that covered the little head and then sees Cesar following in right after to grab them.
“Good morning precioso.” She said as she bundled her little guy up in her arms and smothered his face in kisses. Small giggles erupted from his little body which brought a smile to her face.
Mateo Oscar Diaz was born on December 21st weighing in at 8lbs and 9 oz. Precisely almost a year since Oscar has been locked up. Four years later and this little version of him was the only thing keeping her sane besides Cesar.
It was hard at first, Cesar tried his best to help but he was just a kid, it isn’t his responsibility. Since he was away, she’s sent him letters and pictures of them which he would then reply back. Oscar missed his family dearly, and soon he would be seeing them since he was just eligible to be released on parole. He was coming home to his family after four years.
“He looks like him everyday.” Cesar mumbled as he watched his nephew and sister. Y/n nodded in agreement and sat up to go and hug Cesar. Just then the phone went off and Y/n gave Mateo to Cesar to hold as she answered.
“Hello.”
“Y/n, it’s me.” His voice was raspy and much more deep. Her body tingled as she heard him.
“Oscar?” Her voice came to a whisper and Cesar flicked his head towards her at the mention of his brother’s name.
“I’m coming home baby. I’m out.” She couldn’t hear anything else after that. So many emotions were happening in that moment, she was relieved, happy, anxious, nervous, all in one. The love of her life was finally coming home and he was going to meet his son for the first time.
“When will you be here?” She asked as she finally caught up with her thoughts. She heard the sound of a honk and immediately started walking.
“Right now.” He said and hung up the phone. Taking Mateo from Cesar, they all rush out and see the one person they’ve been waiting for. He still had the buzz cut but he was so much taller, so much lean and buff, the wife beater he wore highlighted his bulging muscles and there’s was tattoos on his neck and arms. A typical Cholo, but a Cholo that Y/n loved nevertheless.
They were frozen in their place and wasn’t until Oscar started walking forward that Cesar immediately ran after his big brother and crushed him a death grip. She decided to let them have that moment before walking up with Mateo.
“I missed you so much Manó.” He whispered into Oscar’s arm as he tried to keep his composure.
“I missed you to Cesar, I missed all of you.” He said as he looked up to see the love of his life and his child standing there on the porch, waiting for him. Breaking away from Cesar he walks up to the pair and stares at his child, his son.
“He looks like me.” He whispered as he took it all in. “He does, just like his daddy.” She whispered back as the tears started to form. This wasn’t a dream, this was all real and she couldn’t be more happier.
“What’s his name?” He asked as he was tempted to grab him and hold him.
“Mateo Oscar Diaz.” She started as the little boy in her arms stared at his daddy. He knew who he was, she never kept anything from him. She showed him pictures everyday.
“You want to hold him?” She asked. Oscar nodded and held his hands out carefully. Passing Mateo into Oscars arms he slightly braces himself just Incase Mateo would freak out and start crying. But he didn’t, he just stared at his father, taking it all in.
“It’s daddy Mateo.” Y/n told him as he continued to stare at Oscar.
Leaning his head on his chest Oscar moved his hands so that one was holding him securely and the other was holding his head to his chest. This was his son, his flesh and blood and he was finally able to hold him and see him.
“We missed you Oscar.” Y/n said as the tears started streaming, wiping them away with his thumb he gave her a sad smile before leaning in and leaving a lingering kiss on her lips. Finally after so long, he was with his family.
“I missed you to mama, I missed you all.” He said and guided his family inside the house.
#Oscar Diaz#oscar diaz imagine#oscar diaz smut#on my block#on my block imagine#on my block headcanon#monse finne#ronni hawk#ruby martinez#ruby martinez imagine#ruby Martinez headcannon#Jamal Turner#cesar diaz#on my block preferences#julio macias imagine#julio macias
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The Air Between Us
Chapter Twelve: Mari takes a chance on Trey.
Warning: this fic deals with dark themes, including but not limited to teen pregnancy, rape, drug abuse, murder, abortion, underage drinking and underage sex. Read at your own risk.
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After the first night on the couch, Mari had decided to temporarily renounce the idea of a good night’s sleep. Curled into the foetal position just to fit, she tossed and turned all night. She wished she could blame the lumpy cushions or the light that streamed in from the blinds, but every time she closed her eyes she saw Oscar and she knew that was the source of her problem.
Desperate for a distraction she threw herself into working, waking earlier and coming home much later. There were two silver linings to this newfound work ethic: the first, money. Though the guy that owned this place didn’t care what happened to the store, or what hours she worked, he did believe in somewhat fair pay for fair work. She may still be earning only two cents above minimum wage, but he paid her for every hour that she worked. The way she was going at the moment, that was stacking up and soon enough she could start looking for a new, permanent, place to live.
The second thing was Ruben. Surprisingly, now that she was spending more time away from home, she was also spending more time with her father. They shared small talk over black coffee and toast in the mornings and late-night discussions after a long day of work. It was nice in a way that made Mari feel comfortable and safe.
School had started up again and it was, admittedly, a little quiet and a little lonely without Trey there. She killed time the same way she usually did, with trashy magazines and horoscopes, but this time she didn’t creep onto Cesar’s Instagram, yearning for just one glance at that gorgeous face. Mari feared her she wouldn’t be able to recover if she were to do that to herself.
At least she had Mario. He had called her during his free period and for that, Mari was eternally grateful. She told him about what’d happened; about Oscar and Trey and Cesar and Monse. She told him how she begged Spooky to accept her heart and instead, he broke it.
She had imagined that she would feel better after talking about it, that she would feel lighter and that breathing would no longer be so hard. But none of that happened and it was just as bad as before, only now someone else knew about it. More than anything, she wished Mario were here. He would convince her that everything is going to turn out alright. She needed that reassurance right now because that light at the end of the tunnel was starting to dim.
“Hey,” Trey called as he entered the store and made his way behind the counter.
Checking the clock, Mari realised how late in the afternoon it was already. It was seemingly harder to keep track of time lately; she was losing hours of her life in various states of disassociation. If she was being honest, it was starting to scare her.
“Hey,” she offered a smile, but it was weak and if he looked hard enough he would see right through it. “How was school?”
At her question, Trey crinkled his nose. “When you say that, I feel like you’re my mother, and that’s definitely not how I want to think of you,”
Mari let out an almost genuine laugh. “Okay, okay, I’m sorry,”
Trey smiled and grabbed an empty box, heading into the aisles to sort the expired goods. Mari was about to return to her horoscope (she had been reading something about a fresh start for emotions and self-worth, and now more than ever she needed to believe things would change) when the doorbell buzzed and a pair of light giggles filled the air. Smiling, she set her magazine aside. She knew those voices.
“Monse,” Mari called, grabbing their attention, “Olivia, what are you guys doing here?”
Mari was always happy to see Monse. They got along well and the younger girl seemed to appreciate having backup when Ruby was being, however accidentally, a little insensitive - something that was occurring more and more since Monse decided to stay friends with Cesar. Things weren’t completely mended between them, any of them, but Mari was happy to see them try. It was more than she could say for her situation.
When Olivia moved in a couple of days ago, after things with Oscar had fallen apart and right around the time Abuelita’s room got fixed, Mari had been more than a little resentful. All the time she had spent trying to earn enough brownie points to worm herself into Geny’s good graces and she had almost nothing to show for it, yet this girl was welcomed with open arms. Mari had a door slammed in her face and Olivia got all her favourite meals cooked for her.
Mari had just had her heartbroken. She had just lost the person who was her solace, her only escape from this daytime soap that was her life, and she couldn’t even feel sorry for herself anymore because this girl had it worse.
It wasn’t until, on Olivia’s first night there, Mari returned home at almost midnight and found the younger girl curled on her bed and holding a picture frame for dear life. At that exact moment, Mari dropped all misplaced anger and held Olivia as she talked about her parents and cried herself to sleep. It made her heart hurt, hearing the stories Olivia had to tell. Mari hadn’t grown up with loving parents and she thought that’d been the worst thing in the world, now she realised it may have been worse to have had it and lost it.
Aside from that night, they hadn’t had much time to get to know each other. But they were sharing a room now and Olivia seemed nice, not to mention Ruby and Monse seemed to like her, so Mari wasn’t worried.
“Monse is showing me around the neighbourhood,” Olivia said with a warm smile as they made their way over, “so we thought we’d stop by and see you!”
“Yeah,” Monse agreed with a smile that was almost too wide, even for her, “and get snacks. But, mostly you!”
“It’s cool,” Mari laughed, “I’m sure I can hook you up with some snacks,”
“What do you recommend?” Olivia asked, placing both elbows on the counter.
Mari raised an eyebrow. “I may have some potato chips and chocolate bars that hit their ‘best before’ a couple of days ago. They’re going to the trash unless you guys want them?”
Olivia laughed happily. “Sounds perfect!”
“I’m not sure what I have out back,” Mari said, “but Trey is checking the shelves now so you might find something with him,”
“Great!” Monse suddenly exclaimed, a little too eagerly. “I’ll go check out back with Mari. Olivia, do you wanna have a look out here?”
“Uh, sure,” she agreed warily and headed out to Trey.
Mari frowned at Monse’s strange behaviour but let the girl follow her nevertheless. Monse was silent as they made their way through to the storeroom.
“So, Trey, huh?” Monse finally spoke as Mari started sifting through boxes. “I haven’t seen him around before. Is he new to Freeridge?”
“Uh, yeah,” Mari replied. “His family just moved here from some place called Brentwood. He’s a junior so you probably don’t see him around school,”
“Brentwood? What’s a kid from rich, white, suburbia doing working in Freeridge?” Monse said, folding her arms across her chest and them unfolding them. Her fidgeting was starting to make Mari nervous.
“Monse, as happy as I am to see you, you’re acting weird. What’s going on?”
Monse huffed a sigh and dropped her arms to her sides, a pained expression on her face.
“First of all, I want to preface this by saying that I don’t understand why you’re friends with him. He’s sleazy, obnoxious and he just went to prison for drug possession! I get that you probably think he’s cute but the bad boy thing only works out in movies. His life isn’t safe and you shouldn’t get mixed up in it, I just really don’t know what you see in him. I mean you’re sensible, Mari, I-”
“Monse!” Mari snapped again. She felt bad for losing her temper, but the last thing she wanted right now was a lecture on all the reasons she shouldn’t be with Oscar. “I’m sorry, you’re kinda losing me,”
Monse sighed again, but she seemed less pent up this time. This time, she seemed almost nervous.
“I need you to talk to Spooky,”
Mari froze. Did she hear that right?
“What?”
“I need you to talk to Spooky, about Cesar. Jamal and Ruby and me, we’re trying to get Cesar out of the Santos and the only way we can do that is to reason with Spooky. They won’t let me do it because I’m too confrontational, and Jamal is...well, Jamal. So that only leaves Ruby. And don’t get me wrong, the boy can talk, but I don’t think he’s right for this. He seems to have a soft spot for you, do you think you could try?”
Mari bit the inside of her lip. She wanted to help Cesar, she knew how much he didn’t want to be in this life, but she couldn’t do it. Seeing Oscar, trying to convince him to let Cesar out was the last thing she wanted to do and, given how things went down the last time they spoke, Mari wasn’t so sure Oscar would listen to her anyway.
“I’m sorry Monse, but I don’t think I can,”
A cocktail of anger and disappointment flickered behind Monse’s dark eyes, so Mari continued before she got the wrong idea. “Spooky and I aren’t on speaking terms right now. As much as I wish I could help, I think that if I were to do this, it’d do more harm than good,”
Monse softened. “Oh. I’m sorry, I know you guys were close,”
Mari could only nod in response to her words. They were close, and now they weren’t anything. What was there to say?
“Ruby said you’ve been working a lot, he’s getting kinda worried. Is that why?”
Mari almost laughed. The list of reasons she had to bury herself with work was ever-growing.
She ran away from home to be with her dad and was no closer to him than she was before. Her mother was trying to get her back, yet refused to leave her shitty boyfriend. Mario, the only person to make her feel truly at home in this family and the only one she could talk to about Oscar, was gone. She trusted someone with everything she had left and he used her up and broke her heart. It was safe to say, Mari thought, that her life was on a steady decline and she was struggling to see past tomorrow.
“A little, I guess,” she didn’t want to get into it right now. In fact, she wanted to keep pretending that she was fine because she would be, eventually. “Oh, here, I’ve found the candy bars,”
Eager to get out of the conversation, Mari all but threw the food at Monse and shoved her out of the storeroom. Monse and Olivia left soon after that, and Mari was grateful for her ability to read the room. The moment the girls, or more specifically, Monse, was gone, Mari found herself breathing a sigh of relief. All she wanted to do was move on from Oscar, forget everything she thought he meant to her, and that was a lot easier said than done.
Mari was starting to wonder if coming to Freeridge was the best decision, though it wasn’t as though she had much of a choice, to begin with.
“Hey, Trey,” Mari called to the boy who was already making his way over, something Monse said earlier had lingered in her mind. “Can I ask you something?”
“Sure,” he flashed a lopsided grin and leaned across the counter toward her, “but only if I can ask you something in return,”
“Deal,” Mari returned with a sweet but halfhearted smile. She hoped he wouldn’t notice. “What are you doing in Freeridge? I mean, you’re from Brentwood, right? I hear that’s a pretty nice place,”
Trey blanched, looking almost afraid to answer.
“Oh, uh, yeah,” he said, though he was avoiding looking directly at her, something Mari noticed was extremely out of character for the boy. “My dad had to relocate, for work,”
“What do your parents do?”
“My dad’s in finance. He’s an investor for some big company,”
“And your mom?”
“Uh, events. Like functions and parties and stuff,” he answered, though Mari didn’t miss his hesitation. She didn’t dwell on it though, as that charming, boisterous smile was plastered back on. “My turn,”
Mari nodded and smiled, “shoot,”
“Will you go on a date with me?”
Mari’s stomach dropped. How did she not see that coming? And how could she let him down easy when he was smiling at her like that? It wasn’t fair. She didn’t want to hurt him, but she wasn’t over Oscar and she didn’t want to lead him on.
“Look, Trey,” she started, “you’re really sweet, but I-”
“Wait! Before you keep going, if this is about that guy with the tattoos and the cool car who looks like he’s in a gang-”
“He is in a gang,”
“Oh - well, that’s beside my point,” Trey shook his head to clear his thoughts, his mop of blond hair falling into his eyes and making him look like a stray pup. “My point is, he clearly isn’t making you happy. I see you every single day, alright? Every day.
“And even though you try to hide it, I see how sad you look and I know it’s because of him. I know because ever since he turned up here, you haven’t mentioned him and every single day it’s like you lose a part of your spark.
“I don’t know what happened between you guys, and quite frankly, I don’t think I want to know. All I’m asking is for a chance to make you happy,” his was pleading, hands clasped together and cheeks red and Mari’s resolve was cracking. “Just one date,”
The corner of Mari’s lips twitched, almost into a smile.
“Just one date?” She repeated, making sure that’s all he was asking because she couldn’t give him much else.
Trey’s hopeful grin widened and he nodded. “And if you aren’t into it we can pretend it didn’t happen,”
If there was one thing Mari had to appreciate it was his honesty. He was putting it all out there for her, laying it on the line. That was a scary thing to do, a dark cloud of potential rejection constantly looming. Mari knew how bad it hurt when that hopeful bubble bursts, so she would throw him a bone.
“Okay,” she agreed, and the way Trey’s eyes lit up almost made her heart flutter. Almost. “One date. I’ll text you my address, pick me up at seven,”
. : ♱ : .
At promptly six-fifty, a beat-up Ford pickup truck parked across the street. Trey sat in the car, waiting patiently, counting down the minutes until it was exactly seven before he crossed the street and knocked on the door of the Martinez house.
“I got it!” Mari called, but Ruby was already at the door.
Mari groaned. This was not the first impression she had been hoping for.
Ever since he had arrived home from school today, Ruby had been down; pouting non-stop and making belittling comments about himself. For a while, he refused to tell her what was wrong. Olivia had said that Monse said it was because he wanted his own room, so Olivia had tried to give it back, but Mari knew better.
So she confronted him about the real problem - his meeting with Spooky. And then, Ruby told her that Cesar had been promoted, all because of him. Fury flooded her veins. How could Oscar do that to him? He knew Cesar wanted out and yet he trapped him in the life anyway.
“Um, hello?” Ruby’s voice brought Mari back to the present.
Right, she thought, I’m going on a date.
She needed to stop thinking about Oscar.
“Hi,” Trey replied. He was smiling but he was jittery and Mari could tell from where she stood on the sidelines that his nerves were getting the best of him. If she were being honest, she kind of liked that he was nervous. “I’m uh, here to pick up Mari,”
“Oh,”
They each stood there, for a moment. Ruby said nothing and Trey didn’t know what to say. What was the correct etiquette in these situations?
So, he said, dumbly, “you don’t talk much,”
Ruby shook his head. “Bad things happen when I talk. Oh, there’s Mari,”
And then he walked away.
Mari made her way over, plastering on a smile as she came into view.
“Hey, Mari,” he greeted, almost sighing with relief at the sight of her. “You look beautiful,”
The white sundress with pink flowers, that Olivia had insisted she borrow, felt foreign on her. Her legs felt exposed and the fabric felt too light and she almost changed into jeans and a t-shirt one hundred times. But she would be lying if she said she didn’t like the way Trey was looking at her, so she put her insecurities aside.
“So, where are we going?” She asked as they crossed the street to his car. He opened the passenger door for her and helped her in, using one hand to hold her dress down and clasp her hand in the other. It was nice, sweet.
“There’s a diner just on the outskirts of town that I heard is okay,” he said, starting the car, “I thought we could have dinner there,”
“That sounds great, I-”
“Oh, I love this song!” Trey announced as some top-forties song came on the radio. He turned the volume up to max and sung along as he drove, only stopping to scream over the music, “do you know it?”
Mari only offered a polite smile and shook her head. Trey continued singing. Crossing her arms, she leaned back in the chair and did her best to enjoy the ride.
The diner they arrived at was small, maybe enough space for twenty people at best, with a couple of booths on either side and a group of round tables in the middle. I was cramped, but the large windows and white-and-beige colour scheme made it seem bigger than it was. The paint was chipping on the walls, and the rood was water damaged, but the furniture and floors looked newly renovated.
Taking her hand, Mari let Trey lead her to one of the booths. A waitress came around to take their orders, but Trey paid her little mind as he told Mari about a comic he had been reading, his hands gesturing animatedly.
Mari couldn’t help but relish in the way he made her feel - the way he looked at her like she was the most beautiful person he’d ever seen, the way he ignored everything else in favour of speaking only to her. He made her feel warm inside. Slowly but surely he would help rebuild her confidence, but was that enough of a reason for her to stay with him?
Maybe not, she couldn’t help but think. Maybe she was enjoying this for all the wrong reasons, all the selfish reasons, because she sure as hell wasn’t as passionate about him as he was about her. And you need that to make a relationship work, right?
And then, just when Mari was beginning to suspect it wasn’t possible anymore, he made her laugh. It was a stupid dad-like joke that came completely out of the blue, and Mari laughed. It bubbled up in her chest, a light feeling like when you swallow soft drink too quickly, and before she knew it her head was thrown back and she was laughing, and it was real.
That was until, against all odds, Spooky walked in, two Santos in tow. He met her eye as he walked past but was quick to avert his gaze. She couldn’t bring herself to do the same though, like staring at the sun she couldn’t look away no matter how much it hurt.
The Santos sat in a booth across the diner. They were loud and they were smoking and the other two had already started cat-calling the waitress. Spooky laughed.
The shred of happiness she’d been feeling before sizzled away until it was replaced almost solely by anger. Anger for Cesar, for Ruby, for herself, even for Trey - because he knew he couldn’t compete, judging by the disheartened look on his face.
“Shit, Mari, I’m sorry,” the teen said, as though he could’ve done anything to prevent this. “We can leave if you want?”
Through sheer force of will, she managed to peel her eyes away from the cholo.
“No, we can stay,” she said, eyebrows knitting together, “but um, I know this sounds bad, but would you mind if I just go and talk to him?”
Trey licked his lips and his gaze flickered away, just for a second. “Uh, yeah, sure, go ahead,”
With a muttered “thanks,” Mari was already striding towards Spooky.
She didn’t wait for him to notice her and she didn’t say anything to the other cholos as she sat down in the booth before him, arms folded across her chest.
Spooky took a long drag of his cigar, dark eyes trained on hers as though he was challenging her.
With a groan, he released the smoke and fell back as though he couldn’t be bothered doing this right now.
“Give us a minute,” he told the Santos. Mari hadn’t realised until right now exactly how much she had missed that deep voice. Once they were gone, he continued, “you look nice,” he glanced over at Trey, “happy,”
Mari’s frown deepened. Happy? How could Oscar miss something that even Trey could see - she was far from happy.
But she wasn’t about to fall into his trap. She wasn’t going to say that she missed him or that she wasn’t happy without him. She wouldn’t say that she needed him, no matter how true it was.
Instead, she said, “how could you do that to Cesar?”
“What are you talking about, hyna?” He shook his head and rolled his eyes. Mari knew that look - it’s the look he gives girls at parties that he isn’t interested in or Santos that ask him dumb questions. Mari never thought she would be on the receiving end of it.
“Cesar running for the Santos!” She clarified, voice escalating. The more he treated her as though she wasn’t worth his time, the rage inside her only intensified because she knew better. Actions spoke louder than words did, and his actions had told Mari long ago that she was worth every second. She just needed to remember that.
“Oh, that. You can thank your brother for that,”
“Don’t put this on Ruby!” She snapped. Oscar almost flinched at her sudden reaction. “You made this choice for Cesar, don’t use Ruby as a way to avoid feeling guilty,”
“You think you know me?!” Oscar screamed, slamming a hand down on the table so hard that Mari jumped back in her seat. “You don’t. So how about you fuck off and deal with your own messed up family instead of worrying about mine?”
Her vision blurred with tears. Her chest was tight. Her throat closed up until she couldn’t breathe.
Everything he knew about her she had told him in confidence and now he was using that against her. Maybe he was right, she really didn’t know him.
Without a word she stood from the table and rushed out of the diner. It wasn’t until she collapsed on the sidewalk, the curb hot against her legs, that she let herself cry.
“Mari!” Trey’s voice came from behind her. Within a minute he was crouched beside her and pulling her into him. His arms were thin and wiry and nothing like the arms she was used to, which was probably a good thing right now.
“I’m sorry,” she choked out, wiping frantically at her face, “I shouldn’t have spoken to him. I ruined everything,”
From the corner of her eye, she noticed Spooky and the others heading out to his car. He caught her gaze, and maybe she was being hopeful, but his eyes glimmered with something akin to regret. Still, he kept walking.
“You didn’t ruin anything,” Trey said, “I got our food to-go, so how about we go? Just for the afternoon, we can leave Freeridge and have a picnic somewhere,”
Somehow, she managed a smile through sobs. He was persistent, that’s for sure, but it was endearing. Maybe, if she just let herself accept what Trey was trying to give, things could get better.
Maybe he was her light at the end of the tunnel.
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DESTINED TO BE MINE
a one-act play
written by Jazmien Ruth Gomez
CHARACTERS
Hybris Leymonde – The 2nd Prince of Asmodian empire
Roland Bourchu – A powerful duke who’s known as the Devil’s eye.
Agnus Cesar – The son of Prophecy
Edward – Hybris’ knight
TIME
Year 9843
PLACE
Asmodian Empire, Helios
Afternoon. At the Emperor’s office. EDWARD opens the door and walks towards HYBRIS.HYBRIS who is writing stops and puts down the pen he is holding. EDWARD presents the paper he is holding to HYBRIS.
SCENE 7
EDWARD
I present myself, Edward Lombardi to the Emperor, the Light and Future of Asmodian empire (Bows). I came here to report that the Devil’s eye requests you to go down from your throne, your highness.
HYBRIS
What for? What kind of reason he has for him to take down the fated emperor that will bring the empire a good life! (He slams his fist to the table).
EDWARD
According to the letter delivered by Duke Roland himself says that you don’t fit to the position you are in and if your highness’ life is important, you should take initiative to dethrone yourself or else a war will take place.
(HYBRIS stays silent for a moment, thinking on why the duke would be trying to commit treason when he is the late-emperor ANASTACIOUS trusts. He then looks at AGNUS who have been listening to the conversation.)
AGNUS
You don’t need to worry about the throne, your Highness. It is meant for you and only you. Base from the prophecy that I got 7 years ago, there is no one beside you that fits the throne. You are the future of this Empire your Highness, don’t let a merely duke orders you to give up the position that you worked hard for.
HYBRIS
(Stands and walks towards the door)
Send him a response that says I’ll be meeting him at the battlefield.
EDWARD
Understood, your Highness (Bows).
(After HYBRIS opens and walks out of the office, EDWARD lifts his head and proceeds to the Training camp to inform the knights regarding the war that is about to come)
On the same day at nightfall. In the battlefield, stands hundreds of knights from both sides. HYBRIS and ROLAND get near to each other with smile on their faces.
HYBRIS
Didn’t expect that we’ll be meeting each other at this place Duke Bourchu.
ROLAND
I anticipated this situation but didn’t know I’ll be right, that you’re going choose violence and brutality just because of a position that doesn’t belong to you.
HYBRIS
You don’t know anything, duke. You don’t know what I sacrificed for me to achieve and sit on the throne that is meant for me.
ROLAND
So, you have chosen this path, (slowly takes out his sword) Hybris.
HYBRIS
(Takes out his sword, aiming at duke ROLAND)
I have no intention to give up the throne in the first place.
ROLAND AND HYBRIS
CHARGE!
Swords clashing, blood stains, life being at stake, pile of dead bodies, injured knights can be seen at the battlefield.
(ROLAND then manages to corner HYBRIS with his sword pierce through HYBRIS’ body.)
ROLAND
Any last words, your Highness?
HYBRIS
I will not yield. Before my body I throw my warlike shield. Lay on, Roland, and damn'd be him that first cries, 'Hold, enough! (Coughs up blood) Remember this, I am the destined emperor… That is what the Gods decided to give to me as a compensation of years of sufferings in the hands of my Father.
ROLAND
What you may know might not be the truth. Agnus Cesar is not the real Son of Prophecy, your Highness. We already captured and locked him up in prison for using the name of our Gods for his own greed. We could’ve ended this peacefully if you didn’t choose this war, you could also have known the truth on why your personal knight, the maid, and Agnus would be in a plan where it will bring the empire to ruins. But you threw away your chance. You were blinded by the power and revenge and even the prophetic lies saying you are destined to be an emperor of this empire. The empire already suffered enough to your tyranny, goodbye.
HYBRIS
NO! IT IS DESTINED TO BE MI- (Before HYBRIS could finish his sentence, ROLAND slashes HYBRIS’ head with knights watching and determining who wins the war.)
………
PEOPLE AT THE EMPIRE
(ROLAND enters through the Palace door)
ALL HAIL DUKE ROLAND! ALL HAIL THE FUTURE OF THE EMPIRE! Hail, king! for so thou art: behold, where stands. The usurper's cursed head: the time is free!
ROLAND
I see thee compass'd with thy empire's pearl, That speak my salutation in their minds; Whose voices I desire aloud with mine: Hail, Emperor of Asmodian! We shall not spend a large expense of time Before we reckon with your several loves and make us even with you. As calling home our exiled friends abroad. That fled the snares of watchful tyranny; So, thanks to all at once and to each one, whom we invite to see us crown'd at Scone.
(ROLAND gets crowned)
BLACKOUT
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Sun Myung Moon – Emperor of the Universe video and transcript
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The link above is to a 47 minute version of the original 60 minute documentary.
“REPUTATIONS
Sun Myung Moon: Emperor of the Universe”
A BBC / A&E Network co-production 2000.
It may also have been known as “Reverend Sun Myung Moon: Emperor of the Universe”.
It was broadcast as a 60 minute documentary by the BBC.In the US and Asia a shortened version was broadcast.
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Sun Myung Moon died in 2012. These words were written on his coffin:
天一國眞聖德皇帝億兆蒼生 (천일국 진성덕황제 억조창생)
萬勝君皇太平聖代萬事亨通 (만승군황 태평성대 만사형통)
“True Emperor of Cheon Il Guk with Holiness and Virtue
Emperor of Absolute Victory over the whole”
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Contributors
Allen Tate Wood (ex senior member)
Antonio Betancourt (Unification Church)
Bo Hi Pak (special assistant to Moon)
Chung Hwan Kwak (senior leader, Unification Church)
Cathryn Mazer (ex follower)
Cesar Zaduski (Unification Church, Brazil)
Donna Collins (ex member, second gen.)
Sir Edward Heath (former British Prime Minister)
George Bush (former President of the US)
Herb Rosedale (anti-cult lawyer and founding member of ICSA)
Jorge Guldenzoph (Unification Church, Uruguay)
Juan Ramos (Bank Worker’s Association of Uruguay)
General John Singlaub (former Chairman of World Anti-Communist League)
Michael Hershman (US Congressional Investigator)
Nansook Hong (Moon’s ex daughter-in-law)
Neil Salonen (former President of the Unification Church in the US)
Robin Marsh (Unification Church, UK)
Ron Paquette (former executive in Moon organization)
Ronald Reagan (former President of the US)
William Cheshire (former Editor, Washington Times)
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Transcript updated October 23, 2021.
A transcript of the full 60 minute production follows. Note that about a dozen images have been added to the transcript. These are indicated by ❖. Some are just better or alternative versions of images that are in the documentary. A few comments have been added.
November 28, 1999
Reno, Nevada
Narrator: “Yesterday the body of a 21-year-old Korean male was found on a casino skywalk after apparently falling 17 floors. A hotel guest spotted the body shortly after dawn. He had checked in the previous day around 8am. It sure looks like suicide.”
Narrator: “In the press the young man’s death stirred barely a ripple of interest – until it emerged who he was. He lived on a palatial estate. His father was famous – a modern day messiah.”
Seoul, South Korea
Bo Hi Pak (special assistant to Moon): “He is a great teacher. He is a great prophet, and the messiah.”
Antonio Betancourt (Unification Church): “We see him as the lord of the universe, the first person coming as God’s representative.”
Narrator: “A convicted felon, he controls wealth beyond imagination.”
Allen Tate Wood (ex senior member): “At the heart of Moon’s psyche is the drive, the need for power.”
1:00 Narrator: “He thinks he can literally buy countries?”
Herb Rosedale (lawyer, ICSA): “Absolutely”
Narrator: “He leads a church or a cult?”
Allen Tate Wood: “He [Moon] is quoted as saying this, ‘We want absolute control of the mind,’ and to me that means brainwashing”
Narrator: “He marries off total strangers.”
Bo Hi Pak: “Rev Moon is, sort of, [the] world’s finest matchmaker.”
Rev Moon: “Mansei!”
Allen Tate Wood: “They are given a kendo stick, and the woman has to bend over and the man hits her three times as hard as he can with the kendo stick.”
Narrator: “He crusaded against communism.”
Bo Hi Pak: “Who did liberate communism? To me, [it is] very clear. It’s the Rev. Moon.”
Narrator: “His stated aim is world domination.”
Donna Collins (ex follower): “You have to be prepared to die for him, and he says that.”
Cheering crowd: “Mansei!”
2:00 Narrator: “He is Sun Myung Moon, leader of the Moonies”
Cheering crowd: “Mansei!”
Allen Tate Wood: “He’d clap his hands and he’d say: ‘Where I am going is to the Kingdom of Heaven, and I want you to come with me, all of those of you who want to come with me, come ahead. The rest of you, out of my way.’”
Allen Tate Wood: “One of the things they say in their prayers is ‘Crush Satan, Out Satan, Crush Satan, Out Satan.’ Oh, it was tremendously exciting. These were the end times. These were the ‘Last Days’ and we had the great blessing to be on the side of the son of God. I loved him, I adored him.”
Antonio Betancourt: “It is an awesome feeling when you are near him. You feel in the presence of an enormous power.”
Allen Tate Wood: “This is a man who is going towards his destiny regardless of what anybody else thinks, says or does.”
3:02 Narrator: “Moon says that from soon after his birth in 1920, in a village in North Korea, he was clairvoyant and could see the future. His legend is strange and fascinating. At age 15, his followers believe, he walked up into the mountains one Easter morning to pray. There were clouds tipped with gold. Jesus stepped out of the clouds.”
Bo Hi Pak: “Put his hands on his head, and the voice was very clear: ‘Now you are to take over my undone mission. I will be walking every step of the day with you.”
Narrator: “Moon protested he was unworthy, but Jesus insisted.” LINK
4:00 Bo Hi Pak: “To me, Rev Moon coming to this world is the second coming of Christ.”
Antonio Betancourt: “Well his power is greater than Jesus’ because Jesus is working with him, so two is better than one. And many people have seen this spiritually, when Rev Moon is speaking they see Jesus next to him.”
Narrator: “Then, his followers believe, other prophets appeared.”
Bo Hi Pak: “He met with Buddha, met with Mohammed, met with Confucius. He had many, many incredible spiritual encounters.”
Narrator: “So Jesus and the Rev Moon are working together?”
Antonio Betancourt: “Absolutely, absolutely. But not only. Jesus is working with Rev Moon in America. In the Islam, it is Mohammed. In Asia it is Buddha.”
4:55 Narrator: “He came down from the mountain transformed. In his village Moon was supposed to have wisdom beyond his years. He was seen to wrestle trees on the hillside in a state of trance. Before World War II, Korea was under Japanese occupation. Koreans were ordered to follow the Japanese Shinto faith. Now nearly 20, Moon says his struggle was ‘not with the Japanese, it was with the devil.’”
5:40 Bo Hi Pak: “I have never seen any man so dedicated to God.”
Narrator: “Legend has it that at his home in Seoul, overwhelmed by the suffering of God, he would cry for days on end. Once his tears leaked into the room below. As Japan made ready for World War II, Moon went to Tokyo to study engineering.” [In that way he could avoid being drafted into the Japanese military.]
6:05 Chung-hwan Kwak (senior leader, Unification Church): “I asked him, why you don’t go to missionary school, seminary school, why you go to engineering course. He’s laughing, smiling and he explained, he’s not necessary [to go] to theological seminary…”
Narrator: “Because God had told him that he was the messiah?”
Chung-hwan Kwak: “Absolutely, of course.”
Narrator: “As Moon saw it, evil began in the Garden of Eden. Eve tasted the forbidden fruit. She had sex with Lucifer, the archangel. Then she had sex with Adam.”
Cesar Zaduski (Unification Church): “But for Rev Moon, it is quite clear there was a sex relationship. Why so? That is very simple, because what is the part of Adam and Eve they hide after that? If they had eaten some apple they would hide the mouth, but they hide the sexual parts.”
7:15 Narrator: “Her original sin was transmitted to future generations. Hence the ‘Fall of Man.’ There was famine and pestilence. As Moon told his followers, he was the third Adam, here to restore the perfect world that God had designed.”
▲ Sun Myung Moon and Hak Ja Han’s 1960 wedding
7:55 Bo Hi Pak: “You have no way to know if Rev Moon is the messiah just [by] looking at him. He was praying more than 17 hours every day. He is a man of prayer. Through him I feel elevated and closer to God.”
Narrator: “Ironically, Moon’s church was born out of suffering. After Hiroshima and Nagasaki, the Japanese surrendered and pulled their troops out of Korea.”
Douglas MacArthur: “I now invite the representatives of the Emperor of Japan to sign the instrument of surrender.”
Narrator: “Now there was religious freedom in Korea. Back in Seoul, Moon got married. According to legend he told his wife he was going out to buy rice for their new baby. He never came back. God told him to go to North Korea – to preach.”
9:20 Bo Hi Pak: “His way of teaching, it was just simply fascinating. All the conventional questions [were] resolved automatically, like the snow melting.”
Narrator: “His belief that Korea had spawned a new messiah outraged many Christians.”
Bo Hi Pak: “Rev. Moon was accused as heretic.”
Narrator: “Worse still, Soviet troops were swarming into North Korea, stifling freedom of worship almost as soon as it began. Today Moon’s followers are told that he was framed by the new communist regime of Kim Il-sung – punished for speaking the word of God.”
Bo Hi Pak: “He was absolutely incredibly tortured by the communist police. Incredible. He was just virtually beaten to death.”
Narrator: “He was sent to North Korea’s Heungnam Death Camp.”
Narrator: “According to a later FBI report, the charge was bigamy.”
Bo Hi Pak: “None of the prisoners survived in that prison more that 18 months.”
10:15 Narrator: “In his book, Divine Principle, which lays out his theology, Moon says he endured suffering unimagined by anyone in history. He suffered so much he atoned for the sins of mankind and became perfect.”
Bo Hi Pak: “Rev Moon was sentenced to that death camp for five years imprisonment.”
Narrator: “In 1950 North Korea invaded the South. The cold war had begun, a long confrontation between the Soviets and the West. Perversely, the Korean War saved Moon’s life. UN bombers pounded the city where he was held. In the chaos Moon was freed.”
11:14 Bo Hi Pak: “The day before they were systematically killing all the prisoners, knowing that UN forces [were] coming up. Before [it was] Rev Moon’s turn, luckily the UN forces rushed the gate.” [Only the political prisoners were being executed. Moon was in jail for bigamy and was not due to be executed. The guards fled the camp, and that is how Moon became free.]
11:40 Narrator: “He joined thousands of refugees fleeing south to escape the communists. His followers speak with awe of how he carried an injured man across Korea.”
Bo Hi Pak: “Roughly 200 miles walking and walking in the mountains he carry him on [his] back. [An] 80kg man on [his] back, all the way to the south. To me, that alone shows him [to be] the messiah to me.” [Pak Chung-hwa, the man concerned, explained that he was only carried twice by Moon. Each time was for about 200-300 yards, and it was never through water – once it was up a mountain pass. Pak was pushed on a bicycle for the first part of the journey, and was able to walk the last third. ref Michael Breen’s book, Sun Myung Moon, the early years, for details.]
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Narrator: “For years the Moon organization used this photo [above] as evidence, before quietly conceding it was of someone else. In a tiny shack made of US army ration boxes Moon founded his Unification Church. He and his followers often went hungry.”
Chung-hwan Kwak (Church elder): “Our tiny group, very poor, under that circumstances, he trained us [to] overcome temptations of food.”
Singing: “Hallelujah, Hallelujah.”
▲ Sun Myung Moon was given a private jet by the Japanese Unification Church members on his 80th birthday.
Narrator: “In the decades that followed Moon would become rich and powerful. His anthem, inevitably, Handel’s ‘Messiah.’ He would be accused of breaking laws and seeking influence. He’d make friends in high places.”
Allen Tate Wood: “To me that is the heart of Moon’s psyche, it is the drive, the need for power. He is not interested in people developing and finding themselves. He is interested in people finding him and kneeling to him, and bowing to him and then giving him all their strength, all their energy, all their power.”
Narrator: “His church would be accused of brainwashing teenagers and taking their assets.”
Allen Tate Wood: “All of your money, somebody else’s money, their land, their property, any kind of real or material goods they have. Your job is to get a hold of that and bring it into the organization, because outside of the organization it has no meaning. It has no value. It is property owned by satan.”
Narrator: “Moon would talk openly of controlling the earth. [Moon’s words:] “The whole world is in my hands and I will conquer and subjugate the world.”
14:05 Herb Rosedale: “Just as he claims to be a man of love, and yet if you look at any of his speeches, his speeches will exude hatred towards those who disagree with him.”
Narrator: “From the beginning Moon believed that rival churches, the media, even the Korean government, were out to get him.”
Bo Hi Pak: “Just like Jesus Christ came 2000 years ago, he encountered incredible opposition [in] those days [from] the existing religions.”
Narrator: “In Seoul in the 1950s there were stories that Moon was having sex with female converts, to purify them.”
Antonio Betancourt (Unification Church): “There were women coming to lectures, who – they’d rather be at lecture than being with their husbands or with their families – so the husbands could not understand what was going on. So for them they must be having some kind of sexual relationship. There must be something wrong. There must be something wrong that is going on in that place.”
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▲ These Ewha Womans University students were all expelled because of their involvement with Sun Myung Moon. One of them had a son with Moon.
15:00 Narrator: “However, a later FBI report claimed ‘that women students had been expelled from university in Seoul because of sexual initiation rites with Moon and some others.’”
Nansook Hong (Moon’s ex daughter-in-law): “Moon claimed, since he was the perfect man, a perfect Adam, by sleeping with women he would purify women. And he did tell me that he did those things – it was God’s work.”
15:55 Narrator: “Divorcing his first wife, he married a woman 20 years younger than himself, Hak Ja Han. He and his new wife would be the ‘True Parents of all mankind.’ He told his followers: ‘Love True Parents more than your own self, spouse or children.’”
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▲ Sun Myung Moon married the teenage Hak Ja Han in 1960.
Donna Collins (ex follower): “He said, you know, ‘You must know that I am your only parent, and your father is bad for you. You must forget about him. We are the True Parents. I am the True Parent.’”
Narrator: “In the early days, Moon lived above his church. His speeches would go on for half the night.”
Chung-hwan Kwak (Unification Church): “He never slept. Never. He continued usually until 1:00am, 2:00am. Never slept. His sleep time is always less than three hours. Only two or three hours.”
Narrator: “The Korean War had ended in a bizarre face-off between North and South – surreal, yet deadly. It was a microcosm of what was happening all over the world. Moon was made by the new Cold War.”
Bo Hi Pak: “Rev Moon frequently said ‘The communist goal is to kick off God from the planet.’ The communistic ideology, if it takes over the entire world, then there is no room for God. We cannot allow God going out of this planet. We need God. Rev Moon from day one is truly an anti-communist.”
Narrator: “To Moon, communist North Korea was satanic, and its Stalinist leader, Kim Il-sung, the devil.”
Bo Hi Pak: “If communists win in the Cold War, and if the entire world is communized, then [there is] no room for free men to stand.”
18:00 Narrator: “In Seoul, nobody laughed at Moon anymore. The word now was that he had powerful new friends, including Kim Jong-pil founder of Korea’s ferocious new intelligence agency, the KCIA. It crushed dissent. In Washington, the Americans heard that Kim Jong-pil was using Moon’s church as a political tool. America was where Moon would make his future.”
Bo Hi Pak: “He looked at America as the chosen nation, so in the most crucial role [that] must get played by America.”
Narrator: “Rather fortunately for Moon, he arrived in America at a time of great anguish. The Vietnam war had divided the generations. American cities were full of teenagers looking for answers. Few knew why Americans were dying in Vietnam, or raining death on a country they had barely heard of. Moon built his church on their self doubt.”
Allen Tate Wood: “Here was a guy that just seemed to be just totally sure. There was just this tremendous energy, tremendous force which he communicated. It was as though his whole body was going to one place, to one point.
Rev Moon speaks in Korean
Bo Hi Pak: “We are not just ordinary Christians.”
Narrator: “Teenagers would be intercepted on the street by Moonies. Often they would be invited to some innocuous seminar.”
Cathryn Mazer (ex follower): “These individuals were just unusually open and honest and friendly and caring and playful and sweet.”
Narrator: “Cathryn Mazer was taken to a house on Long Island.”
Cathryn Mazer: “The name ‘Rev Moon’ never came up. I actually asked when I was first going with them to the site, if they were the Unification Church, and I was told ‘no.’”
20:25 Narrator: “An FBI analyst wrote: ‘Moon’s success depends on very subtle … deceptive tactics.’ Finally Cathryn Mazer was told about Moon. He was her ‘True Parent.’ It would be dangerous to contact her real parents…”
Cathryn Mazer: “… because they could be used by Satan to take away the amazing gift of having met the messiah. That Satan uses the ones you love to influence you away from the remarkable and unsurpassable gift you have been given.”
Narrator: “She says the Moonies encouraged her to lie to her mother on the phone, not telling her where she really was.
Cathryn Mazer: “But it was just important, whatever I told her, that I did not tell her that I was involved with the Unification Church.
Narrator: “And they were perfectly happy for you to lie?”
Cathryn Mazer: “Oh, I was encouraged to lie. I was asked to lie.”
Narrator: “Cathryn’s worried family traced her to the house on Long Island.”
Cathryn Mazer’s mother: “I want to see my daughter. I need to see somebody.”
Moonie: “I am sorry, she is not here.”
Lawyer: “But you are not prepared to let Cathryn’s mother go in and see for herself.”
Narrator: “They were too late.”
Mazer family: “Well if you can’t prove to us that she is not here, then why should we leave under the assumption that she is not here?”
Narrator: “She had been moved, but the Moonies wouldn’t say where.”
Cathryn’s mother: “Oh my…”
Lawyer: “Just calm down.”
Cathryn’s mother: “Right, you talk with them.”
Narrator: “So you actually thought that your mother projected Satan.”
Cathryn Mazer: “Yeah, I thought she was being, you know, for all intents and purposes, possessed.”
Narrator: “In trying to find you.”
Cathryn Mazer nods in agreement.
Narrator: “From the early seventies, Moon would be accused of brainwashing, mind control. Neil Salonen, once president of the church in America, says the messiah never brainwashed his followers, or cut them off from their parents.”
Neil Salonen (Unification Church): “Because we are family based, in many cases members, for the first time, begin experiencing a deeper and closer relationship with their parents.”
Group at mansion guardhouse: “They’re worried about their daughter.” “OK, sir...”
Narrator: “But when Cathryn Mazer’s parents arrived at Moon’s mansion outside New York, guards called the police.”
Group at mansion guardhouse: “We thought we…”
Allen Tate Wood: “He is quoted as saying this, that we want absolute control of the mind, and to me that means brainwashing.”
Narrator: “And this brainwashing comes directly from Moon?”
Allen Tate Wood: “Absolutely, Yeah.”
Group at mansion guardhouse: “So we should show up there…”
Narrator: “Ex-Moonie Ron Paquette says he spoke to Moon’s son about brainwashing.”
23:00 Ron Paquette (former executive Moon organization): “And I said in many ways it reminds me sometimes of the communist camps, and at that point he said: ‘Yeah I know,’ he said, ‘Father learned that when he was in prison camp,’ and I kept trying to make the point that no, no, the way we bring in people, and the way we control people is kind of like the way this goes on in North Korean prison camps, and he kept saying ‘I know’.”
Narrator: “Belvedere was the first of Moon’s magnificent estates in America. Once it was owned by America’s wealthiest families. In some cases recruits would make over everything they owned to Moon, then they would go out selling trinkets at inflated prices.”
Cathryn Mazer: “I was sent out on the streets, sometimes for 14 or 16 hours at a time. Sometimes in very dangerous neighborhoods.”
Narrator: “Wandering big cities, Cathryn Mazer lives on hamburgers and donuts.”
Cathryn Mazer: “There were many, many times we were just on the side of basically a highway alone with hundreds of dollars of cash on our persons.”
24:10 Narrator: “In the end she decided to leave the Moonies.”
Cathryn Mazer: “I was told stories about other people who had betrayed the messiah, or who had walked away. Something really, really bad could happen to me, whether it be illness or a random act of violence. I mean I was scared. I was terrified.”
Narrator: “Cathryn went back to her mother. Others stayed, giving Moon their all.”
Ron Paquette: “They like to talk in the church about the blood, sweat and tears of Moon. Well I think, you know, by and large he’s living off the blood, sweat and tears of a lot of members.”
Antonio Betancourt: “He receives the treatment of a messiah, and therefore we have the rituals of the court. And in this court it is as pompous, it is as beautiful as being in the presence of an earthly king, or queen, for example the Queen Elizabeth. It is not Hollywood. It is real. That is the court of the messiah, but after this is finished, he becomes a very, very ordinary man. He goes and digs his hands in the dirt. He examines pebbles. He goes into the mud. He goes and eats in McDonalds.”
Moon praying: “With this Blessing Ceremony, I thank you that we build the superhighway to you.”
25:40 Narrator: “The greatest honor for a Moonie, is to be married by Moon.”
Allen Tate Wood: “It is like a pyramid marketing scheme, and it is embedded in the theology. You, in fact, cannot be married by Moon, which is the ultimate blessing according to their theology, until you have brought three people into the church who are ready to die in your place. Once you have brought three people in, then you have the right to be married, you have the right to be blessed by Moon.”
Narrator: “He would even find you a partner, a total stranger.”
Rev Moon praying: “Today I am blessing this … and declare the true … of God…”
Bo Hi Pak: “Rev Moon see the family background and the future. So Rev Moon is, sort of, [the] world’s finest matchmaker.”
Rev Moon: “Amen”
Narrator: “Sometimes Moon would choose marriage partners from their photos.”
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▲ Rev Moon matching couples by photograph.
Rev Moon: “Amen”
26:30 Nansook Hong: “Sometimes there is a picture matching, and sometimes the people [are in] rows of men and women [sitting] together, and he just picks you, you – you, you – and you are supposed to be husband and wife. And a lot of times it doesn’t work.”
Rev Moon: “Mansei!”
Bo Hi Pak: “That marriage is far more durable, and lasting longer. Of course there are some breakages, but not like the 50 percent in the western world.”
M.C.: “Welcome to Blessing ’97. World Peace through ideal families.”
Narrator: “The church claims that millions of couples have been blessed by Moon in ceremonies from Seoul to Washington, even at the 2000 room New Yorker Hotel, bought by Moon for a few million dollars.”
Robin Marsh (Unification Church): “He looked down into my eyes, and I felt that he knew everything about me. And then he guided me to where my wife was already standing. And he looked at us, and he just beckoned to us to go. We went to another room and discussed whether we would like to continue with this match. And I really felt that this was God’s choice. And I felt a lot of God’s happiness and joy at that time.”
Narrator: “Sometimes the matchings took a bizarre turn.”
Allen Tate Wood: “If they accept it and they come back in the room, the first thing that they do in their relationship is they are given a kendo stick. And the woman has to bend over and the man hits her three times as hard as he can with the kendo stick. And the audience then judges that. If they didn’t hit hard enough, the man has to hit her again, until the audience accepts the strength of the beating. Then the woman turns around and she beats the man. It is the same thing. So this is how these marriages made in heaven begin.”
Narrator: “Moon seems convinced of his own divinity.”
Donna Collins: “But he was kind of innocent in some way. I mean he was very like a child amid all these big important people.”
Narrator: “Donna Collins’ parents led the church in Britain.”
Donna Collins: “You know he seemed sweet at times.”
Voice: “Dream technology, yes”
Narrator: “Moon seemed anything but sweet to church leader Allen Tate Wood, summoned to his home is South Korea. A man lay prostrate on the floor in front of the messiah.”
29:00 Allen Tate Wood: “And from that position he made some kind of greeting to Mr. Moon. And Mr. Moon then barked something back, and they had a conversation. This man never raised his head off the ground. He was looking into the rug. And when this was going on, I began to understand that this is how I am to relate to Mr. Moon, and through me they are teaching all Americans how we are to relate to Mr. Moon.”
Narrator: “By the 1970s Moon was beginning to enjoy fame and fabulous wealth. In Asia he was building an industrial empire, processing titanium and ginseng, making machinery and guns. Over the years church income would grow phenomenally.”
Neil Salonen: “I do think that we are talking hundreds of millions of dollars. I don’t know how specific beyond that I could be.”
Narrator: “In the United States the Moons would spend a fortune buying hotels newspapers, fishing fleets and property. In a bleak Massachusetts town they even made machine guns.”
Narrator: “Meanwhile Moon had found friends in high places. He sprang to the aid of Richard Nixon, accused of ordering the Watergate coverup.”
Richard Nixon: “Tonight let me explain to you what I did about Watergate after the break-in occurred, so that you can better understand the fact that I also had no knowledge of…” [August 15, 1973]
Bo Hi Pak: “Rev Moon made a crusade for the rescue of President Nixon.
Narrator: “As Washington bayed for his resignation, Moonies demonstrated for the President. [January 31, 1974]
Allen Tate Wood: “Meanwhile you have ABC, NBC and CBS covering this as though this were some sort of spontaneous demonstration of Americans supporting Nixon, when in fact every single person in the park was a Moonie who had been ordered to be there.”
Narrator: “by Moon?”
Allen Tate Wood: “by Moon.”
31:00 Narrator: “Meeting Nixon at the White House, Moon advised him to burn the Watergate tapes.”
Bo Hi Pak: “And there Rev Moon saying, Mr. President what you have to do [is to] ask for the forgiveness of the people.”
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▲ Sun Myung Moon’s Little Angels with President Nixon.
Narrator: “At congressional hearings, Moon was accused of conspiring with Korean intelligence to buy influence in Washington.”
Donald Fraser: “I’ll tell you what, Colonel, let’s split the difference. How’s ten minutes?”
Michael Hershman (Congressional Investigator): “Never before or since had we seen such a blatant attempt to influence our political, social, cultural institutions.”
Bo Hi Pak: “Could you kindly give me five more minutes. I said 15 minutes.”
Narrator: “So there was no doubt to you that the KCIA and Moon were hand in hand?”
Michael Hershman (Congressional Investigator): “There was no doubt.”
Narrator: “The South Koreans were terrified the Americans would abandon them, just as they had abandoned South Vietnam.”
Bo Hi Pak: “Korea would be a second Vietnam. If Korea becomes a second Vietnam, Korea collapses, then there is no way, no way the free world can survive.”
Narrator: “The South Koreans believed that Moon had the power to influence events in Washington. And according to a CIA source, were willing to pay for his help. The source claimed the money had been channeled through a company in South Korea. Congressional investigators found that the head of Korean intelligence once held a meeting with Moon’s American leaders at a hotel in San Francisco.”
Bo Hi Pak: “The public and the media misunderstood him, and they thought Rev Moon is act upon Korean government front or Korean CIA front. He must be funded.”
Narrator: “By the mid seventies, Moon was at the pinnacle of his power, holding enormous rallies in American cities. The church claimed 300,000 people attended this rally in Washington.”
Rev Moon speaking in Korean on September 18, 1976
Bo Hi Pak translated: “Today America is plagued with problems: racism, juvenile delinquency and immorality. Christianity is declining. Communism is rising. The menace of communism is everywhere. Of all these problems….”
Narrator: “Privately, investigators believed, Moon was part of a KCIA plan to win over the Washington establishment. He told Allen Tate Wood to find friends in the military and intelligence community.”
Allen Tate Wood: “His key strategy was, we will find some powerful man or some powerful organization, and we will find out what their agenda is, and we will attend them and serve them, and eventually they will come to recognize in us their greatest ally, and at that point we then begin to be able to dictate to them.”
Rev Moon speaking in Korean.
Bo Hi Pak translated: “We shall never let him down. Never, never, never. Thank you.”
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Subcommittee on International Organizations. April 20, 1978
Bo Hi Pak: “The Lord is my shepherd, even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I fear no evil for thou art with me. Thank you Mr. Chairman.”
Narrator: “Bo Hi Pak denied allegations that his master was controlled by the KCIA.”
Bo Hi Pak: “They were trying to crush our movement through the Congressional Hearing.”
Narrator: “Incredibly, Pak accused the committee chairman of being a Soviet spy. The committee in turn accused Moon of violating US tax, immigration and banking law.”
Michael Hershman (Congressional Investigator): “If you were against him, if you were threatening his objectives, you were the devil.”
Narrator: “As the committee saw it, no-one realised how dangerous Moon was, because they didn’t bother to listen to his speeches.”
The words of Rev Moon: “There will come a time when my words almost become law. If I want a certain thing it will be done.”
Narrator: “On the Korean border Moon seemed to expect a bloody apocalypse, out of which he would emerge leader of a united Korea, and then of the world.”
Allen Tate Wood: “And he said in this final battle, the only way for the forces of good to win maybe to force the world to wake up. He said the way we will do that is we will send thousands and thousands of Unification Church members and place them on the border, on the Demilitarized Zone inbetween North and South Korea. And he said if the North Koreans attack then the Unification Church members will be the first people to be killed. If we can have a lot of young people killed who are from England, France, Germany, the United States that will force those nations to come in on the side of South Korea. He would talk to us for hours and hours and hours about how God is searching for a nation. He wants to get Korea, but if he can’t get Korea, then he will try to get the United States. If he can get the United States then he will get Japan. If he can get the United States and Japan and then England, if he can get those three nations that he will quickly grab seven. And once he has got seven, then he will swallow the whole world.”
Rev Moon speaking in Korean.
36:15 Donna Collins: “Loyalty at the end of the day is to him. You have to be prepared to die for him, and he says that.”
Narrator: “In 1982 a young Korean girl arrived at Moon’s estate outside New York.”
Nansook Hong: “It was absolutey beautiful – big mansions, big rooms. The room that I stayed [in] it was like a princess’s room.”
Narrator: “Moon had chosen her to marry one of his sons. She was barely 15.”
Nansook Hong: “Every time we saw him we had to [do] full bows. He was God. He was really God for everybody.”
Narrator: “Inside the estate a fortress mentality prevailed.”
Nansook Hong: “There is [the] inside world and [the] outside world. There were outside people and there was us. We were the chosen people and [the] outside people are satanic people.”
Narrator: “She saw church leaders arriving from Asia with bags of cash for the Moons.”
Nansook Hong: “I saw sometimes a million dollars, sometimes two million dollars, sometimes $200,000 but for them it is really not a lot of money. It is for their own personal use.”
Narrator: “Publicly Moon railed against gambling, but Nansook says he took her and the rest of his entourage to Las Vegas. An assistant would place bets for him. Did you say to him, ‘Father, I thought we were supposed not to gamble.’”
Nansook Hong: “No, of course not. Haha. If I wanted to die, maybe. No. No, we never raised any questions or doubts. We just had to be there accepting.”
Narrator: “If Moon thought he was safe from earthly law, he was to be disillusioned. He was accused of tax evasion.”
Ron Paquette (former executive Moon organization): “Not paying your taxes, withholding payroll taxes, paying people under the table cash so that we didn’t have to pay the government money, that saved Father money, so therefore it was OK. It was doing God’s will beause anything that supported Moon, or supported the agenda, was doing God’s will.”
Narrator: “He asked God for deliverance.”
Nansook Hong: “We prayed on the holy rock every morning and so did a lot of us. We were there all night praying for Moon, but it seems like nothing worked.”
Narrator: “In 1984 Moon was sent to jail.”
38:44 Lawyer: “The trial judge himself said quite openly that of course were his religion less controversial the government would have had less interest in pursuing the matter.”
Singing: “Justice will be done. Justice will be done.”
Narrator: “To the Moonies, their master was a victim of his beliefs. Martyred by a bigoted and racist Justice Department.”
Nansook Hong: “But we all knew that yes, it was tax evasion.”
[And the serious crime of document forgery] LINK
Narrator: “Released 13 months later, Moon celebrated in his own particular way.”
39:20 Nansook Hong: “Moon crowned himself as the Emperor of the Universe. It was quite odd. Pictures were forbidden. Nobody could take pictures, because it had to be an absolute secret. At that point he became God, in his eyes.”
Narrator: “The chastened Moon realised that he needed more than hotels and fishing fleets to achieve power in America. He needed his own voice in Washington. He founded the Washington Times.”
39:40 Nansook Hong: “And now he has one way to control this country, that was through the newspaper. That’s how he saw it.”
Narrator: “It would counter the liberal Washington Post. The Times would become the voice of the Republican right.”
Ronald Reagan: “The American people know the truth, and you, my friends at The Washington Times, have told it to them.”
Bo Hi Pak: “Rev Moon never side with the political party, only side with God.”
William Cheshire (former Editor, Washington Times): “It was like the messiah had ridden into Jerusalem on Palm Sunday, and Moon would say ‘Rah, rah, rah,’ and Pak would say, ‘Reverend Moon say, all men are brothers.’”
Narrator: “...except for Bill Clinton. The Times worried that he might have had KGB connections, then that he was an asset of the CIA. It raised $100,000 for the Contras fighting the left in Nicaragua.”
Michael Hershman (Congressional Investigator): “I believe they lose tens of millions of dollars a year, perhaps as high as 40 million dollars a year.”
CAUSA presentation: “One man has seen the true…”
41:00 Narrator: “Moon spent millions more funding right wing foundations and pressure groups.”
CAUSA presentation: “He has tasted the bitter evils of communism in North Korea…”
William Cheshire: “I mean the amount of money Moon has invested in The Washington Times alone, it just staggers the imagination.”
Narrator: “What you're saying is that nobody else has ever spent as much money lobbying in Washington as Moon.”
William Cheshire: “No one I am aware of.”
Narrator: “The paper declined to let us film its operations.”
Narrator: “Has The Washington Times always been independent?”
Neil Salonen (Unification Church): “I do think so. In fact every editor, that I have known, and I have known them all, has made the point at different times, that they receive much less pressure from the owner, than the owners of any other newspaper might.”
Narrator: “But in 1987, editor Bill Cheshire resigned, accusing the paper of augmenting news agency copy, in Moon’s favor.”
William Cheshire: “I said this has never been an acceptable or ethical performance anywhere I have ever worked. It is totally irregular, totally improper and totally dishonest, and reprehensible. Well didn’t do any good…”
President George Bush: “And the editors of The Washington Times have told me that never once has the man with the vision interfered in the editorial policies of The Washington Times. Rev Moon never tried to tell them what to say, who to endorse.”
Narrator: “Moon invited George Bush to celebrate the birth of another new paper in Latin America.” [The Tiempos del Mundo was launched in Buenos Aires.]
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President George Bush speaking at the launch in November 1996: “You know, a lot of my friends in South America don’t know about The Washington Times, but it is an independent voice.”
William Cheshire: “I doubt very seriously if George Bush has any real understanding of the Rev Moon and the Unification Church, and what they represent in terms of crazy theology and all the other things that are part of the Moon story.”
42:50 Narrator: “Some of Moon’s contacts were far to the right of The Washington Times. In Japan, after the war, he had met Ryoichi Sasakawa, a rich and powerful fascist. He had been imprisoned by the Americans as a war criminal.”
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▲ Left to right: Won-pok Choi (a ‘second wife’ of Moon), Hak Ja Han, Sun Myung Moon, Ryoichi Sasakawa, unknown, Hyo-won Eu (who wrote the 1957 Divine Principle and was the main lecturer and organizer of the UC in Korea in the late 1950s and 1960s) and Osami Kuboki (leader of the UC of Japan) at Gimpo airport, Seoul.
Allen Tate Wood: “I heard him say to us, referring to himself, he said ‘I am Mr. Moon’s dog.’ This is the most powerful man in Japan who is essentially saying he is under Mr. Moon. He is serving Mr. Moon’s purposes.”
Rev Moon speaking in Korean
Narrator: “Another of Moon’s Japanese contacts was Yoshio Kodama, an extreme right-winger with ties to the Japanese underworld.”
▲ Yoshio Kodama
Allen Tate Wood: “Kodama is reported as saying that, ‘the people say Mr. Moon is the messiah, well that’s fine but Mr. Moon can’t be the messiah without me, because I am the man who supplies him with money.’”
Narrator: “Moon and the Japanese poured cash into the World Anti-Communist League (WACL), which included neo-Nazis, fascists and even death squad members form South America.”
44:00 General John Singlaub (former Chairman of World Anti-Communist League): “His organization, from my point of view, was more of a political effort, that is to save the world from the ‘evil empire’ than it was to save individuals from the devil.”
Rev Moon speaking in Korean
Narrator: “Moon preached love, but aligned himself with murderous Latin regimes that tortured or killed their left wing opponents. Latin America, he believed, would be the graveyard of communism. He was deeply disillusioned with the United States. ‘Satan created this hell on earth,’ he said.”
Inauguration: “I, Ronald Reagan, do solemnly swear that I will…”
Narrator: “Moon had spent many millions supporting Republican causes.”
President Ronald Reagan: “that I will faithfully execute the office of President of the United States, so help me God.”
Narrator: “But the Reagan administration declined to pardon him for his tax offense.
Michael Hershman (Congressional Investigator): “He was extremely bitter, and decided that he could better grow his organization, better grow his influence, outside our shores.”
Narrator: “In poor Uruguay the army had won a wasting war with Tupamaros guerrillas. The capital, Montevideo, was an off-shore banking center were rich foreigners could hide their cash. For Moon it held other attractions too.”
45:30 Michael Hershman: “A friendly legal environment. That is laws and regulations that were not as well developed as here in the United States. A fairly uneducated and poor population, who was ready to accept a message of anyone who made promises for a better life.”
Narrator: “Moon called Uruguay his oasis. Today he owns newspapers and sponsors radio programmes that preach family values. As Moon sees it, if only the world would listen, all its problems from AIDS to racial hatred would simply vanish.”
Chung-hwan Kwak (senior leader, Unification Church): “If all peoples follow our vision, why not be solved?”
Narrator: “War?”
Chung-hwan Kwak: “War also. This is messiah’s law.”
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▲ 4,000 Japanese Moonies arrived in Montevideo bringing cash for Moon.
Narrator: “Moon built Uruguay’s first luxury hotel. He also bought a bank. On one occasion bank employees claimed that 4,000 Japanese Moonies had suddenly showed up, depositing millions of dollars in cash.”
Juan Ramos (Bank Worker’s Association): “The money still had the U.S. Federal Reserve band around it. More than $80 million was deposited over the course of a week.”
Narrator: “More than once the authorities accused the bank of breaching banking rules. A local journalist asked embarrassing questions. Some time later, as he told the judge, he was grabbed by two men in a car who stuck a gun in his mouth. They said they had no connection with Moon, but warned him off. Even in his new haven, Moon was under fire.”
Jorge Guldenzoph: “I remember Rev. Moon’s wife saying ‘How long are they going to think we’re bad?’ I felt humbled because there was no trace of resentment or bitterness in him. No part of him was asking why he had to suffer. It was like Jesus on the cross.”
Narrator: “One of Moon’s key men in Uruguay is Jorge Guldenzoph, a veteran of the dirty war with the left. A former communist, he joined the secret police.”
Jorge Guldenzoph: “The Rev Moon is my savior. My life was literally saved by him. It’s as simple as that, Rev. Moon is my savior.”
▲ Moon’s home in Montevideo.
48:08 Narrator: “By the late 1980s Moon owned so much property in Montevideo that locals wryly renamed it ‘Moontevideo.’ Moonies say that this palatial building was going to be his home, his Latin American sanctuary.
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▲ Moon speaking at his Punta del Este resort by the ocean in Uruguay.
Instead he chose a lush resort on the ocean, and a ranch by a river where he could fish. Here he hoped to find peace.”
Antonio Betancourt (Unification Church): “He fishes for the physical fish, but this is symbolic of many things. He fishes, one fish could be a great leader who listens to him.”
Narrator: “He said he would like his own fleet of submarines to free him from national boundaries. In 1989 one of Moon’s greatest dreams came true, the fall of the Berlin Wall. To him it seemed as though he had won his lifelong struggle against communism.”
Bo Hi Pak (Unification Church): “Who did liberate communism? To me, [it is] very clear. it's Rev. Moon, as the messiah.”
Narrator: “In Latin America Moon would spend millions. He said he ‘gave the bait to Uruguay, then the bigger fish of Argentina and Brazil kept their mouths open’.”
Narrator: “He thinks he can literally buy countries?”
Herb Rosedale (anti-cult lawyer): “Absolutely”
Narrator: “Several countries did take the bait, including Brazil. In 1994 Moon bought a swath of its Pantanal region, a vast area known for its extraordinary beauty. Here would be the new Garden of Eden, where Moon would have absolute dominion.”
Cesar Zaduski (Unification Church farm manager in Brazil): “Rev Moon named it because he wants this place to be as pristine and as natural as it was in the Garden of Eden when Adam and Eve were created by Heavenly Father. And Rev Moon said that this area could be in the same shape like in the Garden of Eden when Adam and Eve were created.”
Narrator: “According to the church it would have an airport big enough for wide body jets and millions of acres of fertile land.”
Bo Hi Pak: “This is why he is engaged in millions and millions of acres in Brazil to cultivate those wasted lands into beautiful fertile farmland, producing millions of tons of tons of food.”
Narrator: “It would teach the Brazilians new farming methods, educate the area’s mainly Catholic population and unite religions. People on the farm hope that Moon, now in his 80s, will spend his last years in Brazil. From here he can communicate with his other 200 projects around the world.”
▲ Communications mast in Brazil
Antonio Betancourt: “I have been with him there, in the Pantanal, which he considers one of the gates, one of the earthly gates of the Kingdom of Heaven. Going at three o’clock in the morning, with no reason except a compelling spiritual reason to go into places that nobody will go because they are not tame yet. He could get lost and nobody would find him in ten years.”
Narrator: “To be near their messiah, Korean and Japanese Moonies are bused in after a gruelling flight from Asia.”
Cesar Zaduski: “And these families, living with the nature, they can learn the original aspects of God, that was lost after the Fall of Man.”
Narrator: “His followers fish like Father Moon, work on the land, pray and procreate in small air-conditioned rooms.”
Cesar Zaduski: “And for Rev Moon especially, this place is the place where the families should do what they were supposed to do in the Garden of Eden, and was done wrong – so we should do it right.”
Narrator: “Moon has other great dreams, like a road from London to Tokyo, but it is just a dream. At New Hope there is no airport for wide body jets. Its manager says it rains erratically so it is hard to grow crops. Despite Moon’s talk of uniting religions, local Catholics dismiss his creed as junk theology.”
Cesar Zaduski: “But it is quite clear that in the history of mankind, always someone who came with a big idea, or a new understanding was stoned, and after his death they made a big statue and proclaimed him as a saint. That always happens.”
Narrator: “Sealed inside his many fine houses, gazing out over tropical gardens or great oceans, Moon has had many sorrows. In 1989 a teenage son, Heung-jin, was killed in a car crash.”
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▲ Sun Myung Moon and Hak Ja Han with the body of Heung Jin Moon
Nansook Hong: “This Moon’s child went to heaven and became the ruler of heaven. Even Jesus came and bowed down to this child.”
Narrator: “Moon’s followers said they had seen visions of his son taking the place of Jesus.”
Nansook Hong: “Because he was Moon’s child, he can have this kind of position in the spiritual world, in the heaven.”
Narrator: “A higher position than Jesus?”
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▲ Sun Myung Moon wrote this calligraphy for his son: “Absolute Victory of Moon Heung Jin 文興進 as Commander-in-Chief of Heaven.”
53:40 Nansook Hong: “A higher position than Jesus, and he was going to hold that position until his Dad comes.”
Narrator: “As Moon saw it, to achieve his proper place in Heaven his dead son needed a wife.”
William Cheshire (former Editor, Washington Times): “And so they took his body, I suppose in a coffin and went ahead with the marriage ceremony. The corpse was married to Bo Hi Pak’s daughter.”
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▲ The 1994 marriage of Julia Pak to a photograph of the deceased Heung Jin Moon. Nansook Hong is standing at the back on the right.
Narrator: “Julia Moon, the daughter of Moon’s right hand man, leads his international ballet company.”
Nansook Hong: “And so she married with his picture in her arms. And it was strange, but we simply accepted the fact that was the case.”
Narrator: “A baby was found and given to Julia Moon to bring up with her dead husband.”
Nansook Hong: “We had the wedding ceremony. We had entertainment.”
Narrator: “So it was an ordinary wedding except the bridegroom wasn’t there.”
Nansook Hong: “Yes, exactly”
Narrator: “Much of Moon’s wealth flowed to his children. Nansook says her husband, Hyo-jin, spent it on cocaine in Harlem. High on drugs, he would threaten her.’”
55:00 Nansook Hong: “There were a lot of times he kept saying he was going to kill me, he was going to kill me. There was a point that I knew he was going to kill me. I knew when he was drunk enough, he was high enough, he was capable of doing anything.”
Narrator: “Physically abused, she fled the Moon compound with her children.”
Singing: “Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday to you.”
Narrator: “At the beginning of the year 2000, Moon celebrated his 80th birthday, and some saw him as a prophet out of step with time.”
Donna Collins (ex follower): “In one speech he said that it would be better for men to cut off, their privates, penises, and he said penis, than to engage in a homosexual act. Over time he became more embittered, more angry with the western world for not accepting him, for not realizing and bowing down to his messianic role.”
Dan Quayle: “May God bless you.”
Narrator: “The world’s statesmen who speak at his conferences are a dwindling band. They include Dan Quayle, Kenneth Kaunda and Sir Edward Heath. They applaud his work for peace, but Sir Edward can’t say what he’s actually achieved.”
Sir Edward Heath: “I can’t name anything, no. But what I have done is to address their conference. I think this is the third occasion. No, I have no connection with Dr. Moon.”
Narrator: “But Moon can lay claim to one crowning achievement, a reconciliation with his old enemy, Kim Il-sung, the leader of North Korea. Moon agreed to invest millions in a country he once thought satanic.”
Bo Hi Pak (special assistant to Moon): “Rev Moon, in his own lifetime, has done more than any individual I have ever known in history.”
57:00 Narrator: “Why Moon’s son, Young-jin, fell to his death from the seventeenth floor of a hotel in Reno remains unexplained. So finally is the drive and true nature of his father. Some say their assets and lives were stolen by a megalomaniac.”
Ron Paquette: “You know sometimes when I think about the loss of time and the violation is so great that…sigh.”
Narrator: “Others say Moon has enthused their lives with meaning, and for that, by some, he is revered.”
Bo Hi Pak: “Rev Moon will be known, far more, far greater in next hundred years, next thousand years. And he will be known as the man who truly brought the truth and changed the world. Not by the bullet and fire, but by the spirit of God and the truth of God. He brought more change here on earth than anybody else.”
Subtitle: Moon says that after his death, he will lead his Church from the spirit world.
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Nansook Hong
In The Shadow Of The Moons: My Life In The Reverend Sun Myung Moon’s Family
Little, Brown & Co. Boston, New York, Toronto & London, 1998
pages 148-150
“Reverend Moon was freed [from jail] on August 20, 1985. …
At East Garden it was as though Father had returned from a world speaking tour and not from a prison term. The old rhythms returned. The meetings around his breakfast table resumed. But something was different. There was a perceptible shift in the Reverend Moon’s Sunday-morning sermons at Belvedere after his release from the penitentiary. He talked less and less about God and more and more about himself. He seemed obsessed with his vision of himself as some kind of historical figure, not merely as an emissary of God. Where once I had listened intently to his sermons in search of spiritual insight, I now found myself more uneasy and less engaged.
The Reverend Moon’s hubris culminated later that year in a secret ceremony in which he actually crowned himself and Hak Ja Han Moon as Emperor and Empress of the Universe. Preparations for the lavish, clandestine event at Belvedere took months and hundreds of thousands of dollars.
Church women were assigned to research the regal robes of the five-hundred-year Yi dynasty that ended in the nineteenth century. Others were ordered to design solid-gold-and-jade crowns modeled on the ones worn by tribal kings. My mother was in charge of buying yards and yards of silk and satin and brocade material and finding seamstresses in Korea to turn these expensive raw materials into the costumes of a royal court. All twelve of Sun Myung Moon’s children, all of his in-laws, all of his grandchildren, were to be outfitted as princes and princesses.
In the end Sun Myung Moon’s crowning ceremony looked less like a historical reconstruction than like a popular Korean television soap opera set during the Yi dynasty. I felt silly, as though I were dressed for a period comedy rather than a sacred religious service. The Reverend Moon was aware enough of how an act of such monumental egotism would be received by the world that he banned photographs from being taken at the actual ceremony. Invited guests, all high-level church officials, who arrived with cameras had them confiscated by security guards, who blocked the entrances to gate-crashers.
In his gold crown and elaborate robes, Sun Myung Moon looked to me for all the world like a modern-day Charlemagne. The difference was that this emperor bowed to no pope. Since there was no authority higher than the Reverend Moon, the Messiah had to crown himself Emperor of the Universe.
The coronation was a turning point for me and my parents. For the first time we voiced our doubts to one another about Sun Myung Moon. It was not an easy thing to do. Much has been written about the coercion and brainwashing that takes place in the Unification Church. What I experienced was conditioning. You are isolated among like-minded people. You are bombarded with messages elevating obedience above critical thinking. Your belief system is reinforced at every turn. You become invested in those beliefs the longer you are associated with the church. After ten years, after twenty years, who would want to admit, even to herself, that her beliefs were built on sand?
I didn’t, surely. I was part of the inner circle. I had seen enough kindness in the Reverend Moon to excuse his blatant lapses — his toleration of his son’s behavior, his hitting his children, his verbal abuse of me. Not to excuse him was to open my whole life up to question. Not just my life. My parents had spent thirty years pushing aside their own doubts. My father tolerated the arbitrary way in which Sun Myung Moon ran his businesses, inserting unqualified friends and relatives into positions of authority, promoting those who curried favor and firing those who displayed any independence. My father survived at the top of Il Hwa pharmaceuticals by accepting the Reverend Moon’s frequent public humiliations. For his part, the Reverend Moon left my father in place because Il Hwa continued to make money for him.
If the deification of Heung Jin and the crowning ceremony tested my faith, the emergence of the Black Heung Jin nearly destroyed it. …”
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Part of Emperor of the Universe is available with Spanish subtitles:
La secta Moon
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Nansook Hong, transcripts of three interviews, including ‘60 Minutes’
Nansook Hong In The Shadow Of The Moons, part 1
New Republic – The Fall of the House of Moon
Mother Jones – Sun Myung Moon’s secret love child
Moon’s theology for his pikareum sex rituals with all the 36 wives
Sun Myung Moon and the United Nations
FBI and other reports on Sun Myung Moon
United States Congressional investigation of Moon’s organization
The Resurrection of Rev Moon
FFWPU human trafficking is despicable
#Sun Myung Moon#Edward Heath#Allen Tate Wood#FFWPU#Unification Church#Bo Hi Pak#Ron Paquette#Young Jin Moon#Nansook Hong#Emperor of the Universe
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Worse Ways To Die - Oscar “Spooky” Diaz
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Pairing: Oscar “Spooky” Diaz x reader
Requested: By @mrs-spookyd1az
Prompts: None.
Warnings/notes: Possessive, cranky Oscar! Not proofread so I apologize in advance for any possible mistakes. Please let me know what you think, I hope that you like it xx
Wordcount: 3724
Summary: Ruby and Jamal can’t keep their eyes off of you at the pool and Oscar has too much fun with it. However, he doesn’t find it as funny when strangers look at you.
The time Oscar had both dreaded and hoped for his entire life had come; his dad had been released from prison and come back home.
Cesar was, of course, over the moon to finally get to know his dad, but Oscar, being the one who had been first-hand abandoned to raise his younger brother, was furious and hurt. And you… Living with the Diaz brothers permanently, you didn’t really know how to feel.
The atmosphere in the house wasn’t at all what you were used to. It wasn’t playful and loving anymore. It was tense and hostile, and most of all confusing.
In an attempt to cut down the negative feelings you tried your best to be civil with Ray no matter how angry you were about how bad he had hurt Oscar, but still tried to keep him out of the loop as much as you possibly could in order to make things comfortable for your boyfriend.
He had only been home for a few days, and he and Oscar had already had more fights than you could count on two hands.
You tried your best to help resolve things and find a middle ground for them when they just refused to co-operate, but at the end of the day, no matter if you were the long-term girlfriend of Oscar, it wasn’t any of your business so you didn’t pretend like it was by getting yourself mixed up into their conflicts.
The only thing you could do was be there for him, open your arms to him when he needed you and listen to his rants and make sure he knew that his feelings were justified and validated.
He had been a lot less openly loving toward you since Ray’s return, but you knew it was only because he was still trying to figure out what to feel, and you knew it wasn’t because of you. He was tense and irritated against pretty much anyone these days, and you were the only thing keeping him from blowing up.
He wasn’t just angry that he had waltzed back into their lives as if nothing had ever happened, however. More than anything, he was jealous of the way Cesar looked at him, like he was some kind of hero, despite the fact that it was he who had given up in his dreams to raise him.
You really felt his pain when you had to watch him watch them interact. More than anything, you wanted to sit Cesar down and tell him all of the things Oscar had ever done for him and compare them to all of the things Ray hadn’t, but you knew you couldn’t do that.
He needed to figure it out on his own, even if the only way to do so meant he would get his heart crushed like Oscar had all those years ago. It wouldn’t be pretty, but it would be necessary.
Today was one of the few days Cesar wasn’t attached at the hip with his dad.
You and Oscar had been sitting around in the kitchen when Cesar had emerged from his bedroom dressed in a tank and short, with a towel slung over his shoulder, telling you he was heading for the pool.
And in a last-moment decision and desperate attempt to connect with his mano again – although he would never admit it - Oscar had decided that you would go with him. And it was a good idea, as it would mean Oscar could relax some.
So, now here you were, getting out of the car that you had just parked outside the pool.
Cesar was the first one to get out, barely even sparing you a glance before heading off, going ahead to meet up with his friends inside.
While he hurried away, you and Oscar took your time, hands intertwined and swinging slowly between your bodies as you walked toward the entrance at a slow pace, your things packed into a bag that was slung across Oscar’s shoulder.
To avoid having to change inside the locker rooms, you were already dressed in your bikini, having thrown on a simple tank top and a pair on top for the car ride.
Oscar was already dressed too, in his black swimming trunks, a pair of flipflops and a blank t-shirt, so the only thing inside the bag hanging from his shoulder were two towels, your book and sunscreen. You didn’t really need much more for a day at the pool.
A minute later, you were walking through the people inside, heading straight for the spot where Cesar and the others had set up camp.
Jamal and Ruby were sitting in sunchairs, seemingly handing out sandwiches in exchange for money. Jasmine was sitting in the sun and Monse was doing the same, although lying down on a towel, and Cesar was sitting beside her, now only dressed in his shorts.
Cesar wasted no time in raising a hand in a wave, smiling at you as you approached even though you had seen him only two minutes ago. His wave alerted the others of your presence, their eyes averting to you.
“Sup, fools.” Oscar was the first to talk, dropping the bag down on the ground a meter away from them, claiming the spot as yours and barely sparing them a glance as he opened the bag and grabbed the towels, starting to put them down on the ground for you.
While he busied himself with that, you took the time to greet them more properly, smiling at them and raising your hand in a wave. “Hey, guys.”
Jasmine and Monse greeted you from their spots and Cesar smiled, while Jamal and Ruby stared at you with looks that you could only describe as the ones the guys in high school used to give you when they overestimated their game when trying to get in your pants.
It was much cuter when it was Jamal and Ruby, though. They were younger than you and it wasn’t a secret that they both harbored some kind of horny teenage crush on you, something Oscar wasn’t all too fond of.
But you found it adorable, and amusing more than anything.
Jamal puckered his lips out slightly, without a doubt in an attempt to make himself more attractive, while Ruby gave you a confident head-nod, a lazy smirk playing on his lips. “Sup, mamita.” The overly cocky boy greeted you, and you couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow in surprise.
You knew he had the hots for you but that wasn’t at all what you had expected. Still, an amused expression fell upon both yours and Cesar’s faces as you exchanged a glance.
But Oscar didn’t find it half as amusing, looking up from the bag and raising a challenging eyebrow, dropping the bag again and standing back up to his full height. “You trying to move in on my girl, pequeño?”
Ruby and Jamal widen their eyes, share a glance before looking back to your boyfriend and shaking their heads violently.
“No, no, I wouldn’t even think about hitting on your girl, Osca- Mr. Spooky, sir. She’s yours.” Ruby quickly defended himself, and Jamal rapidly nodded his head.
“He would never!” He agreed.
Oscar gave them an amused smirk, nodding his head. “That’s right. She’s mine, and if I see you little putas checking her out-“
“We would never!” Jamal repeated, a feign shocked look on his face and their eyes as big as saucers at this point.
“No!” Ruby joined in. “We don’t even find her attractive!”
Jamal’s head whipped around to his best friend and his hand flew out to slap him on his shoulder as a disapproving sound left his lips.
Oscar’s eyebrows shot up, eyes narrowing into slits and his feet taking him a step closer to the two boys. “Are you calling mi reina ugly?”
Jamal let out a sound resembling a whine, pushing himself back into his chair while Ruby was left to fend for himself. “No!” He quickly denied. “She’s really hot! I mean beautiful, I mean, she’s not our type.” He cleared his throat toward the end, trying to play it cool.
“She’s everyone’s type.” A feign offended look overcame Oscar’s face again, causing the panic to return to Ruby and Jamal’s in an instant.
“I-“
You couldn’t deny the exchange was funny as hell to witness, your boyfriend’s teasing making it hard for you to keep your laughter in. But you managed to hold it back in the end and hit him in the back of his head at the sight of the genuinely terrified looks on their faces, swallowing your laughter.
“Oscar, stop messing with them.” You scolded in a lighthearted manner and he turned to you, giving you a smirk while the two boys were still looking about ready to piss themselves.
They didn’t relax until Oscar turned his back on them, turning his attention elsewhere.
He grabbed the end of his tank top and pulled it over his head without another word, sitting down on one of the towels, the one closest to the boys.
You followed his example and sat down, still dressed in your clothes, and grabbed the sunscreen from the bag, popping the lid open and nudging your boyfriend’s arm.
“Turn around.” You instructed, causing him to turn his head to look at you.
He spotted the pink bottle in your hand and instantly shook his head, turning his head back forward stubbornly. “No. You’re not putting that shit on me.” He refused. “It smells like flowers.”
Rolling your eyes, you ignored him, pouring some into your palm and rubbing your hands together. “You know you burn easily.” You argued. “Stop being a perra and turn around, or I’m leaving.”
Glancing at you, he scoffed, but didn’t protest any further, turning his back to you. “Puta.” He swore.
In return, you slapped your sunscreen-covered hands onto his back, smirking when he flinched from the cold. “Pendejo.”
“Pineapple.” Came the voice of Jamal from beside Oscar and the two of you, along with everyone else, turned to look at him with raised eyebrows, causing him to look around at you, confused. “What? I thought we were naming things starting with P.”
“Idiot.” Cesar laughed and you just shook your head, starting to rub the sunscreen into the skin of Oscar’s back, shoulders and arms.
He wouldn’t admit it out loud, but despite the fact that the lotion smelled like an old lady, he enjoyed the feeling of your hands kneading his tense muscles. His eyes closed and his forehead leaned on his arms that were in turn resting on top of his knees.
Once your hands were close to dry and every inch of his upper body had been covered, you pressed a kiss to his neck and turned to his younger brother who was sitting a small distance away with a smile.
“Do you want me to do your back, too?” You asked, the motherly instinct coming automatically at this point. You had, after all, helped care for him ever since you met Oscar.
Cesar smiled and nodded his head. “Sure.” He said and stood up, walking over to where you were sitting.
You scooted back to make room for him in front of you on your towel and smirked at Oscar, who was already looking at you, when his little brother sat down with no protest.
You raised an eyebrow. “You see that?” You asked, squirting some more sunscreen into your palm and repeating the procedure. “Your brother doesn’t complain like a little bitch.”
Oscar shook his head in annoyance, standing back up. “Whatever. I’m hitting the pool. You coming?” He looked down at you, and you shook your head with a smile, not taking his attitude to heart.
“I’ll be there in a bit.” You promised, finishing putting the sunscreen on Cesar and putting the bottle back down into the bag. “I want to lay in the sun for a bit first.”
He nodded his head, leaning down to give you a quick peck to the lips before walking away.
Cesar stood up too, going back to his spot beside Monse, and you took that as the perfect time to undress, standing up and beginning to unbutton your shorts.
Beside you, Ruby’s hand immediately flew down to his crotch where he adjusted his shorts, his eyes flickering between you and the pool repeatedly. “Oh no, it’s happening.”
Jamal, also trying his hardest to avert his gaze hit his friend upside the head. “Control yourself, be strong!”
But he was fucked too when he glanced back to you only to see you pulling your tank top over your head, your stomach toned as you stretched your arms up, the real goods being revealed.
“Oh no.” He whimpered, and Jasmine glared at them from her spot.
“You guys, don’t be disrespectful.” She scolded them in a hushed voiced, keeping it low as to not draw your attention where you were now busying yourself with smearing sunscreen over your chest.
The two boys didn’t even seem to hear her, their mouths falling agape and their eyes widening at the sight.
Cesar watched the scene unfold from his spot, shaking his head with amusement, knowing that his brother would quite literally kill them if he came back right then.
So he took matters into his own hands, deciding to protect his eventually-to-be sister-in-law from the prying eyes of his friends by throwing one of his flipflops at them, causing them to look at him just as you turned your attention back to them.
“Who wants to do my back?” You questioned with a bright smile, holding the bottle up for all to see and being completely oblivious to what had just been happening.
Jamal and Ruby were up on their feet in no time, their hands stretching into the air. “Me!” They spoke simultaneously, causing you to raise an eyebrow.
“I’ll do it.” Cesar stood up before they could say anything else, walking over to where you were standing and shoving his friends back into their seats as he passed them.
You thanked him when he took the bottle from you, pulling your hair over your shoulder and holding your arms over your breasts to keep your top in place as Cesar undid the knot at your back and wasted no time in starting to put on the sunscreen.
He was pretty much the only one who could touch you without Oscar throwing a fit, he knew, so even though they would be mad at him for a week for robbing them of the opportunity to touch you, he had just done them a huge favor.
Lifesaving, really.
Once he finished doing your back, he tied your top back up and you adjusted the front before turning to smile at him. “Gracias.” You thanked him, kissing his cheek, and he nodded with a smile of his own.
He only got the time to make his way back to his original spot before you were approached by some other guy, the stranger waltzing up to you with pure confidence in his step.
Kind as you were, you smiled at him, thinking he was just going to pass by, but instead, he stopped right in front of you, causing you to raise an eyebrow.
“Yes?”
The guy raised a hand to scratch his neck, looking at you from through his sunglasses. “I’m sorry if this is extremely forward but I saw you from across the pool and just thought you were so beautiful, I couldn’t stay away. Would it be possible to get your number?”
He flashed a near-flawless smile, but of course, it wasn’t Oscar’s. Now, his smile could make you weak at the knees.
You offered him a sad smile back. “No, I’m sorry. I have a boyfriend.” You answered. “But I’m flattered.”
Letting people down was always hard for you. Not because you were interested or felt bad for them, but because you hated being put in awkward positions. Luckily, this guy didn’t seem to be a creep, but rather a decent human being, which always made things easier.
His face fell. “Oh, damn.” He swore, letting his hand drop from his neck. “Where is he now then? Your boyfriend, I mean.”
“He’s… around.” You told him, not even sure yourself. The place was crowded on this hot day and he could have been anywhere. “And he’s really protective so you should go before he comes back.” You added, knowing that Oscar would make a bigger deal out of it than needed if he came back and found you talking to some other guy.
And just your luck, he chose just this time to return, his form appearing behind the guy and heading straight for you, a glare already resting on his face and his fists clenched at his sides, showing you that he had already caught sight of you.
“Yeah, actually you should go right now.” Jamal agreed with a nervous laugh, looking behind him.
As everyone else’s eyes also found Oscar’s quickly approaching form, the guy you still hadn’t learned the name of turned around too, eyes growing wide with anxiety as he caught sight of the tall and muscular cholo coming straight for him.
“Who’s this?” Oscar wasted no time in getting up in his face as he reached you. “Who are you? Were you talking to my girl? Because we’re gonna have a problem if you were, blanco.”
You hurried to step in between them, the guy taking a step back out of fear. “He was just leaving.” You told him, holding him in place.
The guy nodded his head, agreeing with you and taking another step back. “Yeah, man. I’m sorry.” He turned to you then, offering you a quick nervous smile. “It was nice to meet you.”
Returning his smile, you nodded, fastening your grip on Oscar’s arms as he jerked forward slightly. “It was nice to meet you, too. Bye.”
And with that, he turned around and walked away.
Oscar’s eyes followed his form all the way until he was out of his line of sight, and once he was gone, he tore himself out of your grip, his body dripping with water.
“Nice to meet you, huh?” He questioned with a glare. “You interested in other guys now?”
You only rolled your eyes, far too used to his jealous behavior. And it was even more understandable now with the anger he was building up with his dad being back. “Calm down. I’m not worried about you having side chicks so you shouldn’t either.”
“Bitch, the only side chicks I’ll ever have is your other personalities.” He fired back.
“Funny.” You glared, not batting an eye at the insult. “Calm down before you do something you regret.”
He glared back, taking a step closer to you and taking you into his arms. “I think I might need some motivation not to kill anyone.” He said, nuzzling his face into your neck.
The glare on your face instantly fell and a chuckle left your lips at the feeling of his beard tickling your skin. “I can’t fuck you if you’re in prison, papi.” You answered, hands coming up to hold on to his upper arms while his roamed your waist, the two of you not caring in the slightest that you were in public.
Ruby and Jamal watched from behind you, now munching on a sandwich each in a desperate attempt to keep their cool, eyes wide as your words reached their ears.
“God, that’s hot.”
Oscar’s face instantly whipped up from your neck, eyes landing on Ruby at the sound of his voice, the two boys jumping in their seats and letting out sounds of surprise.
But you were right behind him, raising one of your hands to grab a hold of his chin and turning his head to look at you with a glare. “What’d I tell you, huh? Leave them alone.” You instructed, feeling his body tense against yours.
You leaned in and pecked his lips chastely, moving your hands to his where they were resting on the small of your back and prying them away, taking them in yours.
“Let’s go for a swim.” You said, and he said nothing, simply letting you drag him away from the younglings.
As you walked away, his hand found its way down to your ass, squeezing the flesh while glaring at Jamal and Ruby over his shoulder.
The two of them watched with wide eyes, unable to tear their eyes away from his no matter how scared they were, and their eyes only widened further when Oscar raised his other hand to his eyes and used his pointer and middle finger to do an ‘I see you’-gesture at them.
Noticing what he was doing, you slapped his chest and forced him to turn back forward, and only then did Ruby and Jamal let out the breaths they had no idea they had been holding until then, the sight causing Cesar to break out into laughter.
They turned to him, both of them sporting a furious glare each. “How can you be laughing right now?!” Ruby exclaimed, eyes struck with fear. “He’s going to kill us!”
Cesar only nodded as his laughter died down to an easy chuckle, his eyebrows raising in agreement. “If you keep looking at (Y/N) like she’s a piece of meat then yeah, probably. And it won’t be painless.”
“Oh, man.” Jamal cried, forcing the entirety of the rest of his sandwich into his mouth, causing the rest of his words to come out muffled. “I’m too young to die.”
For the first time that entire time, Monse, who had been sunbathing peacefully on her towel alongside Jasmine, sat up and removed her sunglasses, looking at them.
“Well, there’s a simple solution.” She deadpanned, holding herself up on her elbows.
Jamal and Ruby turned to her with a mixture of doubt and desperation in their eyes, asking. “What?”
She simply shrugged her shoulders, giving them a sarcastic and annoyed smile. “Just don’t look.” She answered, and with that, put her sunglasses on again and laid back down, leaving the boys to look at Cesar, who simply gave them a shrug and grin in agreement.
They knew it was the only solution, but for two horny teenage boys, keeping their eyes to themselves was easier said than done, and at second thought, maybe it wouldn’t be the worst way to die.
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duele el amor || oscar diaz
Summary: Oscar breaks up with the reader to protect them
Requested: Technically yes (shout out to @2ndseason for giving me the idea)
Pairing: Oscar Diaz x Reader
Warnings: Angst, soz lmao, cursing
Word Count: 1440
A/N: I’m baaaack lmao. I hurt myself writing this, enjoy! There are some Spanish words as well, and I am a Spanish speaker, growing up with a mom who only speaks Spanish, but I might’ve misspelled some words cause while I’m used to speaking Spanish, I’m not used to writing in Spanish. And the format on mobile looks gross, I’m sorry. It makes me wanna vom. The format may look gross on both mobile and desktop. Anyways, Enjoy!
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It was like someone had dumped an entire bucket of ice cold water over her, awakening every single part of her body. It was like she was frozen in place, trying to comprehend the words that had come out of his mouth but each time she tried, it confused her and broke her heart even more.
"We're done. I can't do this anymore."
Y/N sat on the bed staring up at the looming figure of her boyfriend of a few years now. That was what made the situation so much more bizarre. They had been together for years. They met in high school, back before Oscar was the cold blooded gang leader people fear today. She had been by his side through everything, even staying with him when he got sent away to prison. She was the definition of a ride or die. "Wha.. What? De que hablas? What are you talking about 'we're done', what's wrong, Oscar?" She tried to remain calm, keep her composure but she couldn't mask the worry that presented itself in her voice. Usually when he looked at her, it was usually with love, adoration, but now? He was looking at her with those same cold eyes everybody tried their damn hardest not to stare into when they stood face to face with the one they call Spooky.
"I mean, we're done. I can't do this anymore, me, you, us. I think we need to break up." His voice was cold, hard, as if he was talking to one of his men or conducting a business transaction. Those words I think we need to break up were not ones she expected to hear, not from him, not when she thought everything was okay between them. This time, she couldn't stop the tears from pooling in her y/e/c colored eyes, blurring her vision. "W-What did I do?" She questioned, and the crack in her voice damn near broke his heart. He almost took back his words. Almost. He couldn't. As much as he wanted too, as much as it killed him to hurt her, it was a necessary evil. He lived a dangerous life and he'd be damned if he let her get hurt because of him. She was better off without him. At least that's what he kept telling him. Standing up from where she sat on the bed, y/n stood chest to chest with Oscar and tried making him looking down at her but he averted his gaze. "Look at me, look at me." She said, grabbing hold of his cheeks with her hands, making him look down at her. "Why are you breaking up with me? What the fuck happened? I thought we were good."
"We ain't." He said, face not showing any emotion at all. "I'll let you pack your shit so you can go." Oscar removed her hands from his face and backed away, heading for the door, but she didn't let him go so easily. The y/s/c skinned female closed the gap, reaching forward and grabbing his arm with her small hand, halting him in his tracks. "No, no. I'm not gonna let you walk away until you tell me why you're pulling this shit. I'm not fucking leaving until you tell me why you're breaking up with me. We were good yesterday, Oscar. I thought we were good. We've been together for years. Years, and you wanna throw all that away?" The hurt started seeping through and she couldn't contain it, she couldn't stop the flow of tears that streamed down her cheeks. "I stayed by your side when you were locked up, I watched over Cesar. You didn't ask me too but I did it because I love you and now what? You wanna leave me? Why?!"
Something in Oscar snapped.
In a split second, he spun around and took a step forward, almost closing the space between them. "I'm not fucking safe! Entiendes? Two kids got shot, y/n! One of them fucking died." He roared, face twisting in anger and pain. "This shit with Prophet$, that truce ain't gonna last forever and when shit starts cracking again, who do you think they're gonna come after, me or you? They know you, they know you're my vieja, so what makes you think they won't put a bullet in you just to hurt me? I let this shit get too far and I have to make choices, sacrifices for the greater good. Even if it hurts. I've lost too many people to this life and I'm not about to lose anymore." Oscar said, looking tired, as if he was carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders. Y/N shook her head, stepping forward and taking his cheeks in her palms once more. Her thumb ran over the teardrop under his eye. His closed his eyes for a brief moment and allowed himself to enjoy her warmth, her smell, because it would very well be the last time that he got to enjoy it.
"Papito, how long have we been together? We've been together for years and nothing seriously bad has ever happened to me. I'm alive, I'm breathing and I'm here, I'm with you. With you, I'm safer. No one is gonna mess with me if I'm with you. We're stronger when we're together. I know you wanna protect me but I can protect myself and I can decide for myself. I'm a grown ass woman and I want to be with you. I don't care what anybody says. I told you when you were locked up that I'd always be here, I promised you, and I'm not breaking that promise." For a split second, she saw his dark eyes soften. For a split second, he leaned his head into her palm as she caressed the teardrop tattoo. It gave her hope that he was gonna tell her he took it all back, that he didn't mean what he said about breaking up with her. But that hope vanished when, in a split second, the cold look was back in his eyes, and he was pushing her hands away from his face, creating a distance between them.
There was no other way to describe it other than her heart felt like it was physically breaking into a million pieces. This was it. He was serious. "You should leave. Take whatever you can right now and.. and I'll have someone take the rest of your shit to you." Without sparing another glance her way, Oscar turned around and walked out of the bedroom, leaving behind a crying, broken-hearted Y/N.
In his mind, Oscar did the right thing. It killed him, seeing her crying, acting cold with her, but it had to be done. He told her he had to make decisions and sacrifices and this time, he was sacrificing his happiness, his love, all so that she could be safe, so that she wouldn't be caught in the crossfire when the truce inevitably ends. The tattooed man walked out of the house, down the front steps and over to his cherry red Impala, hastily climbing in the drivers seat. He wanted to be gone for when Y/N left, he didn't want to make the situation any harder than it already was by being there as she took her stuff out of the house. That would just kill him too. But the harsh slap of heartbreak came in the form of a picture sitting behind his steering wheel. A dejected Oscar grabbed the little Polaroid picture and stared down at it with a wistful smile on his face.
It was of Y/N. She had gotten one of those Polaroid cameras and one day when they went to the beach, she kept taking pictures of just about everything that she saw. But then she handed him the camera because she wanted to dip her feet in the cold water, and knowing her clumsy ass, she would probably drop it if she wasn't careful. It was when the cold water touched her feet. She let out this delighted laugh. Her mouth was pulled back revealing her pearly white teeth, her hair flowing behind her because of the wind, her eyes sparkling bright because of the sun, and Oscar swore he had never seen anything more beautiful. So he took a picture. And that picture always stayed with him in his car, as a reminder of what he had to come home too.
Now? Now it was reminder of what he let go.
"Siempre te voy a querer. Hasta el fin."
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2016′s Top Ten at AMSU
Here at AMSU Library, we’re reflecting back on 2016, and taking a look at the books that were checked out the most by our students. If you missed out on reading any of these in the past year, stop by the library to see if they’re available, or download the eBook to your phone or tablet using the free “Destiny Discover” app.
#10 Survive the Night by Danielle Vega
We're all gonna die down here. . . .
Julie lies dead and disemboweled in a dank, black subway tunnel, red-eyed rats nibbling at her fingers. Her friends think she’s just off with some guy—no one could hear her getting torn apart over the sound of pulsing music.
In a tunnel nearby, Casey regrets coming to Survive the Night, the all-night underground rave in the New York City subway. Her best friend Shana talked her into it, even though Casey just got out of rehab. Alone and lost in the dark, creepy tunnels, Casey doesn’t think Survive the Night could get any worse . . .
. . . until she comes across Julie’s body, and the party turns deadly.
Desperate for help, Casey and her friends find themselves running through the putrid subway system, searching for a way out. But every manhole is sealed shut, and every noise echoes eerily in the dark, reminding them they’re not alone.
They’re being hunted.
Trapped underground with someone—or something—out to get them, Casey can’t help but listen to her friend’s terrified refrain: “We’re all gonna die down here. . . .” in this bone-chilling sophmore novel by the acclaimed author of The Merciless.
#9 Random Family: Love, Drugs, Trouble, and Coming of Age in the Bronx by Adrian Nicole LeBlanc
In her extraordinary bestseller, Adrian Nicole LeBlanc immerses readers in the intricacies of the ghetto, revealing the true sagas lurking behind the headlines of gangsta glamour, gold-drenched drug dealers, and street-corner society. Focusing on two romances - Jessica's dizzying infatuation with a hugely successful young heroin dealer, Boy George, and Coco's first love with Jessica's little brother, Cesar - Random Family is the story of young people trying to outrun their destinies. Jessica and Boy George ride the wild adventure between riches and ruin, while Coco and Cesar stick closer to the street, all four caught in a precarious dance between survival and death. Friends get murdered; the DEA and FBI investigate Boy George; Cesar becomes a fugitive; Jessica and Coco endure homelessness, betrayal, the heartbreaking separation of prison, and, throughout it all, the insidious damage of poverty.
Charting the tumultuous cycle of the generations - as girls become mothers, boys become criminals, and hope struggles against deprivation - LeBlanc slips behind the cold statistics and sensationalism and comes back with a riveting, haunting, and true story.
#8 Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children by Ransom Riggs
A mysterious island. An abandoned orphanage. A strange collection of curious photographs.
A horrific family tragedy sets sixteen-year-old Jacob journeying to a remote island off the coast of Wales, where he discovers the crumbling ruins of Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children. As Jacob explores its abandoned bedrooms and hallways, it becomes clear that the children were more than just peculiar. They may have been dangerous. They may have been quarantined on a deserted island for good reason. And somehow—impossible though it seems—they may still be alive.
A spine-tingling fantasy illustrated with haunting vintage photography, Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children will delight adults, teens, and anyone who relishes an adventure in the shadows.
#7 Go Ask Alice by Beatrice Sparks
A teen plunges into a downward spiral of addiction in this classic cautionary tale.
January 24th
After you've had it, there isn't even life without drugs....
It started when she was served a soft drink laced with LSD in a dangerous party game. Within months, she was hooked, trapped in a downward spiral that took her from her comfortable home and loving family to the mean streets of an unforgiving city. It was a journey that would rob her of her innocence, her youth -- and ultimately her life.
Read her diary.
Enter her world.
You will never forget her.
For thirty-five years, the acclaimed, bestselling first-person account of a teenage girl's harrowing decent into the nightmarish world of drugs has left an indelible mark on generations of teen readers. As powerful -- and as timely -- today as ever, Go Ask Alice remains the definitive book on the horrors of addiction.
#6 #Girlboss by Sophia Amoruso
At seventeen, Sophia Amoruso decided to forgo continuing education to pursue a life of hitchhiking, dumpster diving, and petty thievery. Now, at twenty-nine, she is the Founder, CEO, and Creative Director of Nasty Gal, a $100+ million e-tailer that draws A-list publicity and rabid fans for its leading-edge fashion and provocative online persona. Her story is extraordinary—and only part of the appeal of #GIRLBOSS.
This aspirational book doesn’t patronize young women the way many business experts do. Amoruso shows readers how to channel their passion and hard work, while keeping their insecurities from getting in the way. She offers straight talk about making your voice heard and doing meaningful work.
She’s proof that you can be a huge success without giving up your spirit of adventure or distinctive style. As she writes, "I have three pieces of advice I want you to remember: Don’t ever grow up. Don’t become a bore. Don’t let The Man get to you. OK? Cool. Then let’s do this.”
#5 Me and Earl and the Dying Girl: A Novel by Jesse Andrews
Greg Gaines is the last master of high school espionage, able to disappear at will into any social environment. He has only one friend, Earl, and together they spend their time making movies, their own incomprehensible versions of Coppola and Herzog cult classics.
Until Greg’s mother forces him to rekindle his childhood friendship with Rachel.
Rachel has been diagnosed with leukemia—-cue extreme adolescent awkwardness—-but a parental mandate has been issued and must be obeyed. When Rachel stops treatment, Greg and Earl decide the thing to do is to make a film for her, which turns into the Worst Film Ever Made and becomes a turning point in each of their lives.
And all at once Greg must abandon invisibility and stand in the spotlight.
#4 Eleanor & Park by Rainbow Rowell
Two misfits.
One extraordinary love.
Eleanor... Red hair, wrong clothes. Standing behind him until he turns his head. Lying beside him until he wakes up. Making everyone else seem drabber and flatter and never good enough...Eleanor.
Park... He knows she'll love a song before he plays it for her. He laughs at her jokes before she ever gets to the punch line. There's a place on his chest, just below his throat, that makes her want to keep promises...Park.
Set over the course of one school year, this is the story of two star-crossed sixteen-year-olds—smart enough to know that first love almost never lasts, but brave and desperate enough to try.
#3 A Doll’s House by Henrik Ibsen
A Doll's House (1879), is a masterpiece of theatrical craft which, for the first time portrayed the tragic hypocrisy of Victorian middle class marriage on stage. The play ushered in a new social era and "exploded like a bomb into contemporary life".
#2 Red Queen by Victoria Aveyard
This is a world divided by blood – red or silver.
The Reds are commoners, ruled by a Silver elite in possession of god-like superpowers. And to Mare Barrow, a seventeen-year-old Red girl from the poverty-stricken Stilts, it seems like nothing will ever change.
That is, until she finds herself working in the Silver Palace. Here, surrounded by the people she hates the most, Mare discovers that, despite her red blood, she possesses a deadly power of her own. One that threatens to destroy the balance of power.
Fearful of Mare’s potential, the Silvers hide her in plain view, declaring her a long-lost Silver princess, now engaged to a Silver prince. Despite knowing that one misstep would mean her death, Mare works silently to help the Red Guard, a militant resistance group, and bring down the Silver regime.
But this is a world of betrayal and lies, and Mare has entered a dangerous dance – Reds against Silvers, prince against prince, and Mare against her own heart.
#1 The 5th Wave by Richard Yancey
After the 1st wave, only darkness remains. After the 2nd, only the lucky escape. And after the 3rd, only the unlucky survive. After the 4th wave, only one rule applies: trust no one.
Now, it's the dawn of the 5th wave, and on a lonely stretch of highway, Cassie runs from Them. The beings who only look human, who roam the countryside killing anyone they see. Who have scattered Earth's last survivors. To stay alone is to stay alive, Cassie believes, until she meets Evan Walker. Beguiling and mysterious, Evan Walker may be Cassie's only hope for rescuing her brother-or even saving herself. But Cassie must choose: between trust and despair, between defiance and surrender, between life and death. To give up or to get up.
All plot summaries taken from www.goodreads.com
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A Day In The Life Of A Santo - Oscar “Spooky” Diaz
Pairing: Oscar “Spooky” Diaz x reader, Santos x reader (platonic)
Requested: Yes.
Prompts: None.
Warnings/notes: Same disclaimer as always; I’m really distracted so this is a mess, and it’s not proofread. But I hope you enjoy it, let me know what you think. Spanish translations at the end xx
Wordcount: 5097
Summary: The title says it all. How a regular day looks for the Santos when you’re the girlfriend of their leader.
It was nine o’clock in the morning when you woke up from your slumber on this particular Saturday morning in July.
You didn’t even have to look outside to be able to conclude that it would be a nice day, the bright rays of sun slipping into the room through the closed blinds and the thick, humid heat hanging over you being more than enough to prove that to you.
In the corner of yours and Oscar’s shared bedroom, the fan was still spinning and slowly moving from left to right after you’d put it on throughout the night when it had gotten to hot for you to sleep, the low, whirring sound blending in with Oscar’s light snores.
With a deep breath, you shuffled up against the headboard of the bed and stretched your arms over your head, blinking to get the sleep out of your eyes and adjust them to the new light.
Warm breaths fanned across the side of your thigh and you looked down to see Oscar sleeping soundly beside you.
He was laying on his stomach with his arms tucked under the pillow he was resting his head on, his face turned towards you and light snores leaving his slightly parted lips.
One of his legs were pulled up slightly, while the other was close to falling off the edge of the bed, indicating that he’d fallen asleep the very same second his body hit the bed without taking any time to get himself comfortable.
His back was flexed, showing off the muscles he’d built up while in prison all those years, and all of the skin visible for your viewing pleasure was littered with dark, wide bruises after whatever run they had gotten called out for late the night before.
He was out like a light, not reacting in the slightest as you reached out and caressed a small cut right on his cheekbone, simply continuing his slow snoring where he laid sleeping peacefully.
You knew that he could use all the sleep he could get with how hard he had been working to keep the block safe lately, so you got out of bed as quietly as you possibly could to avoid disturbing him and patted out of your bedroom, closing the door quietly behind you.
As if on cue, your stomach rumbled the second the door was shut behind you, leading you straight to the kitchen.
The air was quiet as you walked through the sunlit house. As you passed Cesar’s bedroom, you could hear him snoring lightly in an identical way to his older brother, and as you entered the living-room area the only sound you could hear was the ticking of the clock on the wall.
Much to your disappointment but not so much to your surprise, you found the fridge empty and unable to satisfy your hunger and cravings, the single banana laying on the top shelf not looking very appealing.
You were still dizzy with sleep and a part of you just wanted to go back to sleep and curl up in your man’s arms, but on another note, you were already up so you might as well get an early start to your day, knowing the Santos were going to show up sooner than later like they did every day.
So you took a quick shower and got dressed, sneaking around your bedroom in the search for wearable clothes without making as much as a sound.
You couldn’t find a clean shirt and seeing as your wardrobe door always let out a loud wail when being opened, you settled with Oscar’s black and grey plaid that you found on the floor, buttoning it up over your sports bra and tying it up at the hem of your jeans before heading off to the store.
You were gone no longer than half an hour and still, when you got back home, the lawn was full of Santos sitting around, drinking beer, lifting weights and listening to music.
Any other person probably would have been annoyed to find a bunch of gangsters just sitting around outside your house from the early hours of the day until the late hours of the night and at first, you had been, but then you got used to it, and also got to know them all well enough to know that they weren’t as mannerless and piggish as one would have thought based off of stereotypes.
Or maybe they were and just acted like gentlemen with you because they risked getting torn a new one by Spooky if they treated you like they treated everything else.
Either way, you weren’t opposed to having them around, because they were always watching over you.
The second you parked your car upfront and stepped out, their eyes were on you, all of them calling out to greet you in some way or another. You waved back at them as you rounded your car, opening the trunk and bringing out two of the many grocery bags.
They stopped their lifting and drinking as you passed them and when you stopped to adjust one of the brown paper bags in your arms in order to avoid a can of beans falling out, Sad Eyes came up to you and wordlessly took the bag from your arms, a cigarette hanging from his lips and another tucked behind his ear.
When he did this, a chain reaction seemed to be triggered causing other Santos to get out of their seats, as well, all of them coming over to you.
“You need some help, Lady Spooky?” One of them asked and you nodded, smiling at them kindly.
“Please. There are more bags in the car.” You confirmed and they nodded back, throwing their cigarettes to the ground.
“We got you.” The Santo told you and threw a nod over his shoulder to the others, pointing to the car.
Without another word, they all rounded you and headed for your car, wasting no time in starting to pick up the bags from the trunk.
While they occupied themselves with that, you and Sad Eyes began walking inside, walking up the red, chipped steps of the porch.
“You still haven’t fixed your broken taillight.” He spoke up for the first time, letting you enter through the already open front door first.
You sighed, shaking your head. “I don’t know how to and Oscar’s been busy.” You answered.
You instantly caught sight of a few other Santos sitting around in the couch inside when you entered, conversing lowly among themselves while sipping on their beers and smoking their cigarettes, a dozen of neatly stacked bills laying on the coffee table in front of them.
You didn’t bat an eye at the money, knowing it was none of your business, but the smoke hanging thickly in the air never failed to make you annoyed.
You glared at them and to further prove your irritation, you dramatically waved your hand in front of your face to get the smoke away.
“Not in the house, please, boys.” You scolded them simply, walking right over to them and taking the cigarette out of one of their hands, putting it out on the ashtray on the table.
He kissed his teeth, an annoyed expression crossing his face to match your own, but he did nothing to protest, simply leaning back into the sofa and taking a sip of his beer. “Sorry.”
The others followed your example and put their cigarettes out on the ashtray, instead bringing another bag of money out to count while you and Sad Eyes moved on to the kitchen with the bags, the other Santos not being far behind with the rest of them.
While they wordlessly dumped them on the kitchen counter, grabbing the beer you ‘d bought and moving on to join the others at the couch, Sad Eyes stayed behind with you, helping you unpack the groceries into the fridge.
“You got the parts?” He brought the topic of your car back up as you worked together to get everything unpacked.
You nodded, moving on to put the dry goods into the cupboards. “Yeah, in the garage.” You answered.
He hummed and grabbed something from one of the bags. “Tell you what.” He said, causing you to turn around to face him, seeing him now holding up a package of ground beef and lips stretched into a small smile. “You fix us up some of your hamburgers and I’ll fix your light.”
Raising an eyebrow, you crumpled up an empty paper bag in your hands while shooting him an amused smile. “Wouldn’t you rather have some real breakfast?” You asked, and he instantly shook his head, chuckling.
“Nah, your burgers beat breakfast by far.”
“Well, when you put it like that…” You chuckled with him, throwing the paper bag in the trash and walking over to him, sticking out your hand with a teasing grin stretched across your features. “You’ve got yourself a deal, Guzman.”
He laughed at your childish antics, but nonetheless took your hand in his and shook it before wordlessly leaving you alone in the kitchen, the two of you going parted ways to hold up your respective ends of the bargain.
You finished unpacking the groceries on your own to the sound of Spanish chatter coming from the couch and loud, crude hip hop music sounding from outside on the porch.
Once you were done, you mixed the minced meat with the spices and other ingredients you needed to make a good, firm patty mixture, and prepared everything else that you would be needing for serving on a tray, carrying it all out to the backyard where you fired up the grill.
While waiting for the coals to reach the perfect fervency, you went back inside and walked out on the porch, seeing Sad Eyes now occupying himself with your taillight and the others having returned to lifting weights on the lawn.
“Hey, boys!” You called out for them while leaning your elbows on the wall of the porch.
They turned to look at you, stopping in their movements, and you flashed them a smile all while squinting your eyes against the sun. “If you move to the back I’ll fix you up some burgers.”
The second the word ‘burgers’ reached their ears, they had dropped everything they were holding and stood up, heading straight for the red fence in front of Oscar’s Impala to round to the back of the house.
That left only Sad Eyes who was still working away on your car, and he simply raised his fingers to his forehead to lazily salute you, telling you that he was fine and that he would be back when he was done.
You offered him an equally as lazy wave, before walking back inside.
When hearing you say you were cooking for them, the Santos who had been sitting in the couch had seemingly also disappeared to the back, the house now completely empty, so you locked up the front door behind you before going back outside.
The Santos were all now sitting around in the sofas in the back rather than in the front, music now streaming out from Oscar’s sound system in the living room and the variously aged men having started a game of cards.
While they occupied themselves with that, you tended to the food, wasting no time in getting to cooking the burgers once the heat of the grill was perfect.
You cooked them all medium-rare, knowing all of them well enough at this point to know how they preferred their meat.
When you were flipping the first batch, you dropped the spatula and burned your thumb on the side of the grill when out of instinct reaching for it again, but you didn’t get much time to think about it with the full-grown men repeatedly calling out for you and asking when the food was going to be done even though you had just started.
A whistle suddenly sounded from behind you as you were putting the last batch of finished burgers onto a plate, causing you to jump slightly.
Looking to your side, you caught sight of one of the higher-ranked Santos standing beside you with a Corona in hand, his other hand reaching for the burgers. “Let me get that first one.”
You instantly slapped his hand away, causing him to look at you with a nasty glare. But you weren’t affected, simply glaring back. “No can do, the first one is reserved for Sad Eyes.” You told him. “And speak of the devil and he shall appear.”
Your attention moved from the Santo to Sad Eyes who was now walking through the living room door, wiping his hands on Oscar’s red grease rag. “How’s the tail light coming along?” You asked, and he instantly looked up at you.
“All good, Lady Spooky.” He replied, dropping the rag to a table and coming up to you where you were standing by the grill.
“Well, then. A deal’s a deal.” You smiled, grabbing one of the patties and some bread.
You put the patty on top of the lower piece of bread and added everything you knew Sad Eyes liked on his burgers, holding the finished product up for him only a few seconds later.
He wordlessly took it from you and raised it to his mouth, wasting no time in taking a large bite.
You raised an eyebrow at him while closing the grill, wiping your hands on the front of Oscar’s shirt. “Good?” You asked, still smiling, and he closed his eyes as he chewed, nodding contently.
“Lo mejor.” He replied once he had swallowed, opening his eyes again and leaning down to press a sloppy, wet, brotherly kiss to your cheek. “Gracias.” He thanked you, before grabbing a beer from the cooler behind you and leaving you behind to wipe the hamburger dressing left behind by his lips off your skin with the back of your hand.
You chuckled with amusement, once again having to wipe your hand off on your shirt, and motioned for the other Santo that it was his turn to grab his burger.
He wasted no time and while he began building a burger of his own, you stepped away from the grill, looking over the backyard and yelling out. “Come get your food, boys!”
Like the other Santo, they wasted no time, putting down their beers and heading over while you started heading for the living room door.
“Yo, ma, where you going?” A Santo called out from behind you as you passed, causing you to turn back around.
“I’m gonna wake up that lazy ass still snoring away in the bedroom.” You replied, holding a finger out at him while smiling teasingly. “You better save us some food. I worked way too hard not to get any.”
Sad Eyes looked up from his already almost finished burger where he was now sitting in one of the sofas, nodding his head at you while standing up. “Don’t worry, (Y/N), I got you.” He promised. “I’ll make sure they don’t hover the grub.”
“You’re an angel.” You offered him a smile and kissed his cheek as he reached you. “I’ll be right back.”
He nodded at you and headed over to the grill where the Santos were now busying themselves with making themselves burgers, to grab his second one and hopefully live up to his promise to save you and Oscar some.
Without another word, you turned back around and headed into the house, heading straight for the bedroom.
At the end of the hallway, Cesar’s bedroom door was now wide open, meaning he must have left when you were cooking, most likely to go to Monse’s or Ruby’s house.
But your bedroom door was still closed, just like you left it, and as you opened it, you came to find that Oscar was still snoring lightly in bed.
Now, however, he had rolled over to his side on your side of the bed, holding your floral pattered pillow under his head tightly.
His back was turned to you, and the snores leaving his lips were now slightly louder than they had been when you left him, and you felt bad for waking him up.
But you knew you had to, or else he would get annoyed that you didn’t, so you pattered over to the bed and climbed onto it, crawling up behind him and wrapping your arms around his chest.
His snoring instantly ceased and out of instinct, his hands came up to grab yours were they rested on his chest.
You smiled at that, your cheek pressing against his feverishly hot back. “You gonna get up?” You asked softly against his skin, sensing his awakening.
He only grumbled under his breath in response, turning around where he laid, scooting down on the bed and pressing his face into your chest in one fluid motion.
His clingy antics brought a chuckle from your lips but nonetheless, you wrapped your arms around him and moved your body closer to his, allowing him to cling to you while caressing the back of his head with the tips of your fingers.
You stayed like that in silence for a moment, just listening to the music and voices sounding from outside.
It was nice, and you didn’t mind it, but soon you could feel Oscar’s breathing slowing down again, and you knew you had to get him to wake up one way or another.
“The Santos are here.” You broke the silence softly, getting nothing more than another low grumble in response.
“I made burgers.”
He grumbled again, pressing his face further into your chest and letting out a long, warm breath.
“I missed you.”
His voice was muffled but you heard him clearly, your fingers coming to a stop where they were caressing his neck and eyes flickering down to look at him with a raised eyebrow as he finally brought his head back up.
“You’ve been asleep.” You pointed out, amused. “How can you miss me when you’re asleep?”
“I always miss you when you’re not at my side.” He answered without missing a beat, eyes squinted as he looked up at you, still ridden with sleep. “But I meant before. You were already asleep when I got back last night. Didn’t get to see you.”
His words caused a flurry of butterflies to go through your stomach and chest, and his groggy voice, deep with sleep, only intensified the feeling.
He was smiling up ever so softly at you, but you could see that he was troubled, and the cuts and bruises littered all over his face confirmed yours suspicions, bringing a sad smile to your lips. “Rough night?”
He hummed in response, bringing one of his hands up to pull it over his face while the other rested on your hip. He mumbled something incoherent into his palm and you creased your eyebrows together ni confusion.
“What was that, baby?” You asked, propping yourself up on your elbow to better be able to look at him.
He pulled his hand over his face again and let out a long, tired breath through his nose before removing the hand from over his face, now looking at you with slightly less squinted eyes.
“Beso.” He spoke again, his voice this time clear.
Your eyebrow shot up, lips tugging into an amused smirk. “Well, aren’t you awfully needy today.” You chuckled, but didn’t need to be told twice, leaning down to meet his lips that were already puckering in awaiting.
The kiss was sweet and short, or at least so you expected it to be. However, when you tried pulling away, Oscar moved his face right after yours and tightened his grip on your hip, his other hand rising to cradle your cheek in order to pull you even closer.
You smiled into it, but still made a second attempt to get out of his grip. “We can do this later, baby.” You mumbled against his lips, and he grumbled back.
“No, ahora.”
You giggled at the feeling of his warm hand sneaking under your, or well, his shirt, beginning to caress up and down your side.
You almost melted right into his affectionate touches, but you caught yourself before you could and brought your hand to his, pulling it back out from underneath the shirt and mumbling again; “Later.”
“Now.” He didn’t give up, and before you were even able to progress what happened, he had slid his wrist out of your grasp and moved his hand down to your ass where he delivered a sharp slap, followed by a very forceful grab.
You jumped at his sudden friskiness and, much to his dismay, jumped right out of the kiss. Your hand instantly went out to slap his arm, your eyes wide open and chest heaving up and down from the kiss you had just shared.
“Oscar!” You scolded, while he just laughed, eyes squinting up again and showing off his long, dark lashes.
His hand was still resting on your butt, caressing the pocked of your jeans softly and as you calmed down from your shock, you pulled him back to you, pressing another, much shorter kiss to his lips to quiet down his laughing.
“As much as I want to stay here with you, I’m hungry and I want one of the burgers that I made.” You told him against his lips as you repeatedly pressed small kisses to them. “And if we don’t get back out there soon, they’re going to be gone.”
He hummed against your lips, stealing another kiss when you moved to pull away. But this time he settled with that, letting his head fall back against the pillow again after that last one.
“Come on, get up.” You told him with a chuckle and nudged his arm, drawing a sigh from his nose.
He rolled over to his back and put his hands over his face, rubbing his tired eyes. But nonetheless, he then brought one of his hands to the edge of the blanket covering his body, throwing it off and putting his toned chest on full display for your eyes to feast on.
“You go back out there, I’ll be right out.” His voice still groggy as he kept rubbing his eyes and a part of you feared that he was going to go right back to sleep if you walked out.
But in the end, you took his word for it and kissed him one last time before heading out of the bedroom again, this time leaving the door open to let in some light.
When you came back outside to the backyard, you discovered that the boys had now moved the sofas that had previously been scattered over the backyard to crowd around one single table, on which they had now moved all of the food that had been standing by the grill when you left them.
They were all happily eating away at the burgers you’d made, chatting loudly in Spanish over the sound of the music that had now been cranked up even further.
But you didn’t mind the volume. As long as you got some food in you, you were happy, and luckily, Sad Eyes looked to have lived up to his promise and saved you and Oscar some, a plate with a few patties laying off to the side away from the rest of the food.
And he also seemed to have saved a spot for you, his legs manspreading over pretty much the entire sofa he was sitting in the middle of, only scooting over to the side when his eyes looked up to catch you approaching.
The Santos all nodded in greeting when you came up to them, but neither their eating nor their enthusiastic chatting ceased even a little bit.
You slid into the seat beside Sad Eyes and he wasted no time in handing you a separate paper plate holding a finished burger just waiting to be devoured, all while devouring one of his own in generous bites.
“Thank you.” You thanked him as you took the plate from him and he nodded, too busy chewing to speak.
You took the burger in your hands and didn’t waste another second before lifting it to your mouth, taking a bite and almost moaning at how good it felt to finally get something to eat.
The first bite was quickly devoured and before taking another one, you reached out to the table to take a can of coke, managing to open it with just one hand and taking a small sip before putting it back down on the table.
Taking another bite, you turned to look at Sad Eyes, your attitude now perked up significantly. “You didn’t make one for Oscar?” You asked and he glanced at you from the side as he finished his burger, shaking his head.
“Nah, I’m not about to get into that.” He replied, taking a gulp from whatever alcoholic beverage he was drinking from the suspicious-looking bottle in his hand.
You chuckled, turning your attention back to the burger in your hands. “Probably for the best.” You agreed. “He gets fuzzy if the toppings are put on in the wrong order.”
Raising the burger to your mouth, you went in for your third bite but instantly pulled back when the nasty, bitter juice spread over your taste buds.
You had to resist the urge to spit it out on your plate right then and there, instead carefully chewing around it until it was safe to pull the red onion out of your mouth.
Your nose automatically scrunched up at the sight of it and your first instinct was to throw it to the grass, but before you could, a hand shot out from behind you to grab it.
You looked up just in time to see Oscar, now wearing a gray tank top and a pair of sunglasses, putting it into his mouth and eating it with no struggle whatsoever, whereas you would have thrown up, quite literally, had you even attempted to swallow it.
Your disgusted expression only turned even more disgusted at that, but you said nothing as he rounded the back of the couch and slid into the seat next to you and wasted no time in grabbing a beer from the table.
“Food’s looking good, mamas.” He told you as he opened the sharp cap of the bottle with just his fingers, leaning back and throwing an arm around you while he used the other to take a sip.
“Yeah?” You questioned. “I hope it tastes as good.”
While he got comfortable beside you, you took another bite out of your burger before putting it down on your plate and starting to prepare one for him.
He watched with no protests nor complaints as you put the toppings on in the exact order he wanted, his hand reaching out to tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear to be able to see your face.
“Your cooking is always good.” He replied, taking another sip from his beer while watching you intently.
Sad Eyes shook his head where he sat beside you, now eating his- God knows how many burgers he’d had by now. “This shit’s not cooking.” He denied, licking some dressing off of his lips and taking another eager bite. “It’s sorcery.”
“You’re a lucky man, Spooky.” Another Santo agreed from across the table, and while you smiled to yourself, Oscar gave him a challenging look.
“I know I am.” He replied, holding his gaze for another moment before looking back to you with an amused smile now playing on his lips, and you didn’t need to see his eyes behind his glasses to know that they were squinted. “You keep spoiling them like this and they’ll never leave.”
“Hell, I’m already about ready to move in.” Sad Eyes joked from beside you, and Oscar instantly reached his arm over you to shove his shoulder playfully.
“En tus sueños. I’m not sharing.”
You chuckled at their playful banter, finishing the burger up, putting it on a clear plate and handing it to your boyfriend before anyone could say anything else.
”Gracias, amor.” He thanked you gratefully and you smiled back, watching him take a bite and nod his head in approval.
“Of course.” You replied, reaching your hand up to his face to wipe some ketchup off his lip. “You boys deserve it for working so hard.”
He watched your every move, catching your hand as you were about to pull it away and wasting no time in beginning to inspect your thumb.
“What did you do now?” He asked, brushing his own thumb over the burn on yours, causing you to flinch slightly.
“I just burned myself on the grill, I’m fine.”
He let out a ‘tssk’, kissing his teeth and shaking his head. “Torpe.”
“Hey, watch it, or you’re not getting any tonight.” You warned, giving him a light glare.
But he wasn’t affected in the slightest, simply kissing the burn on your thumb and lighting up in a smug, playful smirk. “You know I always do, mama.” He teased you, kissing the burn again before taking another bite of the burger.
“Yeah, yeah. Eat your burger.” You rolled your eyes, but chuckled as you brought your hand back to pick up your plate.
Your happiness was shortlived, however, your face instantly pulling up into one of disgust again when you laid eyes on the burger. “And take this nasty ass onion, too.”
You pulled said onion out of the burger and dumped it on his plate without waiting for him to reply, then turning to look at Sad Eyes who was now contemptibly sipping on his alcohol.
“I thought you’d learn by now that I don’t eat onions, Jose.” You scolded him with a distasteful look, and he chuckled.
“I know you don’t. That’s why I put it in.” He answered and while Oscar and the others started laughing, you shook your head, cursing under your breath.
“Fucker.”
Sad Eyes ignored your anger and bumped his fist with Oscar’s in front of you, the two compadres taking equal pleasure in your misfortune.
Luckily, you weren’t really angry, the short-lasting annoyance melting right off as Oscar pulled you into his side and from then on kept an eye out for any sign of onions in your burger.
Said burgers were gone not long later, but the good mood that the pleasant breakfast had left them all in lasted the entire day, all of them just staying in your backyard, drinking and belting out the lyrics of the Spanish songs playing on the boombox until later that afternoon when they were needed elsewhere.
It wasn’t a very eventful day but it was where you felt most at home and content and just how you liked it; just an ordinary day in the life of a Santo.
Translations (I’m not a native Spanish speaker so this might not be a hundred percent accurate):
Lo mejor – The best
Gracias – Thank you
Beso – Kiss
Ahora – Now
En tus sueños – In your dreams
Amor – Baby
Torpe – Clumsy
Compadre - Friend
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Familia - Oscar “Spooky” Diaz
Pairing: Oscar “Spooky” Diaz x reader
Requested: Yes.
Prompts: None.
Warnings/notes: Warning for slight OOC-Spooky and a change of the series’ original plot and storyline. There’s soe Spanish in here so you might have to look some phrases and words up. This took me nearly four days to complete so please leave a comment and let me know what you think. This is definitely too long to be proofread so I apologize in advance for any possible mistakes. I hope you like it xx
Wordcount: 30,766 (Yup, you read that right)
Summary: You and Oscar have been together since you were seventeen, with a four-year-old daughter and another child on the way. When Ray returns after being absent from his sons’ lives for twelve entire years, tension is awakened between everyone and you’re determined not to let your family fall apart.
Quick, Spanish words blended together with the bubbling sounds of the coffee maker on this early morning in the Diaz residence, filling the otherwise silent air.
You could make out the faint sound of the clock on the kitchen wall and through the open window right where you were standing, you could hear the early birds chirping and the leaves of the trees rustling with a light breeze.
The smell of coffee was invading your senses and the fresh air coming in through the window pulled at your hair where you stood by the sink, washing the plate Oscar had eaten his breakfast from only minutes before, but the warmth from the sunrays hitting your face and bare arms made up for the chilly morning breeze.
The man in question was sitting at the kitchen table with his phone pressed to his ear, speaking to Sad Eyes and waiting for the coffee you had promised to bring him when he had to answer the call.
He had, of course, protested, saying that you shouldn’t be doing as much work around the house as you did when you were heavily pregnant, but when hearing what his second in command had to say he had sat down pretty quickly.
The sound of his voice and the feeling of genuine peace this morning was enough to make you smile as you cut off the water and gave the plate a good shake before grabbing a towel and drying it off.
Once the surface was squeaky clean, or well, as clean as it could be with the deep, grey fork scratches from the frequent use, you put it back into its cabinet and brought down Oscar’s black coffee mug.
The bubbling of the coffee maker had quietened down by now, indicating that the coffee was done and ready to be consumed, and you wasted no time in filling the cup up to near the brim, only saving a little bit of space.
The cup was now releasing a cloud of steam that went all the way up to your face, causing your skin to grow damp.
But you paid it no mind, simply walking over to the refrigerator where you brought the open carton of milk out, briefly putting the mug down on the counter in order to be able to open it and pour some in.
Once you were done, you put the milk back into the fridge and grabbed the mug again, not letting your eyes leave it even once as you carefully waddled over to the table where Oscar was sitting, not wanting to spill the coffee on the floor.
You might have filled it a little too generously and it wasn’t the easiest of tasks so balance it when you could barely balance yourself on your feet with the weight of your round belly, but you managed, reaching Oscar within the next few seconds.
He looked up at you the second he saw you approaching. Once you reached him, the hand that wasn’t holding the phone reached out for your belly, pressing against it protectively before taking the steaming hot cup of coffee from your hand.
You smiled softly, wiping your hands on the front of your jeans to rid them of the little coffee you had spilled while waddling over from the kitchen.
“You heard anything from Cesar yet?” You asked, keeping your voice down to not disturb his call.
You watched as he took a gulp of the coffee before shaking his head, mouthing ‘no’ as he listened to Sad Eyes speak on the other side of the line, all while holding eye-contact with you.
When you had gone to wake Cesar up, you had found his bed empty like you had so many other mornings before. Him sneaking out when you were sleeping to go sneak into Monse’s house wasn’t a rare occurrence.
Still, especially now when you were pretty much constantly controlled by your hormones, the motherly worry came naturally whenever he wasn’t safe at your side. But you were sure he was fine. If he wasn’t, Oscar would have known. He could always sense when his mano was in danger.
Dropping the subject, guessing he would show up before going to school, you wordlessly leaned down to kiss Oscar’s cheek before leaving him to his call and coffee again, instead heading towards your shared bedroom.
Reaching the door, you grabbed the handle and carefully pushed it open, peeking your head inside.
The room was dark, the blinds still down, but just enough light managed to escape in through the cracks of said blinds to allow you to see your daughter where she laid in yours and Oscar’s bed.
She was laying facing the door, her long, black locks spread out in a mess over the white pillow, her chest rising and falling with soft snores leaving her nose and her thumb sucked into her mouth.
The sight of her never failed to make your heart skip a beat in your chest, just when it did when you saw Oscar. Neither of you had lived very happy lives but she was the greatest gift God ever could have given you.
You had met Oscar when you were both no older than seventeen, and Cesar ten. You had both been in a really bad place, with Oscar struggling to carry an entire gang on his back while simultaneously having to raise his brother and with you jumping between your friends in a desperate attempt to flee the system you had been forced into at an early age.
To a start, your relationship had only been about a warm body to hold when things got too heavy and you couldn’t go through it alone.
Oscar wasn’t too fond of feelings and lovey-dovey shit and always had to show himself as hard and emotionally unavailable, and you… well, you just didn’t trust very easily.
But when you started staying over after your nightly fun and he saw you with Cesar in the mornings, he couldn’t help but fall head over heels in love with you, and when he started inviting you over for activities that didn’t include rolling around in the sheets, your feelings started developing for him too.
You never officially moved in with them, but you never really left either. You started making sure that three meals a day was on the table for them and started taking initiative to walk Cesar to and home from school when Oscar got caught up with disobeying the law.
A year later, you were playing house and happy family pretty much on a routine with little to no effort at all, everything coming naturally.
The Santos accepted you into the family, Cesar looked up to you like you were his mother despite the fact that you were only seven years older and Oscar was already planning on spending the rest of his life with you.
On your eighteenth birthday, he gifted you a promise ring and kept an identical one for himself. He wasn’t one to get all cute and mushy and this time was no different, but you knew it was a big step for him to take so the way he handled it didn’t really matter.
It had been one of the best days of your life. Not only were you now claimed by Spooky, but you were also free from the system and free to be your own individual, and on the same night you found out that you were pregnant and expecting your first child together.
But of course with your luck, the happiness was short-lived.
The next night, Oscar was arrested and sentenced to four years in prison, leaving you and Cesar alone. Of course, you still had the Santos to provide for you. Oscar being gone didn’t change the fact that you were a part of the family.
But you didn’t like having them around the house when Oscar wasn’t there so the only one you really hung out with was Sad Eyes, who came by a few times a week to check up on you and leave you a roll of cash for rent, food and other necessities.
How exactly they got the money you didn’t know, neither Oscar nor Sad Eyes liking to involve you into the gang-business, but you didn’t ask questions.
You went to visit Oscar in prison every Tuesday, Sad Eyes and Mario taking turns driving you while Cesar stayed at the Martinez residence until you got home when he was still too young to be left home alone.
Cesar never went to visit him in person, though. Oscar didn’t want him to have to see him stuck behind that thick glass in that awful jumpsuit, so he only ever talked to him over the phone once or twice a week.
During your pregnancy, Mario was there for you every day and you managed to become really good friends which you knew Oscar was forever grateful for.
There weren’t many people the infamous Spooky respected and trusted, but Mario was one of them and he was happy that you were able to hang around someone on the right side of the law.
After first hearing about your blooming friendship when Mario had driven you to visitation day the first time, Oscar more or less forced the slightly younger guy to go with you to all of your ultrasounds from then on, wanting him to witness everything that he was missing so that he could re-tell it to him during visitation.
Mario was too scared to turn him down so he made sure he was free to accompany you to all of your check-ups and by the time you were approaching the end of your pregnancy, you had lost count of the amount of time Mario had been mistaken for the dad.
Much to his horror, he had been forced to be present at the time of birth, as well. Geny Martinez was there too at your request and she was able to keep her calm, having gone through the procedure of childbirth before, but the seventeen-year-old Mario had never been as terrified as he was then.
Still, he forced himself to sit through it in order to be able to tell Oscar about it at the next visitation, during which you brought him pictures of your baby girl and decided on a name.
It took a while to get on the same page, but after a good half hour of bickering back and forth, you finally managed to decide on the name Lucía with a helpful input from Mario who had been sitting by and listening to your fighting in silence up until then.
You had been planning to talk to Oscar about making Mario Lucía’s godfather after that, something you hadn’t told Mario yet.
But before you could even mention it, Oscar, much to yours and Mario’s surprise, was the one to bring the topic up, telling him it was only right after how much he had been there for his baby mama when he couldn’t.
And of course, Mario gladly accepted, basically jumping with happiness when you left that afternoon.
Him and his family continued to be there for you now that you didn’t only have Cesar to care for, but a newborn baby, as well.
It was all overwhelming to you, all of the sudden having so many people jumping at the chance to help you when you had grown up all on your own.
You continued to visit Oscar on your own, bringing him new pictures and stories every time, but you never brought Lucía to see him.
You wanted him to meet his daughter and you knew that he wanted nothing more in the entire world than to do so, but he didn’t want her first memory of him to be of him in prison, much like he hadn’t wanted Cesar to see him like that.
So you had no other choice but to respect his wishes, instead showing your daughter pictures of her father every day as she grew bigger, to put a face to the man she would be calling daddy when he got out.
And his sign-out day was soon upon you, four entire years later. Both you and Oscar were twenty-two at the time, Cesar fifteen and Lucía had just turned three.
Four entire years he had gone without touching you or seeing his mano face to face, but that was nothing in comparison to the three years he had been forced to endure knowing he had a daughter waiting for him on the outside, a daughter he had never gotten to meet.
He didn’t show it, but he was so nervous that he almost threw up on the spot when he came out of the building inside which he had been locked up for the past four years, to see you standing in front of his red Impala with Lucía balanced on your hip.
She had smiled upon seeing his familiar face, recognizing it from the pictures you had shown her every day, and stretched her arms out for him with a gleeful laugh.
That was the first time since meeting him that you had seen him cry, tears welling up in his eyes as he took his daughter into his arms, felt her skin against his for the first time ever.
You had stayed there, in the middle of the parking lot, for a good ten minutes. He had been holding her so carefully, not moving an inch, almost as if he was scared that he would break her if he did.
Once he finally broke free from his trance and managed to relax, he had taken you to the beach where you spent your first ever hour together, eating ice cream and watching the waves.
It had been perfect, but also very comical.
Oscar obviously knew how to be a father. He had raised his brother on his own throughout his entire teenage years, and all he really had to do was the exact opposite of what his dad had.
But he had absolutely no idea how to handle a baby, so to say it had been hilarious to see him chasing after Lucía as she, in turn, chased after a couple of seagulls, was the biggest understatement of the century.
He had been so careful with her, so wary and pretty much walking around on eggshells the entire time you spent together. And when she fell and started crying, he was at an absolute loss of what to do.
But then he picked her up, held her against his chest, and she stopped crying immediately, nuzzling her face into his neck and wrapping her short arms around him, and he was absolutely gone in the sudden burst of love he felt.
Ever since then, he barely left her alone, and you knew it was only going to get worse as she grew older. You didn’t even want to think about how protective he would get when she started getting interested in boys.
You loved her to bits but Oscar… the love he held for her was on an entirely different level. He would throw himself into the line of fire to take a bullet for you, but for her, for her he would burn down entire cities if he had to.
He was in love with you and had been since the moment you first met, but it was in her that he had found his true happiness and that, in turn, only made you even more happy.
The sound of a car door slamming shut somewhere out on the street suddenly cut through the air and you jumped in fright, a hand automatically flying to clutch your chest in an attempt to calm your racing heart.
You had gotten so lost in your train of thought that you had no idea how long you had been standing there for.
You shook yourself back to reality and sent a final glance to your sleeping daughter before you carefully closed the door again, allowing her to sleep in. You left a small crack open in the door so that you would be able to hear her if she woke up and cried for you, and headed back into the living room area of the house.
Oscar was still sitting where you left him, his back turned to you where he sat at the table.
His eyes met yours as you re-entered the room and he started saying goodbye to Sad Eyes on the phone, only a second later removing the phone from his ear to end the call on the screen.
As he did so, you approached him from behind, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and leaning your head down to press a kiss to the side of his neck, breathing in the intoxicating smell of his skin and kneading his shoulders with your hands gently.
“Everything okay?” You questioned and he hummed, raising the now almost empty cup of coffee to his lips to take a gulp while putting his phone down on the table.
Just then, the front door slammed open, causing both of you to jump with surprise and look over to where Cesar had now barged into the house, his eyes wide with worry.
“Hey, hey, hey!” Cesar yelled out, head looking around in search for his brother for a second before finding you at the table, then walking up to you while pointing his thumb behind him. “There’s a dude posted up outside!”
You tensed at the sound of his words, your hand instantly going to your belly, and Oscar wasted no time in standing up from his seat.
“Baby?” You questioned, and he turned to you, pressed a chaste kiss to your forehead, hand on top of your own where it rested on your stomach.
“Wait inside, mamas.” He instructed before turning around and grabbing his gun from on top of the cupboard standing in the corner and marching outside, cocking the gun as he walked through the doorway and out into the sunshine.
You exchanged a look with Cesar and as usual, before you could even think to stop him, he did the exact opposite of what he was told and rushed after his brother.
“Get back inside!” You could hear Oscar yell at him almost immediately and he did as told, backing into the doorway again and looking back at you.
Curiosity got the best of you when you still hadn’t heard any threats or gunshots from outside and you waddled up to your future brother-in-law, holding on to his arm while you attempted to peek outside.
His hand came up to grab yours and together, you slowly moved a few steps further out on the porch.
Your eyes instantly found Oscar where he was standing on the lawn, body tensed up. And then your eyes flickered over to where he was looking, finding a man standing around on the other side of the street by a tree.
He was wearing a white tank top and blue jeans with a belt, had black, slicked-back hair, a big tattoo running across his chest with a few smaller ones on his arms. He was smoking a cigarette, leaning against the tree as him and Oscar stared each other down, and he had a bag waiting at the ground beside him.
It didn’t take longer than a few seconds for you to connect the dots and recognize the man from Oscar’s stories, figuring his identity out almost immediately.
But Cesar was clueless, taking another step forward and losing his grip on you in the process, looking between his brother and the stranger with confused, brown eyes.
“Oscar?” He called out, taking another step closer to him. “Who is that?”
The man’s eyes moved from Oscar to Cesar as he made himself known, and even though you couldn’t see Oscar’s face right then, you knew him good enough to know that he was glaring.
“Our father.” He answered without missing a beat, confirming your suspicions.
Cesar froze in his spot, his eyes turning slightly wider, while Oscar turned his head to the side and tucked the gun into the hem of his shorts, turning around to come back inside.
He shoved past Cesar who was still standing rooted to his spot, and you reached your hand out to grab his arm once he reached you in the doorway.
“Baby.” You mumbled, pulling him to you, and he made no move to stop you, his hand simply coming to rest on your belly and his forehead pressing against yours as you backed into the house together.
“I thought I told you to stay inside.” He muttered, annoyed, but his touch was as soft as ever, not threatening in the slightest.
“I know, I’m sorry…” You apologized quietly, looking up at him hesitantly. “Should I put on some more coffee?”
His soft eyes turned stern. “No. He’s not staying.” He told you surely, shutting the subject down.
You nodded silently and sat down with him in the sofa, Cesar coming in and sitting down beside you with his father in tow a few seconds later.
While you and Oscar sat close to each other in the furthest corner of the couch, his arm wrapped around your shoulders, Cesar sat at the opposite corner, his elbows leaning on his thighs and his legs manspreading just like his older brother’s were beside you.
Ray’s eyes instantly found you where you were sitting, flickering between Oscar’s face to yours, and along to Oscar’s hand that was still resting protectively on your belly, thumb absentmindedly rubbing soothing circles through the fabric of your shirt and sporting a thick, golden wedding band identical to the one on your ring finger.
A look of shock momentarily crossed over his face, but he quickly covered it up, dropping his bag to the floor and starting to look around, now smoking a fresh cigarette by the looks of it.
The air remained thick with silence for a good minute and you almost felt like you were about to suffocate from the tension.
Oscar was tense beside you, his leg bouncing up and down in an attempt to keep himself calm and so far, he was doing an alright job.
You had expected him to react a lot harsher when the time came that his dad would be returning home and you were proud of him for being able to stay calm, even if you knew he was only doing it for you and Lucía and not for himself.
But then Ray walked over to the kitchen table and tapped the excess ashes of his cigarette into the mug that Oscar had been drinking coffee from only a few minutes ago, and he instantly reacted beside you.
“Can you not smoke in the house?” He spat out at his father, his face pulled into a murderous glare. “It’s not good for the baby.”
“Oscar.” You spoke before you could stop yourself, your face turning to meet his glare with a pointed look. He only stared at you for a second, before turning back to his dad, his glare now even fiercer.
You turned to look at the older man too, forcing yourself to smile. “It’s fine.” You told him and he nodded at you, but Oscar was quick again.
“It’s not fine.” He snapped, and you closed your eyes, breathing out deeply through your nose.
It wasn’t that you were angry with Oscar for being rude. He had every right to be and quite frankly, you hadn’t even expected him to let his father into the house.
But still, you always got anxious when he was in a bad mood, no matter what the cause behind it was, and the stress wasn’t good for the baby so you had to do everything in your power to stay calm, the tension making you so uncomfortable you would have rather melted through the floor than stay there right now.
Luckily, however, Ray stayed polite even with his son’s anger directed toward him and nodded his head, looking directly at you as he put the cigarette out in an ashtray standing on the table. “Sorry.”
You forced another smile through the tension and nodded, silently telling him thank you.
“So when did you get out?” Cesar finally joined the conversation after having sat quiet up until then, obviously nervous judging by the way he was twisting his hands around.
“Yesterday.”
Ray looked around some more as he answered, and Cesar smiled. “How was the trip down?” He asked, but Ray barely even spared him a glance.
“Long.”
The tone in his voice was bored and for a moment, you were overwhelmed by the urge to slap him upside the head and tell him to sound more interested. But of course you didn’t, keeping quiet as you watched him walk around the room.
“Looks the same, even smells the same.” He muttered but stopped himself as he came over a photograph on the wall. It was of you, Oscar, Cesar and Lucía on his first morning home from prison.
You looked like absolute crap, just having woken up at the time, but Oscar had insisted that you hang it up and who were you to say no?
Ray hummed at the sight of the picture, his fingers touching the frame lightly. “Almost the same, at least.” He said, before turning around.
You glanced at Oscar as Ray walked over to where you were sitting, finding his face pulled into an expression of pure and utter hatred as he watched his dad sink down on the stool across from you.
The feeling of unease only intensified inside of you now that the only thing between him and Oscar was a coffee table, feeling hopeless that you couldn’t do anything to ease the tension, and Cesar was feeling equally as awkward about the entire situation.
Ray looked at his youngest son, raising his head in a questioning manner. “You in school?” He asked, and Cesar opened his lips to reply.
Before he got the chance to get as much as a sound out, however, Oscar beat him to it. “Of course he is.”
Their father’s eyes flickered over to him and he nodded. “How about you?” He asked, Spanish accent thick. “Going to college?”
His question drew a scoff from Oscar’s lips. “Seriously?” He questioned.
You could feel him getting angrier for every second passing and out of pure instinct, grabbed a hold of the hand he had resting on your belly, a move that didn’t go unnoticed by Ray.
The man in question quickly looked away from your now intertwined fingers and back to his oldest son, changing the subject. “You’re about to be a father.” He pointed out, and the words instantly caused your lips to tug up into a smile.
“I am a father.” He corrected his own dad, the hidden pride in his voice causing a flurry of butterflies to go through your stomach.
If Ray hadn’t been shocked enough to see you pregnant when he first entered, he was almost at loss for words now. “You have another one?” He asked and Oscar answered without missing a beat.
“Lucía. She’s four.” The corner of his lip twitched upward for the shortest second, but he quickly realized his mistake and hardened his face again as the next question was delivered.
“How long have you been together?” Ray asked.
“Almost seven.” Oscar answered flatly, again without missing a beat.
The silence was really deafening, thick to the point where it was almost painful to be there. More than anything you would have rather just slipped away and gone back to bed where Lucía was still sleeping.
But you didn’t want to be rude and you knew that Oscar preferred to have you by his side when things were uncomfortable for him, so you stayed, no matter how much you didn’t want to.
“It- It’s nice to see you.” Cesar spoke then, breaking the silence again. You smiled at him, adoring him for how he was obviously trying to ease the tension, but Ray only nodded, not answering and not looking away from Oscar, which caused your smile to fall slightly.
Cesar didn’t give up, trying again. “Do you have any plans?”
This time, Ray turned his head to look at him, shaking his head. “No. Just wanted to see you guys before heading up to Bakersfield. Got a job lined up.” He informed him, and before he got the chance to answer, Oscar took the wheel again.
“Cesar, you need to get to school.” He spoke sternly, his eyes not leaving Ray, who had now looked back to him again.
Cesar threw his arms out in exasperation, looking to his older brother and looking ready to protest, but one stern look was more than enough to make him rethink that decision.
Instead, he sighed, turning to look at his dad again. “I’ll see you later.” He said, voice discouraged as he grabbed his bag from the floor beside him and begrudgingly standing up.
You watched as he headed for the door, reaching out to grab the handle, but before he opened the door he stopped himself and turned back around.
“Hey, do you maybe, uh, I don’t know, wanna hang? After school?” He asked unsurely and Ray tore his eyes away from Oscar’s for a moment to look up at him.
“Sure.” He answered.
Cesar’s discouraged attitude was exchanged by a happy one almost instantly and he nodded. “Cool.” He said and without another word to any of you, opened the door and left.
“So where are you staying?” Oscar asked the second his mano was out the door, causing Ray to turn back to him.
“Here.” He answered as if it was the most obvious thing in the world and you automatically braced yourself, thinking that Oscar was going to object.
But instead, he only sniffed, pulling a hand over his mouth and chin and standing up, clearing his throat and walking out the front door, leaving you alone with his dad.
You knew he didn’t really want you, Lucía and his unborn baby around his dad, but you knew that he also knew that you would have to talk to him sooner or later, which you guessed was why he hadn’t forced you to come outside with him.
You hadn’t expected Ray to actually speak to you so when he did, you were surprised.
“He really hates me, huh?” He asked, looking down at his hands where he was fiddling with his fingers.
“No.” The word slipped out before you could help yourself, causing him to look up at you. “He loves you. A bit too much, if you ask me.”
You hadn’t meant for the words to come out as harsh as they did, but in retrospect, he deserved nothing better, something he seemed to know.
“I deserve that.” He agreed with your thoughts, giving you a somber look.
“You do. He’s really hurt and has every right to be. But you know…” You trailed off, swallowing and shrugging your shoulders gently. “It’s not too late. If you stay, he might forgive you someday in the future. It’s going to take a long time and you’ll really have to work for it, but I wouldn’t rule it out.”
He listened to you intently. You could really see how concentrated he was on your words and you appreciated the fact that he was actually partaking in the conversation you were having.
He nodded his head slowly, spacing out for a moment, but then pulled himself back to reality and waved a hand at your stomach.
“How far along are you?” He asked, and automatically, your face instantly lit up in a wide smile.
“I’m due in a month.”
His lips stretched into a smile of his own, although much smaller. “Congrats.” He congratulated and you nodded in thanks as he kept talking. “What about the other one? Lucy? Where is she?”
“Lucía.” You corrected, motioning with a hand down the hall. “She’s still asleep so you’ll meet her later.”
A hesitant expression crossed over his face. “You think Oscar would be okay with that?”
You understood his worries because you knew for a fact that Oscar wouldn’t be happy about it, but you still offered him a comforting smile. “If you’re staying here, I don’t really think he’s got much of a choice. She’s curious so she wouldn’t stay away from you even if we told her to.”
He hummed, nodding his head toward you again, this time looking at the ring at your finger. “You married?”
Without even noticing it, you began twisting the golden ring around your finger. “No. Not yet.” You replied. “We’ve been engaged for five years but it’s not the right time for a wedding, you know, with the Santos and everything going on. But I hope, someday.”
“But the timing was right for a kid?” He asked and his face pulled into one of regret almost instantly. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to be rude.”
But you took no offense to it, simply shaking your head. “It wasn’t planned and we would have rather waited until we had a more secure life going, but…” You paused, smiling gently as you remember how happy Oscar had gotten when you gave him the news. “When I got pregnant there wasn’t much else to do but go through with it because getting an abortion wasn’t an option for neither of us.”
“Do you know what gender it is?” Ray motioned for your stomach once more and again, you shook your head.
“No, Oscar wants it to be a surprise.” You told him.
He nodded, eyes flickering between your stomach and your face. “What are you hoping for?”
You snorted, rubbing your hands over your stomach gently. “I would like a boy for a change but Oscar is hoping for another girl.” You told him, rolling your eyes. “He thinks the risk of him fucking them up, the risk of them walking in his footsteps down the wrong road, is smaller if they’re girls.”
A part of you thought the logic behind his reasoning was nothing but ridiculous, but another part understood the pressure of giving them a better life than he was given.
“I didn’t have a good dad and I ended up the way I did because of him.” Ray told you then. “I never thought I’d be a good dad and I wasn’t, and it’s because of that Oscar ended up the way he did. But it’s not too late for him, to turn things around.”
He was unsure of himself as he spoke and the closer you looked at him, the easier it became to identify the shame behind his eyes. You knew he didn’t deserve your sympathy, but you couldn’t help it.
You tried your hardest to push the feeling of secondhand sorrow to the back of your head, almost feeling like you were betraying Oscar just by feeling it.
“I know.” You agreed with a small smile and he nodded.
“Do you think he knows?”
“He does.” You confirmed, shrugging your shoulders with a sad smile. “He just has to deal with it in his own time.”
Ray hummed, averting his eyes from you and looking around the room. “He’s lucky to have you to guide him. You seem to love him and Cesar a lot.”
“I do. More than anything.” You said and he turned back to look at you with an awkward glance.
“That’s good.” He said. “They both need someone like you in their lives, to keep them away from the bad stuff.”
“Well, Oscar was already mixed up with it when I met him but I’m doing my best to prevent him from getting stuck in it too deep. And as for Cesar, you’d catch me dead before I let him get caught up in any of it.”
You thought back to when Cuchillos had wanted Cesar jumped out of the Santos when he had failed his task to kill Latrell.
Because of a lot of yelling from your side, Oscar had agreed not to push him away, but you weren’t sure he would have done the same if you hadn’t been there.
Either way, going against Cuchillos put a lot of heat on all of you, especially Oscar. They were forced to make up their debt by setting the Prophets up with the money the Santos had robbed from a bank the week before and get them all arrested.
So that was one gang gone from the streets, and it had been pretty quiet since, but now you heard rumors about the kids from 19th Street going around to all of the business on their block, threatening people into paying them rent, which was a new problem in itself.
But you were sure Oscar had it under control. They may have been violent, but they were just kids, most of them no older than fifteen.
If there was anything you had learned from analyzing the other kids in the system while you had still been there, it was that the cause of anger most of the times found its source in them wanting one thing and one thing only; security, which could be used to bargain with them.
It would have been harder if they had been older. Then, they most likely wouldn’t have been after anything in particular, just power, like the Prophets had been.
Getting them off the streets had cleared Oscar and Cesar’s debt with Cuchillos but she was still hanging on his ass, more than she had been before. She was doubting the extents he would go to in order to make sure she was happy, a problem she hadn’t been having before he met you and had a child.
It was constantly unsafe for you and Lucía to go outside and if Oscar got to choose, you wouldn’t have been going outside at all. But you refused to be caged inside like some animal and he knew that both Lucía and you needed the fresh air and human interaction, so he had no other choice but to allow it.
He felt a bit safer with the Santos keeping a watchful eye over you whenever you went anywhere.
You had all heard rumors about the previous generation of Santos turning their back on one of their own some years ago but luckily, this generation of Santos were more loyal to each other than to Cuchillos.
They loved you like you were family and would do anything to keep you safe.
“He’s a good kid. Cesar.” Ray nodded his head, pulling you out of your thoughts and back to the conversation you had almost forgetting you were still in the middle of.
You nodded your head, returning your gaze to him. “He is.” You confirmed. “He’s got a lot of potential. Both of them do, even if Oscar thinks his is long gone.”
His lips twitched every so lightly at your words, his heart unbeknownst to you swelling with pride. But before either of you could say anything else, the sound of a light cry broke through the air.
Both yours and Ray’s heads instantly turned toward the hallway leading to yours and Oscar’s bedroom, and you wasted no time in moving to stand up at the sound of your daughter’s intensifying cries.
She could get extremely confused and disoriented when she woke up alone so you wanted to get to her as quickly as you possibly could.
But getting out of the low couch was easier said than done when you were heavily pregnant. Luckily, twelve years in prison didn’t seem to have stolen all of Ray’s manners, the older man wasting no time in wordlessly standing up and offering you his hands.
You took them gratefully, thanking him softly under your breath and allowing him to pull you to your feet.
“I’ll be right back.” You told him, offering him a last smile before waddling past him and in the direction of your bedroom.
You held on to the wall for support as you walked, reaching your destination in no time despite the slow pace you were forced to walk at. Pushing the door open, Lucía’s cries instantly quietened down as she found your form in the doorway.
She was still lying in the exact same position that you had left her in; turned towards the door with her thumb in her mouth, only now her eyes were wide open and glassy, staring back at you.
“Good morning, baby.” You greeted her as you walked inside, and she wasted no time in shuffling up in the bed.
You walked past her and directly to the windows, pulling the blinds up to let the sunshine into the dark room. Turning back around, you found her shielding her eyes with her arms, sitting on the edge of the low bed, if that’s even what you could call it.
It was just a thick mattress on the floor, without an actual bedframe. Oscar had taken the frame down and gotten rid of it the second he got home from prison, claiming it was too dangerous for Lucía to be sleeping that high up without any kind of fence at the sides.
You didn’t enjoy sleeping so far down to the floor, especially not now when you were pregnant and could barely stand up by yourself, but you hadn’t stopped him, allowing him to be a father for the first time in three years.
Lucía let out a small whimper, rubbing her eyes and getting off the bed, walking over to you. She held her arms out, her blue comfort blanket hanging from one of her hands, and you gave her a sad look.
“You know mommy can’t carry you, baby.” You told her, putting a hand on top of her head. “My stomach is in the way.”
You pulled a hand through her messy, black curls, breathing out in relief when she simply sniffed and lowered her arms again rather than throwing a fit.
It would seem you had caught her on a good day, much to your luck as you knew her meeting with Ray would have been chaotic to say the least if she would have been in a bad mood.
Taking her hand, you wordlessly led her out of the room, taking it slow so that her short legs could keep up with you. When you walked back into the living room, Ray was still standing in the middle of the room, now facing you and appearing to have been waiting for your return.
Once he caught sight of Lucía, a flurry of emotions instantly flickered through his eyes and face, but the second she caught sight of him, she stopped right in her step, cowering behind your leg.
Still holding her hand, you were forced to stop with her, and you looked down at her. “You want to say hello?” You questioned, watching as she shook her head and hid even further behind your legs.
But Ray didn’t seem to take it personally, staying in his spot to not frighten her and smiling softly to himself.
“Shy.” He pointed out, and as that word would be the last one you would use to describe your daughter, you laughed.
“She won’t be when she wakes up properly so I’d brace myself already if I were you.” You warned him, looking down as Lucía stepped out from behind your legs, tugging at your hand and cautious eyes never leaving Ray’s form.
Despite your back and every muscle in your body screaming at you not to, you bent down and picked her up, grateful that she wasn’t very heavy. Once she was secured on your hip, she wrapped her arms around your neck and carefully dared to peak through her curls at Ray, who was now walking closer.
“Es bella.” He complimented his granddaughter, smiling as he pointed a finger at his eyes. “Has Oscar’s eyes. And his curls, too.”
“Yeah, she does.” You chuckled, looking at her. “She didn’t get much from me.”
Ray watched you as you brought a hand up to her face and pulled a curl away from her face, the strand of hair wet with the tears still fresh on her cheeks.
“Is he a good dad?” He asked, causing you to look up at him as he shrugged. “Better than me, I mean.”
“The best. He would do anything for her.” You smiled. “She loves him to pieces, almost never leaves him alone.”
Lucía sucked on her thumb, looking up at you with big eyes. “Quiero a papa.” She mumbled out, her light voice muffled.
At her words, you raised an eyebrow at Ray, who was now smiling in amusement. “You see?” You questioned, before turning your attention back to her. “Let’s go tell daddy you’re awake, yeah?”
She buried her face in the crook of your shoulder in agreement and you turned your attention back to Ray. After him asking you to use the shower and you pointing him in the right direction of the towel cabinet, you bid him goodbye for now and headed outside with Lucía still in your arms.
You spotted Oscar at the driveway immediately, his body bent down and head hidden beneath the hood of his car, hands working away on something inside.
A smile grazed your lips at the sweet sight of his tan arms under the sunlight and Lucía looked up the second the familiar sound of a wrench being twisted reached her ears.
“Papá!” She squealed out, instantly drawing the attention of Oscar. His lips turned up and he dropped the wrench, wiping his hands off on a red rag before kneeling down and opening his arms.
Lucía immediately started twisting her body in your arms, wanting to be put down, and you gladly granted her wish and put her down on her feet, having to stop on the porch for a moment to stretch your aching back.
While you did so, you watched with a smile as Lucía ran into Oscar’s arms, who in turn wasted no time in picking her up against his chest. “¿Dormiste bien?” He asked her, and you waddled your way down the steps of the porch to approach them.
Lucía nodded to answer his question, not very talkative when she had just woken up, and Oscar brought his hand up to the back of her head, pressing a kiss to her forehead and mumbling fondly against her skin. “Mi princesita.”
His eyes drifted over to you when he saw you approaching then, your hand covering your face from the bright sun.
“Did you talk to him?” He nodded at you, wasting no time in cutting to the chase.
You hummed in response, standing up on your tippy-toes in order to press a kiss to his cheek. “Yeah.” You answered honestly, feeling his eyes on the side of your face as you switched your attention to Lucía where she was resting her head against Oscar’s shoulder.
“What did he say?” Oscar asked, and you answered simply.
“Stuff.”
“What kind of stuff?” He questioned again and this time you turned to look at him.
“Just stuff.” You smiled, bringing your hand up to his cheek. “Don’t worry about it.” You pulled him down to be able to press your lips to his in a sweet kiss, but the second you pulled apart again, he went right back to interrogating you.
“Did Luci talk to him?” He asked, his face now turned into a glare.
You shook your head, dropping your hand from his face with a sigh when you realized you wouldn’t be able to cure his foul mood right then, not that you blamed him for being angry in the first place. “No. She’s still drowsy from waking up so she was a bit shy. She didn’t cry though so that’s a good sign.”
He hummed, turning his attention to Lucía. When he looked at her, she brought her head up from his chest and stared right back, her nose scrunching up when he brought his hand up to her face to move a strand of hair that had stuck to her cheek, just like you had done minutes before.
After making sure her face was free from hair, he turned back to you, looking you up and down and nodding his head slightly when he reached your feet. “Your shoelace is up.”
You looked down at his words, finding that the shoelace of your left Nike shoe was, in fact, undone. But before you could even think about trying to tie it yourself, not that you would have been able to, he had put Lucía down on her feet and gone down on one knee, lifting your foot up to his thigh.
“I got it.” He told you simply, tying your laces up in no time. When he dropped your foot back down and stood up, an uncomfortable pain suddenly went through your stomach, forcing a gasp out of your lips.
Oscar was alerted immediately, watching as your hands automatically went to your stomach. “What’s wrong?” He asked, his entire attitude turning serious and his hands coming to rest on top of yours,
“Nothing.” You quickly answered, smiling as you got used to the uncomfortable feeling. “He’s just kicking. Here, give me your hand.”
Without waiting for a reply, you moved your hands from underneath his and grabbed his wrist, moving it to the place where your baby was kicking the hardest.
“She’s kicking.” He corrected you with a small glare while you moved his hand around, causing you to roll your eyes and drop his wrist.
“You always have to ruin the moment, don’t you?”
“No, espera.” He said as you began moving away from his touch, moving right after you in order to keep his hands on your stomach.
You smirked at him, shaking your head. “Too late now, papi. She stopped kicking.” You turned to Lucía, holding your hand out. “Come on, mija. Let’s go.”
Oscar watched as she took your outstretched hand and stood at your side, narrowing his eyes slightly. “Where are you going?” He questioned, and even though there would never be a day when you weren’t thankful for his protection, you rolled your eyes at the defensive tone in his voice.
“We’re taking a walk to the store.” You told him. “The fridge is nearly empty and we need to stock up on food now that we’ve got another mouth to feed.”
“He can pay for his own damn food.” Oscar quickly spat, eyes turning hard. “You’re not his sirvienta.”
“Oscar.” You warned with a glare of your own. “Don’t lose your temper in front of her.” You instinctively pushed your daughter further behind your leg to shield her from Oscar’s murderous face.
He turned his head to the side the second your words reached his ears, taking a deep breath through his nose and calming himself down before turning back around. His face was still cold and guarded, but not nearly as furious as it had been a few seconds ago.
“Be careful.” He ordered you softly, one of his hands finding its way to the top of Lucía’s head while the other rested on your belly. He leaned his head down and pressed a kiss to your forehead. “I love you, amores míos.”
“We love you, too.” You smiled, squeezing his hand with yours.
He pulled away from you after another two quick kisses and turned to Lucía, raising a playful eyebrow at her. “Sé bueno para tu madre, ¿de acuerdo?” He held his pinky finger out and she hooked her much smaller one with his, taking her thumb out of her mouth.
“Prometo.” She answered with a toothy grin.
“Good girl.” He ruffled her hair, chuckling in amusement as her face pulled into a glare, her small hands trying to swat his hand away.
Turning back to you, he gave you a chaste kiss to the lips. “I’ll see you soon.” He said, giving your stomach one last caress before turning back to the car, allowing you and Lucía to walk away and head for the store.
Being pregnant was always one huge dilemma. Your ankles were constantly swollen and your back felt like it was about to snap in two pretty much all of the time. But in order for your ankles not to get even more swollen and for your back not to get even more stiff, you had to walk around pretty much all day, which was never free of pain.
Luckily, you lived pretty close to the store you usually shopped at and the store in question was still on Santos territory which you knew was the only reason that Oscar let you and Lucía walk there alone.
His boys all lived spread out through the same neighborhood as you did and when they weren’t out patrolling or participating in illegal activities, they were always sitting out on their lawns or porches, watching over the street and by doing so, also watching over you.
The walk that would have taken no longer than five minutes for anyone else took about fifteen for you.
Not only could you not walk very quickly with the extra weight you were carrying around and with Lucía’s short legs, but now that she had fully woken up, her usual overly social personality had come back to the surface, pretty much forcing her to stop and greet every neighbor who happened to be outside. And let’s not even talk about the many times she spotted an animal.
It was safe to say that it took a while for you to reach your destination and you were sure that if Oscar hadn’t known how his daughter functioned when she was out in the world, he would have come after you, worried out of his mind, a long time ago.
But he was very well aware of how she functioned. After all, he had gotten used to it before she was even born, her absentmindedness and tendency to get easily distracted being pretty much the only thing she had inherited from you.
Everything else about her; her looks, her temper, the energy that never seemed to run out and her charm, came from him. It was truly like looking at a mini Spooky.
Nearly an entire hour had passed before you were turning back onto your street, Lucía’s hand clasped in yours and your other hand holding two plastic bags full of groceries.
Rather than her thumb being in her mouth, she was now happily sucking away on a blue lollipop, her mouth sticky with a mixture of the sugary goodness and ketchup from the hot dog you had bought her for a late breakfast on your way home.
You had tried to wipe it away but she had pretty much refused to let you touch her, too eager to chase after a squirrel, so you let it go, deciding you would just give her a shower when returning home instead.
It was an as good time as ever as she was still dressed in yesterday’s clothes, having fallen asleep in them the night before and both you and Oscar having been too tired to even notice it.
While eating her lollipop, Lucía was looking around the street with a wide smile on her face, waving to every person she laid eyes on, while you were keeping your gaze forward.
You could see Oscar still working on the car in the driveway of your house in the distance, but now Ray was standing beside him, motioning to the car while Oscar kept his focus on the engine.
As you got closer, you could hear Ray laughing as he said something.
You could make out the exact words but whatever he said made Oscar snap because the next thing you knew, he slammed the hood shut and got up in Ray’s face, who was now looking down into the ground.
When seeing the all but peaceful behavior, you pulled at the back of Lucía´s shirt gently, urging her to stop.
“Hold on, baby. Let’s wait this out, yeah?” You smiled down at her, and although she hadn’t noticed her dad and Ray fighting yet and had no idea what you were talking about, she happily nodded and sat down on the sidewalk, patting the asphalt beside her in a way that made your heart melt in your chest.
She was so used to you having to take small breaks every so often by now that she never even questioned it anymore.
You couldn’t deny it felt nice for your feet to sit down for a moment, but your heart was still heavy in your chest as you listened to the conversation taking place in the distance while Lucía cluelessly played with your bracelets beside you, caught up in her own world.
“Let’s get something straight. You can come back here and pretend to be a father. But I know what’s up.” You listened intently as Oscar spoke to his dad, watching out of the corner of your eye as he raised a hand to motion to the house. “Cesar. He’s been through a lot of shit lately. So I’ll let him live under this delusion. For now. And let’s not even talk about my girls. If it were up to me you wouldn’t even be allowed to be in the same room as them, but (Y/N) wants to give you a chance because you’re their Abuelo, so you better not fuck this up.”
Oscar glared at Ray and took a step back, wiping his hands on the red rag as he walked around the car toward the fence.
“Does Cesar hate me?”
Oscar stopped at the sound of his dad’s question, looking back at him and scoffing. “He’s never even talked about you.” He answered with pure hatred, before turning back around and disappearing behind the red fence to the backyard.
Only then did you and Lucía stand up and keep walking, not wanting her to witness any conflict. Ray turned around at the sound of your footsteps, his eyes catching sight of you, and when his gaze flickered down to Lucía by your side, he hurried to drop the cigarette he was smoking and waved the smoke away with his hands.
No matter how bad he had treated Oscar and Cesar in the past, you could admit that it was decent of him to care for Oscar’s wishes about not smoking around her and actually seem to care about her wellbeing.
He started walking toward you to meet you halfway and wasted no time in reaching for the bags of groceries in your hand. ”Let me help you.”
“Thank you.” You thanked him, using your now free hand to support your belly as you walked up in front of the house.
Once entering, Lucía ran past the two of you toward the kitchen island where she climbed up on the barstool she had claimed as her own a long time ago, watching you as you followed.
Ray put the bag down on the island in front of her and her eyes were instantly on him.
“What’s your name?” Her small voice came before either of you could even think about saying anything else, followed by the sound of the hard lollipop hitting against her teeth.
A shocked expression took over Ray’s face for a moment, not having expected her to talk to him so soon. But you had warned him.
“Ray.” He answered after taking a moment to collect himself, watching the small girl with a fond expression.
Lucía stared right back at him with curious eyes, squinting them and tilting her head to the side slightly, just like Oscar would do.
You put a hand on top of her head as you passed her, smiling. “Él es tu Abuelo.” You told her and she instantly held her pinky out.
“Mucho gusto.”
Ray raised his eyebrows, glancing at you as if asking you what to do. You held up your own pinky behind her at that, silently showing him to hook his with hers, and he did just that, turning his attention back to her.
“Nice to meet you, too.” He said politely, watching as she then turned her attention to a magazine that was laying on the countertop. In turn, he moved his attention to you, pointing out. “You’re teaching her Spanish.”
You nodded, beginning to busy yourself with unpacking one of the bags. “Yeah. Or, well, Oscar is.” You chuckled. “Almost seven years together and I still don’t know much. I can understand it, though.”
“Better than nothing.” Ray praised you awkwardly and moved to unpack the second bag, to which you offered him a grateful smile.
“Do you like ice cream?” Lucía then spoke again, causing you both to turn back to her while continuing to unload the groceries onto the counter.
“I love ice cream.” Ray answered, causing her to smile.
“Me too.” She said happily, her body moving where she sat as she kicked her legs under the counter.
Ray nodded while you went around his back to start putting things into the fridge. “What’s your favourite flavor?” He asked, passing you objects over his shoulder in a fluid pace without breaking eye-contact with the smaller girl.
Her smile widened at the question and she took the lollipop out of her mouth in order to flash him a charming grin. “Chocolate chip cookie!” She exclaimed proudly and as you rounded Ray to keep taking things out of the bag, you noticed his eyebrows shooting up.
“Mine too.” He admitted and Lucía gasped.
“Twins!”
You bit the inside of your cheek to keep yourself from laughing out loud. Her bubbly personality in comparison to his pretty much opposite one was so comical to you for some reason. But Ray didn’t hold it in, chuckling at her as he continued to help you with the groceries.
Before any of you could spark up another conversation, the sound of the front door opening reached your ears. Expecting to see Oscar, you were surprised to instead see the younger Diaz brother walking inside, bag slung over his shoulder.
Your eyes instantly shot up, but he only greeted you with a smile, grinning even wider when his eyes caught sight of Ray standing beside you.
“What are you doing home already?” You wasted no time in asking, crunching the now empty bag together into a ball with your hands.
Cesar dropped his bag on the counter once he reached you and leaned in to kiss your cheek like he always did when greeting you.
“Our teacher got sick last minute and they couldn’t find a sub.” He informed you and you hummed, watching as he turned to Lucía.
“Hug, tío.” She held her arms out and he bent down to give her a hug without protest, attacking her cheek with kisses.
She giggled, holding on to him tighter, and you instantly moved in to pull them apart when seeing her lollipop dangerously close to his hair. “Watch your uncle’s hair, Lucía.” You told her as you carefully moved her hand away.
Cesar pulled a hand over the back of his head to check for any stickiness as he stood back up to his full height but didn’t seem very bothered as he locked his pinky with hers, grinning widely at her before turning to Ray.
He suddenly turned shy, shifting on his feet. “Are you free right now? I was thinking we could go over to Dwayne’s Joint and grab some lunch. My friend’s dad is the owner and I work there sometimes so I eat for free. The food there is amazing.”
Ray glanced at you, almost as if to ask permission, and when you gave him an encouraging nod and smile, he turned to his youngest and smiled awkwardly. “Sure, I could eat.” He agreed and Cesar instantly lit up.
“Great. Let’s go.”
“Have fun.” You told them as Ray began rounding you.
Cesar reached over and gave you a quick side-hug, followed by an even quicker kiss to the cheek, obviously excited beyond words to finally get to spend some time with his dad. “I’ll be home to help with dinner later.” He promised.
You only smiled, accepting the brief affection with a smile on your face. “Don’t worry about it, it’s still early. You’ve got time.”
The teenage boy flashed you a final grin, showing off his pearly whites, before the two of them bid you and Lucía goodbye and left, leaving you and your daughter alone.
Looking to her, you noticed she had now finished the lollipop, the stick laying on the magazine beside her, and that she was now looking up at you with big, questioning eyes.
“Can I go draw?” She asked, and you smiled, nodding.
“Of course.” You replied, picking the lollipop stick up from the magazine and heading over to the trash bin. You could hear her getting down from the chair behind you and you turned around, pointing a finger at her. “But go wash your mouth first.”
She only looked at you, giggling before running away. You stood still, listening intently until you heard the tap turn on in the bathroom, only then moving again.
“You best friends with my dad now?”
You jumped at the sound of the sudden voice speaking up from behind you, one hand going for your heart and the other going directly to your stomach. Turning around, you found Oscar now leaning against the edge of the kitchen island. You hadn’t even heard him come inside.
“Shit, Oscar.” You swore, leaning back against the sink as you attempted to calm your beating heart, glaring at him. “You know you can’t scare me like that.”
He nodded slowly, uncrossing his arms from over his chest and pushing himself off the island, approaching you. “Sorry.” He apologized lowly, placing a hand on your stomach. “¿Estás bien?”
You released a breath through your nose, looking up at him. “Yeah, but you near gave me a heart attack.” You told him, eyes pointed. “You know the doctor said scaring me isn’t good for the baby.”
Taking you into his arms, he nuzzled his face into your neck, pressing his lips against the skin in the crook where your neck met your shoulders. “I didn’t mean to.” He mumbled, voice coming out muffled as he placed another kiss on the spot.
“I know you didn’t.” You hummed, wrapping your arms around his neck and dragging your fingers over the back of his head. “It’s fine.”
He pressed a third kiss to your skin before bringing his head back up, looking at you with absolutely no emotion on his face. “I don’t want you being around him. I don’t want Lucía around him.” He stated flatly, and you knew exactly who he was talking about.
“He’s her grandfather.” You defended, your voice becoming hushed so that she wouldn’t hear you talking and a glare settling over your face.
He met your glare with one of his own. “I don’t want her to get attached.” He did nothing to hide the loathing behind his words, but despite being angry he kept rubbing soothing circles on your waist and stomach.
“You’re not the only one who gets to make decisions regarding our daughter. I’m her parent, too.” You pointed out. “I’m not his biggest fan either and you know it, but I’m not going to alienate her from him like he’s got the plague. We’re all going to be living under the same room and for her sake we have to make the best of the situation.”
Oscar’s eyes closed with annoyance and he breathed out harshly through his nose, his hands stilling their previous movements at your sides. He leaned his forehead against yours and pressed a long, hard kiss to your lips, before turning around without another word and heading for the bathroom.
He clearly didn’t agree with anything you had just said but he still knew your relationship was more important than being petty and never left you on a bad note, which was one of the many, many reasons that you loved him as much as you did.
You were left alone in the kitchen when he disappeared, but not even a minute later you could hear his voice yell out through the entire house.
“SHIT!”
Your pregnancy hormones had completely control over your body and worry instantly filled your body, causing you to imagine the worst and forcing your feet to carry you across the room toward the bathroom as quickly as they could.
“What’s wrong? What happened?” You yelled out as you waddled through the hallway, appearing in the bathroom doorway only a few seconds later.
You instantly allowed yourself to let go of the breath you hadn’t known that you were holding when seeing that Oscar wasn’t hurt, laughter quickly bubbling up in your throat and escaping your lips in soft chuckles.
Oscar turned to look at you with a glare. “You think this shit is funny?” He asked, hurrying to turn off the tap that was running on full capacity.
Bringing a hand to your mouth in a failed attempt to hide your laughter, you shook your head, taking in the way his feet were now soaked in the water that had collected on the floor.
In the sink laid a white towel, having prevented the water from going down the drain and given the water no other choice but to spill over the edges.
You struggled to hold back the snickers at the sight of him walking around in the water, his socks hanging off at his toes with the added weight.
With the laughter still caught in your throat, you turned your head out to the hallway, yelling out. “Lucía! What have we told you about leaving the towel in the sink?”
“And turning off the fucking tap!” Oscar joined in, his voice shaking the walls.
You stepped over the threshold and walked into the bathroom, happy you weren’t wearing socks and slapped his chest while giving him a pointed glare. “Don’t curse at her.” You scolded, and he simply met your glare with one of his own as Lucía’s voice came from down the hall.
“Sorry!”
The sound of her voice instantly made Oscar’s glare fall, but he still pulled an annoyed and tired hand over his face, reaching out to grab a dry towel from a shelf.
“I’ll help you.” You wasted no time in trying to round him to get to the shelf, but he caught you by your upper arms, stopping you and letting out a sigh.
“No, I got it.” He insisted. “It’s not even noon and you’ve already moved around more than you did all day yesterday. You shouldn’t put too much pressure on yourself, mami.”
He was in a bad mood and had every right to considering the circumstances. Not only had his dad just returned, pretending as if he hadn’t been gone for twelve entire years but now he had to clean up after his irresponsible daughter, too.
You raised your hand to his face, pressing it against the line of his jaw and turning his head toward yours. Without saying anything, you pressed your lips to his, feeling him let out another breath through his nose, his body slowly but surely relaxing under your touch.
Breaking apart, you kept your hand on his cheek, searching his eyes.
“I love you.” You told him sincerely, watching as his eyes closed and feeling his hands come to rest on your waist, the situation at hand and the mess around you momentarily forgotten as you held each other.
“I love you too, mamas.” He replied, leaning down to steal another kiss before pulling apart with a sigh, looking around at the mess he would be left with.
You caressed the corner of his lip as he looked around, bringing your other hand up to touch the cross hanging around his neck. “Can you give Lucía a bath once you’re done?” You asked and he nodded.
“Yeah.” He turned to look at you again. “Did she eat?”
You hummed in response to his question, confirming it. “She ate a hot dog on the way home from the store, hence the need for a shower.” You chuckled, looking around. “I doubt she actually got any of the ketchup off her face. Mostly looks like she made a mess in here.”
“A mess?” He raised an unimpressed eyebrow, letting go of your waist and taking a step back, the water splashing around his feet. “We have an indoor pool.”
“Yeaaah…” You drawled, laughter once again bubbling up in your throat. Your eyes flickered to the floor for a second before going back up to meet Oscar’s, your hand laying a light slap to his cheek. “Have fun cleaning this up, baby.”
You leaned in and placed a last kiss to his lips before turning around and heading back out toward the doorway, making sure to wipe your feet off on the threshold sill before stepping over it into the dry hallway.
“Puta…” You could hear Oscar muttering under his breath as you walked away and you grinned, yelling back over your shoulder.
“I heard that!”
“Good.” His voice came again, this time a lot closer to you, and before you had time to register what was happening, a sharp slap was delivered to your ass.
You squealed, almost jumping out of your own skin in surprise. “Oscar!” You scolded him, turning around to see him standing in the doorway with the towel twisted in his hand. How he had gotten there so fast without you hearing him stepping over the water you didn’t know, but you couldn’t keep the smile off your face.
He leaned his head out into the hallway and stole another kiss, giving you a smug smirk. “Go lay down, mami. I’ll deal with this shit.” He told you before closing himself into the bathroom, and you didn’t have to be told twice.
You shook your head, chuckling to yourself and rubbing your stinging butt while waddling back into the living room and heading directly for the couch.
Laying down, you let out a breath of relief as your back was stretched out and the pain slowly but surely started disappearing.
You grabbed a pillow and placed it over your face to block out the sunlight for the sake of your growing headache and just laid there, listening to your surroundings.
Outside the window right above you, you could hear doors of houses and cars opening and slamming shut. You could hear voices of kids yelling somewhere down the street and the wind that had been blowing through the window earlier that morning was still going strong judging by the sound of ruffling leaves.
A few minutes later of just lying there in silence, you could hear Oscar walking out of the bathroom and into Lucía’s room, talking to her in Spanish.
Another minute or two later, the sound of the bath filling and the bathroom door closing cut through the otherwise silent house and with a sigh, you decided that you were done resting.
No matter how nice it felt in your back to lay down, you hated doing nothing and didn’t want to waste any more time just lying around when there were plenty of things to be done around the house that you knew no one else would deal with.
So you stood up and wordlessly started moving around again, going around the house on a hunt for dirty dishes and bringing them with you to the kitchen where you dumped them in the sink for later.
You then began picking clothes and garbage off the floor, throwing the clothes in a hamper and the trash in a bag.
Going through the hallway with the hamper in one hand and the trash bag in the other, you checked through every room and cleaned up where it was needed.
Cesar’s room was the one at the end of the hallway and you braced yourself, also knowing that it was always the messiest.
You weren’t one to complain about what state in which he left his room; he had his space and you had yours, and as long as the door remained closed to that you didn’t have to look at his mess, you didn’t care.
But on the rare occasion, like now, where you had nothing better to do, you would head in and clean it as well as you possibly could without violating his privacy and going through his private things.
You had learned the hard way that he got extremely defensive about his things and his privacy so after that first time, you hadn’t made the mistake of snooping again, even though it had been by accident that you had found an open condom wrapper on his desk.
That was the first and only time he had ever yelled at you, something Oscar had given him shit for later, but you didn’t really take offense to it; you were only glad that you hadn’t found the condom.
While picking up dirty clothes and candy wrappers from Cesar’s floor, putting them in their respective bags, you looked around, taking in your surroundings.
The walls that had been white up until a few months ago were now spray-painted in blue and pink graffiti and on the wall right next to the doorway, a pinboard hung, holding drawings and a few pictures of Cesar with you, Oscar, Lucía and his friends, the one of him with Lucía being one of your favourite pictures.
Cesar’s arms were wrapped around her from behind, both of them smiling so widely it almost made your cheeks hurt by looking at. Lucía was holding an ice cream cone, her entire face covered in the treat, and she was wearing a yellow hat that had slid down over her eyes, hiding them from the camera.
You had taken it on one of the many days you had spent with them on the beach. It would have been perfect if Oscar had been there, but he had still been locked up at the time.
You smiled as you thought back to that day, remembering their laughter and how they had chased each other at the seashore, Lucía having been absolutely ecstatic when feeling the water at her feet.
With one last look at the photograph, you evened it out so that it wasn’t crooked before continuing to clean up on the floor.
Once all of the trash was in the bag and all of the dirty clothes were in the hamper, you folded the clothes you knew were clean and put them into his drawer, then moving on to make his bed and tidy his desk up a bit.
The carpet needed to be vacuumed and the surfaces in his room were in a pretty desperate need of a dusting and scrub, but you decided to put a pin in it, knowing it wouldn’t be very long until he got back home and probably wouldn’t want you in his room when he did.
Closing the door behind you when you left, you headed for the closed bathroom door and put the trash bag on the floor to be able to open the door, still holding on to the now full hamper at your side.
As the door slid open, you were immediately graced by the sight of Oscar’s naked back where he was crouched down by the side of the bathtub, his arms holding his body upright on the edge.
The tiles on the floor were now dry and the washing machine was spinning like crazy, Oscar appearing to have started a load with the towels he had used to clean up Lucía’s mess, which instantly made a smile rise to your lips.
You approached him from the back, Lucía becoming visible over his shoulder as you got closer. She was playing with a blue rubber duck, making quacking noises and repeatedly moving the duck toward Oscar in an attempt to make him join in on the quacking.
He obviously didn’t and it was appearing to make her grow agitated, her quacking becoming more aggressive by every second passing.
You chuckled to yourself and decided to have some fun as Oscar had yet to notice your presence, the sound of your entrance being swallowed by the loud noise coming from the shaking washing machine.
You closed in on him sneakily, putting the hamper down to the side before slowly leaning down to his head.
You stayed there for a moment, just looking from over his shoulder as he rippled his hand through the water to create waves for Lucía’s duck, before blowing on his ear and whispering a quiet; “Quack.”
“Mierda!” He jumped to his feet instantly and you had to hurry to back away in order to not be smacked right across the face, laughter instantly spilling out from your lips.
Lucía, now having spotted you, wasted no time in joining in on the laughter even though she most likely didn’t even know what was so funny, while Oscar glared at you.
“¿Qué te pasa?” He asked, furious. “I could have hit you.” He motioned for your stomach, but you only laughed, not being able to take the situation seriously.
“For someone who’s been on the run from the law for most of his life, you’re not very attentive.” You pointed out and he pinched the bridge of his nose, taking a deep breath before taking one step forward and tugging you by your arm into his chest.
You rested your head on his chest, wrapping your arms around his torso. Above you, his eyes spotted the hamper filled to the top with dirty laundry.
At the sight of it, he moved his head away from on top of yours and raised an eyebrow at you. “I thought I told you to rest.” He said and you sheepishly smiled. “You never listen, do you?”
“Mommy never listens.” Lucía joined in from the bathtub, causing the two of you to turn around and look at her.
Oscar threw his head back as he laughed while you only narrowed your eyes at your daughter. “Are you ganging up on me now?” You questioned, and in response, she narrowed her eyes to imitate you, only causing Oscar to grow even smugger.
He reached his hand out toward her, pinky out, and Lucía moved to the edge of the tub, hooking her pinky with his.
You tutted at the sight playfully. “Like father, like daughter.” You teased, and walked back out of the bathroom, leaving them alone to their quality bath time again.
You grabbed the bag with trash from the floor outside and closed the door to the bathroom, heading over to the kitchen where you dumped the bag of trash in the bin before moving on to clean off the coffee table and make up the sofa with pillows and blankets for Ray to sleep with.
Just as you got done, Lucía and Oscar emerged from the bathroom, a cloud of steam flowing out behind them after the shower Oscar appeared to have taken by the look of his fresh clothes.
He was now wearing a black and grey checkered plaid and a pair of grey sweats that weren’t soaked in water at the ends and Lucía was dressed in her Winnie The Pooh bathrobe, the hood with ears on top pulled over her wet curls.
She wasted no time in getting up on a chair at the kitchen table, short legs starting to kick as soon as she had sat down.
While she got situated over there, Oscar walked over to the fridge by the couch where he kept the alcohol, bending down and opening the door. Before he got the chance to grab what he came for, however, Lucía called out from her spot.
“Bring me my crayons.”
It wasn’t particularly directed at him, but Oscar still closed the fridge again and stood back up to his full height, not saying a word as he left to her room to bid to her command.
While he did so, you grabbed the bottle-opener from the kitchen island and waddled over to the fridge, grabbing a cold bottle of Corona just as Oscar returned with Lucía’s crayons and coloring books.
When hearing him return, she stood up on her chair and Oscar put the things down in front of her before taking her in his arms and sitting down on the chair with her in his lap.
She wasted no time in digging into her crayons and you walked over to them, opening the bottle of beer on the way there.
At the sound of the cap releasing from the throat of the bottle, Oscar looked up, and reached out and grabbed it from your hands the second you got close enough, raising it to his lips and taking a sip immediately.
Once he brought it back down from his lips, you bent down and wrapped your arms around his shoulders from behind, pressing your lips to the tattoo on his neck.
“Gracias.” He thanked you for the beer, turning his head to the side to capture your lips with his in a kiss.
You weren’t sure when the time went from noon to afternoon, but soon enough, the sun was setting outside and Ray and Cesar were walking through the front door, talking loudly and laughing between themselves.
Oscar was still sitting with Lucía at the table, sipping on his beer slowly and watching over her as she colored in her books.
You had started on the cooking only a few minutes ago, standing over by the kitchen island chopping onions for the guacamole you were making, and you could almost feel the entire atmosphere turning hostile when ray stepped in through the door, Oscar’s anger radiating off of him and reaching you all the way where you stood in the kitchen.
But he ignored him, keeping his eyes on Lucía’s drawing and taking a large gulp of his beer while Cesar walked over to them and pinched Lucía’s cheek, causing her to let out a gleeful laugh.
The sound brought a smile to everyone’s lips, even Oscar’s, who raised his head to greet his brother with a fist-bump.
Cesar then walked right past you where you stood and headed for his room, while Ray cautiously sat down across from Oscar and Lucía at the table.
“Pink, please.” Lucía spoke without looking up from her drawing, and Oscar did what he had been doing for the past hour and a half and handed her the crayon of her wishes, taking another gulp of his beer and completely ignoring Ray’s gaze.
She dragged the pink crayon over her drawing a few times before holding it up. “Blue, please.” She repeated herself, this time asking for another color, and Oscar wordlessly took the pink crayon and exchanged it for a blue, watching as she colored away in her book.
You tried to give father and son some privacy by busying yourself with chopping the onions, but since you were so close to them, you couldn’t miss the way Ray was desperately trying to search out his oldest son’s eye, and failing miserably.
“You’re good with her.” He finally spoke up, nodding his head and motioning with his hand carefully.
“Mm.” Oscar’s eyes didn’t leave the drawing, his lips pulled into a tight line as he simply hummed in response.
“Are you hoping for the baby to be a boy or a girl?” Ray tried again, and you watched out of the corner of your eye as Oscar brought the bottle of beer to his lips and down the rest of its content before slamming it down on the table, raising his hand at you over his shoulder, almost as if he knew that you were watching them.
“Girl.” He answered while you wiped your hands on the kitchen towel and rounded the kitchen island, heading for the fridge where you grabbed two beers this time.
You brought them over to the table they were sitting at and grabbed the opener where you had left it when bringing Oscar his first bottle, opening the two bottles and taking the sharp caps into your hand so that Lucía wouldn’t get to them.
“Why not a boy?” Ray questioned, glancing up at you briefly as you handed him one of the beers, nodding his head. “Thank you.”
You offered him a gentle smile before turning to Oscar, taking the empty bottle from beside him and handing him the new one.
He didn’t look up at you, but when you put a hand on his shoulder in passing, he put his hand on top of yours, squeezing it in thanks before you walked back to the kitchen.
Ray knew the answer to his question, of course, already having gotten it from you earlier that day. He just wanted to hear what he would answer himself, but he should have expected Oscar not to be willing to give much away.
“Less problems.” He answered flatly and this time, Ray didn’t question him any further, only nodding and leaning back in his seat, joining him in drinking while watching Lucía draw.
The house turned silent again, but Cesar chose the right time to come back right then, returning with a plastic bag in his hand.
You hadn’t seen it when he had first arrived, so you guessed he had carried it in his bag that he had now left in his room.
He held the bag up with a smile on his face, looking around at all of you. “We went by the store and got some ice cream on the way home.” He told you, and Lucía instantly perked up, turning in Oscar’s lap to look at Cesar.
Oscar turned too, narrowing his eyes. “Where’d you get money from?” He asked, and Cesar only shrugged.
“Dad paid.” He replied simply, walking over to the freezer where he brought the tub of ice cream out of the bag and put it inside.
You watched from your spot as Ray smiled at Lucía. “Chocolate chip cookie.” He told her, and she instantly squealed in excitement, turning to Oscar.
‘’Chocolate chip cookie!” She repeated happily, and he hummed.
“I heard.”
You glared at him from where you stood on the other side of the room and almost as if feeling your glare burning into the side of his head, he turned to glare right back at you.
You gave him a pointed look, silently scolding him for not being excited for your daughter’s sake, and when he turned his head back around, bringing his beer up to his lips again, you looked at Lucía who had now gone back to drawing.
“What do we say, Lucí?” You asked, and she looked up from her drawing to beam at Ray.
“Gracias!” She exclaimed, and Ray smiled, although it didn’t go unnoticed by you the way his eyes kept flickering to Oscar’s, his smile faltering ever so lightly when they did.
The subject was dropped after that. Oscar didn’t say another word but Lucía was as happy as ever that her Abuelo brought ice cream home for her.
While the two oldest Diaz men watched her draw, Cesar joined you in the kitchen, finally greeting you after having passed by you earlier.
He murmured a quick ‘hey’, leaning down to kiss your cheek in greeting before standing beside you, watching you chop the last of the onion.
“Did you clean my room?” He asked and you glanced at him with a soft smile, nodding your head.
“Yeah.” You answered, turning your attention back to the sharp knife in your hand. “But I didn’t snoop, I promise.”
He chuckled beside you. “It’s alright. Thank you.” He let out a breath and you glanced at him again to see his smile widening, his hands now moving to roll up his sleeves. “Can I help?”
You smiled, nodding your head. “Sure. You can start dicing the tomatoes. I’m just finishing up with the onions so I’m going to start on the avocados.”
He nodded his head and wasted no time in reaching for another knife, starting on the tomatoes beside you while you, as you had told him you would, put the onions in a bowl and started on the avocados.
You chatted between yourselves and after a few minutes, Ray joined you in the kitchen with a sullen look on his face, probably having come to terms with the fact that he wasn’t welcome where he had just come from.
An hour later, you were all sitting around the table, the coloring books and crayons now put aside and the table full of food.
The only sound that could be heard was silverware scraping over the plates and the occasional silly remark from Lucía about the food. The tension hanging in the air was so thick it could have been cut with a butter knife and made it near impossible for you to enjoy your dinner no matter how good the food was.
Oscar was the tensest out of all of you, not having looked up from his plate since you served it to him.
You were holding his hand under the table, rubbing your thumb soothingly over his knuckles that seemed to be constantly bruised, doing your best to at least take some of his anger away.
But it wasn’t doing much and Cesar seemed to have noticed as well, the two of you exchanging an uncomfortable glance before he plastered on a smile and finally broke the awkward silence.
“So… dad got a job at Dwayne’s Joint today.”
“Really? That’s great news!” You hurried to join in on Cesar’s brave attempt, maybe being a little too quick judging by the way Oscar’s head whipped up to glare at you.
He slammed his fist into the table angrily, turning to glare at his younger brother. “You got him a job?” He spat, the hurt and betrayal evident in his voice as he shook his head. “Big mistake.”
Ray cleared his throat from where he sat, putting his fork down and resting his clutched hands on the table.
“You’ve got a good thing going here, Oscar. You’ve got a kind mujer and a good kid, and another on the way.” He spoke, and you smiled. “I’m not here to mess that up for you. I’m done stirring shit up in your life. I’ll move out as soon as I have enough money, I just need some more time.”
“Pendejada.” Oscar quickly swore, turning his glare to his dad. “Do you really think you’re fooling me? You’re not planning to stay. You never do. You’re gonna leave and you’re gonna crush Cesar and Lucía just like you crushed me.”
Your heart broke at his words and the feeling of his hand getting clammy in yours, and you hurt even more when seeing the tears beginning to well up in his eyes.
He stood up from his chair, pulling his hand out of yours in the process and you attempted to reach for it again. “Oscar-“
“Cállate!” He yelled, whipping around to glare at you. The unexpected volume of his voice caused you all to jump and Lucía instantly started crying out of the scare.
Oscar’s face fell the second her cries reached his ears, guilt visibly filling his body. But you just glared, stood up from your seat and picked her up, holding the back of her head as she buried her face into your neck, carrying her out of the kitchen without another word.
You could feel Oscar’s presence not far behind you and you knew he was following you. Once you reached your bedroom door, you opened it up and put Lucía down on her feet, giving her a light push toward the bed.
“Go lay down, baby.” You told her. “Mommy will be right back.” She did as told, climbing up on the mattress, and you backed back out, closing the door and turning around only to become face to face with Oscar.
His face was regretful to a start, but it turned hard when he saw your glare.
“What the hell is your problem?” You whisper-yelled, not wanting Lucía nor Cesar to hear you fight. “You never raise your voice around her!”
“You don’t get it.” He tried, speaking through gritted teeth and pulling a frustrated hand over his face in an attempt to not lose his cool again.
You only glared back, crossing your arms over your chest. “It doesn’t matter whether or not I get it.” You spat back, shaking your head.
“If you want to be angry when you’re by yourself, that’s fine, but we made an agreement when you came home that the anger stays outside the house. Your pent up anger isn’t just affecting you right now. It's affecting us. Me. Our children." You put a hand on your belly, giving him a pointed glare. “It needs to go. The anger needs to go.”
“Do you think it’s that easy?” He fired back, glowering down at you. “You think I should forgive him, is that it? You stand here defending him but you don’t know him. Not like I do. Not even close.”
“I’m saying you deserve it.” You whisper-yelled, uncrossing your arms and prodding a finger into his chest harshly.
You glared at him, letting your and drop back to your side and took a deep breath to calm yourself before continuing.
“You’re right.” You agreed, voice now quieter and your head shaking. “I don’t know him. I don’t even know whether or not he’s sorry for his actions, for leaving you behind like you were nothing to him. But either way you need to let that shit go. Not for him, not because he might apologize or acknowledge the pain he’s caused you but for you. Holding onto anger will only hurt you, make you do things you regret. Don’t make the same mistake he did, don’t hold on to the hurt, don’t go down that same road. You’ll end up right in his shoes in a few years if you do.”
A dark look crossed over his face, unlike anything you had ever seen before. Suddenly, you were backed into the wall behind you, his chest pressing against yours and his hand coming up to press against the wall beside your head as he glared, only millimeters away from your face. “Are you saying that I would leave my kids?”
You swallowed, your heart beating violently behind your chest at the new kind of proximity. Had you been in any other situation, you would have without a doubt gotten aroused by this side of him, but sadly, that was not the case.
“Of course I’m not.” You whispered, pressing the back of your head against the wall behind you, carefully reaching out and taking ahold of his other hand as a frown spread across your face. “I’m saying that if you don’t let that shit go, you’ll continue to be driven by hatred and anger and even if that won’t actively make you a bad father, it will come in the way of you being the best version of yourself, the version I know that you can be if only you let yourself.”
He listened to you intently, his eyes shutting tightly with anger and his nostrils flaring with anger.
But you continued, bringing his hand and placing it atop your belly, pressing your forehead against his. "I know you don’t want him around but if he wants to be there for them, I’m not going to rob them of that."
His head shook against yours and his hand balled into a fist at the side of your head. "He’s just gonna leave them like he left us. Like he left me."
"If so, we’ll take that if the time comes.” You continued trying to reason with him softly, but that had not been the right thing to say.
His eyes opened and in one hasty movement, he had removed his hand from your stomach and pushed himself away from you. "When that time comes, I’m not having that conversation with them. You are." He spat and you followed his example and pushed yourself away from the wall.
“Yeah. I’ll accept that.” You glared, swallowing. “But right now he’s making Lucía and Cesar happy and that’s all I care about.”
“What about my happiness, huh?” He questioned. “Doesn’t that mean shit to you anymore?”
“You’re not unhappy because he’s here.” You stated. “You’re unhappy because you’re holding on to the anger. You owe it to yourself and your family to let it go and move on. Not to him. You and us.”
“It’s not that simple.” He shook his head and you frowned.
“I know it’s not but it all begins and ends in your mind. What you give power to, has power over you. If you allow it.” You paused, looking around the hallway and letting out a deep breath. “I know you’re hurt but-“
“You don’t know anything about hurt!” He whisper-yelled at you, whipping around to face you again after having turned around.
Your heart fell in your chest and your jaw tensed as you met his eyes through the darkness. “Are you forgetting that I was left behind, too?” You whispered and only watched as he shook his head and turned away from you again.
“It’s not the same thing.”
This brought a surge of anger through your body, an anger you hadn’t felt in a very long time.
“No.” You scoffed. “Living your entire life in the middle of the system, being thrown between foster-people, all of whom were either toxic or abusive except one who died, like a fucking ragdoll with no human rights, is so much better.”
Your mind wandered back to Stanley who had taken you in when you were fifteen.
His wife had just passed away and as they had been living with infertility their entire lives, he didn’t have anyone left to keep him company. So in honor of his late wife’s memory, he decided to make one final difference in life and help a child in need.
Just like the system was portrayed in the movie ‘Instant Family’, no one ever wanted to adopt a teenager if it weren’t for the checks they got in the process, so you weren’t expecting anything. But much to yours and the social workers’ surprise, he took a liking to you.
Unfortunately, he passed on only six months later and as you were still a minor, you went right back into the system.
When you were seventeen you finally had enough of being mentally and physically abused by your foster parents all so that they would be able to get money from the state and left the center you were placed at.
You kept moving between your friends, living in their basements and attics one week at a time for almost six months until you met Oscar and slowly but surely started staying with him and Cesar.
You shook yourself free from the painful memories, forcing yourself to return to reality and noticing your eyes were now stinging with tears. But you weren’t discouraged, determined to let him hear what you had to say.
“I’ve been alone all my life. No family. Ever.” You sniffled, still glaring at him through your progressively blurring vision. “You’ve at least had Cesar and the Santos, somewhere to belong, which is more than I can say about myself. I’ve had no one but myself to count on and I finally have a family that loves me. I’m not going to lose that all because you can’t let go of the past. I hate him for leaving you, for hurting you, but he’s here now and there’s nothing neither of us can do about it but make the best of the situation for Cesar and Lucía’s sake.”
Hie eyes were burning holes into the floor and his body was tense and halfway twisted away from you, but you could still see from the side of his face that his gaze was concentrated.
No words left his mouth once you finished your little rant and for a moment, you thought that maybe you had managed to get your point across and gotten through to him, but then he wordlessly turned his back to you and began walking in the other direction.
Your heart instantly dropped in your chest and you called out for him. “Where are you going?”
“Out.” He answered coldly, not turning around and not stopping.
You rushed after him as fast as your feet could carry you and grabbed the back of his shirt, tugging him to a stop. “No, not like this, you’re not.” You protested. “We don’t leave each other upset. You know that.”
He reached around to his back and grabbed your hand, softly but firmly pulling it away from his shirt and turning around to look down at you. The glare that had previously been etched onto his face was gone now, but for some reason you found this new, emotionless expression worse.
“You’re standing here, defending him and taking his side over mine.” He spoke calmly, shaking his head. “I don’t have to stand here and listen to this shit. I’m not going to.”
“It’s not like that and you know it.” You tried sadly, attempting to intertwine your fingers with his with the hand that was still holding on to your wrist.
But he twisted his hand out of the way. “Lo que. I’m out.” He told you, dropping your wrist and turning back around. “Don’t wait up.”
He began walking away again and this time, you didn’t follow. “If you leave, you’re not sleeping here tonight.” You spoke after him, raising your voice slightly.
But he didn’t react, or at least he didn’t show it if he did. He just kept walking away from you, heading past the kitchen and straight for the front door, disappearing from your line of sight when he stepped outside.
The sound of the front door slamming shut behind him reached your ears a second later and caused you to flinch where you stood. The house was suddenly eerily quiet, the only sound being heard being the soft sobs coming from your bedroom.
Ray and Cesar were still sitting at the kitchen table and now that you had stepped out of the hallway to your room, you were on full display for them. But you didn’t say anything to them despite feeling their awkward but worried gazes at you.
Instead, you wordlessly turned around and headed back to your bedroom while sniffling against the back of your hand.
The second you were locked inside your bedroom, the tears started falling, and when seeing you cry, Lucía only cried harder.
You didn’t waste another second before heading over to the bed and getting in next to her, taking her in your lap as much as you could with your belly coming in the way. You stroked her hair, getting lost in thought.
You hated being as empathic as you were. In any other situation, you saw the personality trait as a blessing, but now… now it felt more like a curse.
Your heart bled for Oscar. You had experienced his hurt first-hand when your parents left you when you were little, along with every time the relatively nice foster parents had decided you weren’t the child they wanted and returned you to the foster care center.
You wanted to hate Ray for what he had done, for the hurt he had caused the man you loved, but no matter how much you tried, you just couldn’t, because you could see it so clearly in his face that he was trying to be better.
You sympathized with him, despite the fact that he was supposed to be- no, despite the fact that he was the bad guy in this scenario, and you hated it.
You hated that you couldn’t just snap your fingers and make it all alright, make everyone happy. Ray had only been back for a day and the hopelessness was already so overwhelming you could barely bear it.
Oscar drove to the beach that night. He sat there thinking about everything for hours, even when the final warmth had left the air and the harsh evening air started pulling at his clothes.
He had started off by thinking about his dad, about everything that had happened when he was young, but as soon as his anger melted off, Ray’s face was replaced by yours, and suddenly you were the only thing he could think about.
Not that it was a rare occurrence. Even though you had been together for so long, it happened far more often than he would like to admit.
You had always been there taking care of him and his mano in the midst of the gang wars, never losing your positivity despite the hardships you had endured throughout your life, and that’s what made him fall for you.
You were always smiling, always telling and showing people you believed in them, that their hopes and dreams were valid and reachable.
And there was your unwavering loyalty. He thought back to when you had only known each other for a year, how he had expected you to run the other way with your unborn baby when he got locked up. But you stayed, no matter how hard shit got for you on the outside.
You were twenty-three now and no matter how hard things got, you still stuck to his side through thick and thin, through things that would have had any other person fleeing for their lives a long time ago.
You had done nothing but stay positive about the little that you had through the sorrow of what could have been, and he knew he owed it to you now to do the same. Only, of course, he realized this far too late, like he always did.
By the time you heard the front door open and slam shut again, the clock on your bedside table were showing 2:42am and Lucía was sound asleep with her head in your lap.
You were stroking her long, black locks as you had for the past five hours; a trait she inherited from Oscar along with pretty much everything else.
She hadn’t gotten much from you, in truth, but you didn’t mind it. After all, Oscar was the love of your life, despite all the shit you had been through together.
Your cheeks were stiff and itchy with dried tears and you watched the clock turn from 2:42 to 2:43 just as the first knock was delivered to your bedroom door, followed by three more.
You heard a thud, most likely from his forehead hitting the door, and then came his voice, muffled through the thick piece of wood.
“Mi amor. Lo siento. Open the door, por favor.”
You carefully put Lucía’s head down on the pillow, grabbing more pillows and stuffing them under the mattress to stop her from falling down and tucked her in with a blanket before shuffling over to the door.
You twisted the lock and opened it, instantly coming face to face with a regretful Oscar. He tried to look inside and move past you, but you shoved him back, quietly closing the door behind you.
“She’s sleeping.” You whispered tiredly, your voice groggy.
“Tengo que verla.” He pleaded, but you shook your head, crossing your arms over your chest in an attempt to bring some warmth to your body to make up for the lack of body heat you had previously been receiving from your daughter.
“No, it took a long time to get her to fall asleep.” You protested again. “You’re not waking her up.”
You turned your gaze to the ground, leaning your back against the door and shivering slightly. You were tired, still shaken up and not really sure how to handle the situation seeing as you had never fought like this before.
Oscar, being able to read you like an open book, sensed your unsureness immediately and also took note of the fact that you were cold, carefully reaching his hands out to your upper arms.
Slowly, he pulled you toward him, testing the waters, and when he knew you wouldn’t blow up on him, he pulled you into his chest, wrapping his arms around you
Your eyes instantly fell shut at the feeling, a shock of warmth going through your body and your senses being invaded with his perfume and the smell of fresh air still lingering on his clothes.
“I shouldn’t have lost my temper around her.” He mumbled, leaning his chin on the top of your head.
You hummed tiredly, wrapping your arms around his torso and taking a step closer to him. “That’s right, you shouldn’t. But you can apologize to her in the morning. Not to me.” You replied, pressing your cheek into his chest. “I’m sorry if I made it seem like I was picking his side over yours. That’s not what I was trying to do at all, I just-“
“I know, mami. You were right.” He interrupted, moving his arms from around you to take your face in his hand, bringing his face down to yours. “I’m gonna try better. I want you, Lucía and Cesar to be able to live good, without all this negative energy and shit.”
You could sense that he still didn’t fully agree with you despite claiming that you had been right, but he said nothing more about it, changing the subject and asking; “Can I sleep with you? He’s got the couch, which you already know since you made it up for him.”
A sigh of annoyance left your nose at his moody remark, but you nodded, grabbing his hands. “Come on.”
You opened the door to your bedroom again and led him inside. His eyes instantly found Lucía’s form where she was snoring lightly in the bed, her face illuminated by the bright red light cast from the alarm clock beside the bed.
His eyes didn’t leave her once while he got out of his clothes and into bed and you followed his lead, getting in on the other side of your daughter. No more words were shared between you as you got comfortable, your hands just reaching over Lucía to intertwine, sleep coming quickly for both of you.
The next morning, you were all gathered in the kitchen slash living room, all of you getting ready for your respective days.
The atmosphere was still very much tense but after Oscar’s promise to you the night before, it was a lot less hostile.
After making sure Lucía had breakfast, you had left her with Oscar and Ray to go wake up Cesar and then you had left to go get dressed in proper clothing, not wanting to waltz around in Oscar’s oversized shirt all day.
You were just now returning to the kitchen, finding a very tired Cesar sitting beside Lucía with a sandwich and a glass of orange juice on the table in front of him, slowly eating his breakfast while looking through an old Garfield comic with his niece.
On the other side of the table, Oscar was watching them silently while drinking coffee from his usual black coffee mug and Ray was minding his own business over by the couch, getting ready for his first day at work.
As you rounded the corner and entered their field of view, Oscar’s face instantly pulled into a smirk. You stopped beside him and his hand found its way to your ass in no time, pinching it cheekily.
“You’re looking fine today, mami.” He said, smirking.
You raised an eyebrow at him, unimpressed. “Really? Because I feel like a whale on the verge of bursting.” You replied crankily, only causing him to laugh and pull you down onto his lap.
“No, stop, Oscar. I’m heavy.” You protested, immediately trying to stand up again and free him from your weight.
But his arms were wrapped securely around you, his hands already having found their way to your stomach where they were now rubbing soft circles over your shirt, his lips making contact with your arm from behind you. “No estás pesada para mi.”
“You look beautiful, (Y/N).” Cesar joined in, agreeing with his brother, and Lucía wasn’t far behind, speaking out through a mouthful of cereal.
“Yeah, mamá.”
You chuckled lightly, your face pulling into a wide smile at their words in combination with the feeling of Oscar continuously pressing kisses against your arm while rubbing your stomach.
“Thank you, my babies.” You replied, leaning out of Oscar’s grasp for the briefest of second to press a kiss each to their cheeks.
In response, their grins only widened, both of their mouths full of food and looking nearly identical with the way their eyes squinted when they smiled.
But Oscar wasn’t as impressed as you returned to his arms. “You giving out kisses to my mano but none for me? You’re gonna make me jealous.” He tutted behind you and you rolled your eyes.
Turning around, you were met with his smirk, the smug bastard you oh so loved already having been expecting you to turn around. Without saying another word, you brought your hands up to cradle his face and brought your lips down to his, his hands still rubbing your stomach affectionately.
Cesar and Lucía made mocking sounds of disgust from their spots, fooling around with each other and causing you both to chuckle against each other’s lips, but you kept kissing, only breaking apart when Ray cleared his throat from the sofa.
Your faces came apart and you turned to look at him, finding him now standing awkwardly by the front door dressed in a black t-shirt with ‘Dwayne’s Joint BBQ’ printed across the chest.
“I’m off to Dwayne’s. I’ll see you all later.” He spoke lowly and your eyes furrowed together.
“No breakfast?” You asked, and he looked at you, but before he could answer for himself, Oscar’s voice spoke up from behind you.
“He doesn’t like eating in the morning.”
Both you and Ray turned to look at him, but he avoided your eyes, his face now free of emotion again as he picked his coffee cup back up and wordlessly took a sip.
You smiled fondly at him, placing your hand on top of the one that was still resting on your stomach, before turning back forward to see Cesar standing up.
“I’ll walk with you!” He exclaimed excitedly while shoving the rest of the sandwich into his mouth, reaching out for his school bag on the chair next to his and without as much as a goodbye, he had walked out the door behind Ray, leaving the three of you alone.
“Alrighty, then.” You drawled, the last minute having gone by so quickly, and turned back to Oscar. “Any plans for today, baby?”
With Ray gone, the tension from his body melted right off.
He put the coffee mug back down on the table and wrapped his arms around you again. “Nah. Thought I’d just spend the day with my two favourite girls. Go for a drive, maybe take a walk on the beach.”
You hummed, leaning back into his chest while holding on to his hand on your belly. “That sounds nice.” You smiled, turning your attention to your daughter and stretching your foot out under the table, nudging one of her legs. “Do you want to go to the beach?”
Lucía nodded, but made no move to look up from her comic, simply shoving more cereal into her mouth and starting to kick her legs more violently underneath the table judging by the way said table was shaking.
You raised your eyebrows at her, turning back to Oscar to see him watching her with an identical expression before turning to meet your eyes.
“She gets that from you.”
“Yeah, yeah.” You rolled your eyes, a small smile playing at your lips. “Well, if we’re going outside you’re going to have to help me get my shoes on because I’m too fat to reach my feet.”
He chuckled but didn’t protest, urging you to stand up. You did as told and took his seat when he left to retrieve your shoes from over by the front door. Wordlessly, he helped you get them onto your feet and tied the laces into flawless knots before taking your hands in his.
“Come on, fatass.” He teased.
You raised an eyebrow, allowing him to pull you up. “Who you calling a fatass, fatass?”
“You called yourself a fatass a second ago, dumbass.” He fired back and to this, you raised your other eyebrow, as well.
“Oh, I’m a dumbass, too, now?”
He just smirked at you, pulling you into his chest in an embrace and bending down to kiss you as his hand pinched your butt.
“Dumbass is a bad word.” Lucía spoke up from the table and you laughed, cutting the kiss short, turning to look at her while nodding your head.
“You’re right, it is. Bad daddy.”
“Bad daddy.” She agreed, glaring at Oscar who playfully raised his eyebrows in return.
Lucía, now having finished her breakfast and apparently having had enough of Garfield for this morning, went and changed out of her pajamas into some regular clothes, and then the three of you locked up the house and headed out in the Impala.
You left the streets of Freeridge and drove around Los Angeles for a good hour before you headed back and found yourselves at the beach, and once there, you spent a good two hours thanks to Lucía refusing to leave.
You bought a bag of bread at the store before going there so that she could throw it to the seagulls, and once the annoying, screeching birds made an appearance, it was near impossible to get her back into the car.
But you managed in the end, even though she cried pretty much the entire ride home.
Once you were back home, you took her to bed for a much-needed nap while Oscar went out again to deal with some business, Sad Eyes having been waiting in front of the house when you got back.
When you had finally managed to get her to sleep, you had moved to get out of the bed and go tend to the chores that needed doing, but just as you were about to stand up, Oscar had come back in and laid down with you.
You lost track of how long you just laid there. You didn’t speak a word to each other, just drifting in and out of sleep while waiting for Lucía to wake up again.
His arms were wrapped around you from behind, instinctively moving around on your stomach and squeezing gently in hope to feel a kick.
When the times came where there actually was a kick, he always had his hands in the wrong place, which in turn forced you to constantly move them around with your own.
Lucía woke up some time later, but by then, you had both managed to fall asleep, and she had not-so-graciously woken you up by hitting you both in the head with a book that she wanted you to read for her.
Oscar had accepted the task. He wasn’t doing much reading, just flipping through the book and looking at the pictures, but she wasn’t complaining.
“Can we eat the ice cream Abuelo bought for me yesterday?” She spoke up then after a long while of silence and your eyes instantly switched to Oscar, awaiting his reaction, but he barely even reacted at all.
“Yeah.” He only replied calmly without looking away from the book, flipping the page.
While she reached out and touched the butterfly now presented before her, touching the purple glitter, he looked at her from the side. “I’m sorry I got angry and yelled last night, princesita. I didn’t mean to scare you.”
She didn’t answer, just keeping her eyes on the butterfly and wrapping her arms around his neck, pressing her cheek to his in a way that made her entire face scrunch up at the force.
He pressed a kiss to her temple, flipping the page again.
A few minutes later, you found yourself sitting around the table in the kitchen, each with a bowl of ice cream in front of you and conversing easily while you ate.
The front door opened then and all of your heads turned to see Cesar jogging inside with his school bag slung over his shoulder.
“Have a good day at school?” You asked with a smile, and he smiled back, nodding.
“Yeah, thanks.” He hurried out, rushing over to you and hastily kissing yours and Lucía’s cheeks, bumping his fist against Oscar’s in a quick greeting.
“You want some ice cream, mano?” Oscar asked before putting another spoonful of the ice cream into his mouth, giving his brother an amused smirk.
Cesar only shook his head, going over to the kitchen island where he dropped his bag at Lucía’s barstool. “No, I’m meeting up with dad at Dwayne’s. He gets off work in five minutes.” He answered quickly and barely even spared you another glance as he headed for the front door.
But he stopped himself suddenly and turned back around, and you raised an eyebrow at him as he jogged over to where you sat and took your spoon from your hand, scooping some of your ice cream into his mouth and giving you a goofy grin.
“Thanks, bye.” He gave your spoon back to you and rushed back for the door, this time not turning around.
You chuckled at his antics, going back to your ice cream, but beside you, Oscar had now put his spoon down and pushed his bowl away from him on the table.
Lucía noticed this in an instant and immediately claimed his bowl, pulling it over to her. You watched as she began eating from both of the bowl, all while Oscar stared into the table, obviously disappointed that Cesar hadn’t joined you.
You slowly reached your hand out over the table to take his in yours, giving it a comforting squeeze. He squeezed it back, pulling a hand over his face, before standing up and leaving the table to go outside for a smoke.
The fact that Cesar was suddenly looking up to his dad more than he hurt him, that much was clear in your eyes no matter how much he would try to hide it.
But he still didn’t want to hover and be an ass by forcing him to spend time with him, which was why come Saturday morning, you saw the perfect opportunity for them to spend some good old brotherly time together and pushed them to take it.
Oscar was, like every other morning, sitting at table in the kitchen slash living room. Seeing as it was Saturday, you had slept in today, the clock showing eleven by the time you had finished eating breakfast.
Ray had left for work when you had still been asleep and Cesar and Lucía were still sleeping, for the time being giving you the rest of the house to yourselves for the first time since he had returned.
You were on day six of him staying with you now and during that time, you had learned the hard way that he wasn’t the most organized or clean person, leaving clothes and food out all over the house.
The living room was smelling like a literal garbage dump, a mess of suspicious food occupying the coffee table over by the sofa.
You had attempted to clean said mess the second you had woken up, but Oscar hadn’t let you, saying that you weren’t his maid and that he could clean his mess up himself, so you tried your very best to ignore the awful smell while you had your breakfast.
Thankfully, it wasn’t a very big struggle once you got your mind on other things. It would have been worse, for sure, if you would have been at the beginning of your pregnancy. Had that been the case, you wouldn’t have been able to hold your food down.
Once you heard the bubbling of the coffee machine slow down in the kitchen, you stood up from your seat at the table and walked over. On your way, you cranked open the kitchen window, hoping that a bit of fresh air would help with the smell.
You then brought Oscar’s usual black coffee cup down from its cupboard and filled it up with coffee, leaving a little bit of space for the milk that you poured in when you passed the refrigerator, and then waddled back over to him where he was boredly flicking through Lucía’s Garfield comic.
“Here you go, papi.” You said as you reached him, putting down the coffee cup in front of him, careful not to spill any on the magazine because if you did, you knew hell would be unleased when its owner woke up.
Oscar looked up at you, closing the comic and pushing it to the side and pulling you into his lap by your arms. “Gracias, mamas.” He thanked you, raising his head in an indication for you to come closer.
And you did just that, leaning your head down to press a kiss to his lips. You smiled against his lips and he hummed, his hands contently rubbing along the sides of your thighs.
You didn’t get a lot of moments with just Oscar anymore so you took your sweet time with each other, slowly moving your lips together in synchronization.
Whenever you had some free time on your hands, he always had some illegal shit to take care of. When he had some time to spare, you always had some errands to run and when you both, against all odds, had some free time, Lucía was always there with you.
It was risky getting frisky in the open, you knew, as anyone could’ve walked right in on it, but in that moment you didn’t care.
Your hands slowly moved over his arms, shoulders and neck, coming up to grab his face to pull his face even closer to yours, and his hands moved to your butt, turning you more against him in his lap.
It wasn’t the most gracious embrace with your giant stomach coming in the middle, but it was comfortable anyhow, his touches sending small holts of electricity through your body
“Good morn-“ Cesar stopped himself in the doorway as he entered the living room just then.
You broke apart from the kiss, both out of breath, and looked over at him just in time to see his entire face scrunch up in disgust. But not because of what he had just walked in on. No, that he was used to, more so than he would like to admit.
Instead, he started sniffing the air, looking around and not even blinking an eye to the intimate moment he had just caught you in.
“Agh, dude. What is that smell?” He asked and Oscar wasted no time in pointing to the coffee table.
“Chicken.” He spoke out in an annoyed voice, shaking his head and getting defensive at the look his mano was suddenly giving him. “Don’t look at me.”
Cesar glared back at him. “Look, he’s been gone 12 years. I just want a chance to get to know him.” He said.
Oscar nodded, one of his hands leaving your butt to pick up his coffee mug. “Then you can clean up after him. I’ve got bigger things to worry about. Block’s been quiet.” He said, bringing the mug to his lips and taking a big gulp.
Cesar stared at him and it was only then you noticed the towel hanging from his hand, the realization that he was wearing swimming trunks hitting you shortly after.
He then went to move past you where you sat and Oscar put down the mug and stood up on his feet in no time, still holding on to your waist as you stood up with him and reaching his other hand out to catch Cesar’s shoulder.
“Hey, where you going?”
Cesar gave him an obvious look. “Duh. The pool. It’s open.” He answered rudely and Oscar raised his eyebrows at him.
“Not before you clean up that nasty ass chicken.”
“The chicken can wait a few more hours.” You heard yourself speak before you had even gotten the time to process the thought in your head, but when they turned to look at you, there was no going back, their looks urging to you to continue. “You’re taking Lucía and going with your mano to the pool.”
“Mamas-“
“No.” You interrupted Oscar, pushing at his chest. “Go wake her up and I’ll pack you a bag. Cesar can clean up when he comes home.”
You smiled at him and out of the corner of your eye, you could see Cesar’s face lighting up into a smile to his brother, too.
Said brother glared down at you and you could practically hear his thoughts; you were being too easy on Cesar.
But he didn’t say anything, only turning on his heel and heading to your bedroom to bid to your command.
Meanwhile, you packed his and Lucía’s swimming suits into a bag along with two towels and her Winnie The Pooh bathrobe, a bottle of sunscreen, some water and sandwiches for lunch and of course, the worn-out Garfield comic that she always had to “read” when she ate.
After a good five minutes of convincing Oscar that you would be alright on your own for a few hours, they left for the pool and the second they were out of the house, you laid down in your bed and fell asleep again.
By the time you woke up again the alarm clock by your side was showing 3:27pm, meaning you had been asleep for a good three and a half hours.
You had totally intended to let Cesar clean up the mess left behind by his dad by himself to a start, but after doing two loads of laundry and vacuuming and dusting his room like you had put a pin in a few days ago, you were left restless and bored while awaiting someone’s return and company.
So you brought out a plastic bag and began cleaning off the trash on the coffee table, having to scrub it down with gloves in order to get the juices of the old, rotten chicken out of the wood.
And of course, Oscar had chosen that time out of all the times to return home.
Lucía had run straight past you into her room, her hair still wet and her body dressed in her swimsuit and bathrobe.
While she disappeared down the hallway to your room, Cesar and Oscar stopped in the doorway of the front door at the sight of you scrubbing away at the table, meeting your eyes with different expressions on their faces.
Cesar’s was a mixture of gratefulness that you had relieved him of his work, and nervousness as he knew what was about to come.
Not wanting to be around when shit went down, he slipped off to his room after kissing you hello, leaving you alone with Oscar who was glaring coldly at you for doing the exact thing he had told you not to do.
But he hadn’t said a word, simply taking the trash bag standing by your side and taking it with him outside.
Dinner was tenser than usual that afternoon and when you had shut yourself into your room to put Lucía to sleep later that night, you listened as Oscar yelled his father out in Spanish, pointing out that you were heavily pregnant and still did more around the house than he did.
You couldn’t hear any of Ray’s replies as he was clearly talking with a normal indoors voice, Oscar being the only one yelling, but come next morning when you were cleaning away after Cesar’s breakfast, Ray got out of the sofa and told you to sit down and let him do it.
Surprised, you did as told, the two of you conversing while he cleaned and even fixed you breakfast.
He was obviously trying his hardest to earn his stay, he just hadn’t gotten the routine in yet. You knew Oscar was having a harder time accepting his presence, but you were grateful that he was even trying.
Oscar came out from shower a few minutes later to find his dad feeding Lucía yogurt, the two of them chatting away about Garfield while you sat eating the toast he had fixed you up before she had joined you at the table.
He obviously approved of the change in his dad’s behavior because he served himself a cup of coffee and sat down at the table rather than leaving the room, but he still didn’t say anything.
For the next two weeks, they barely spoke a word to each other. Ray tried to spark up conversations every day to a start but he stopped when he realized he wasn’t making any progress, respecting Oscar’s unspoken wish to be left alone.
Whenever Ray would volunteer to look after Lucía, Oscar would just stare at him with distaste as you agreed, while you, for one, were just happy to see her having so much fun.
He was great with her, taking her out for ice cream, bringing her back small toys when he came home from work and spoiling her rotten to the extent he could with his small income.
On the afternoons Oscar were out handing gang-related things, Ray started walking with you and getting her from daycare so that you didn’t have to walk by yourself, which in turn resulted in Oscar making sure he was free around that time every day to minimize the time you and Lucía spent with him.
He did everything in his power to keep you away from him without actually speaking his concerns out loud, not wanting a repeat of the first night. But whatever he did, everyone but him just seemed to grow closer to Ray and it made him furious.
He was now on his third week staying with you, it was a Friday afternoon and you were just coming back from having picked Lucía up from daycare.
Oscar was walking behind you with her sleeping form held tightly against his chest, his arms wrapped around her back and her head resting on his shoulder, her thumb sucked into her mouth and her comfort blanket hanging from her hand.
You were walking ahead and stepped through the front door first, holding it open for him so that he could walk inside without bumping Lucía into the doorway.
While he disappeared straight down the hallway to put Lucía to bed, you spotted Cesar lying back-down on the couch, his face illuminated by the bright light streaming from his phone that was held over his face.
He barely even noticed your presence, concentrated on whatever it was he was doing on his phone and you raised an eyebrow at this, shrugging your jacket off and dumping it on the chair across from the couch.
Before you could say anything to him, though, Oscar walked back into the living room. “Where’s dad?” He wasted no time asking and only then did Cesar look away from his phone, surprised to see two pairs of eyes at him.
He shrugged his shoulders at the question. “I thought he went with (Y/N) to pick up Lucí.”
“No, I did.” Oscar answered immediately, narrowing his eyes slightly and taking a step forward.
Cesar gave him a look. “Yeah, I can see that.” He shrugged again, turning back to his phone, not seeming very bothered. “He’s probably still at work.”
Oscar snorted. “He got off at four. It’s almost seven.”
As the brothers kept bickering back and forth about Ray’s whereabouts, a bad feeling settled in the pit of your stomach and before you could even register that your body was moving, your feet carried you over to the kitchen island where your wallet was laying on full display.
With a shaky hand, you opened it, and instantly got your suspicions confirmed.
“Shit.” You swore quietly under your breath, hanging your head down.
But no matter how lowly you had spoken, Oscar had heard you and walked over to you, asking. “What?”
You looked at him, guilt and pity building up in your chest. Could he really have been right about Ray all this time? Had you been naïve and misinterpreted his affection for Cesar and Lucía?
“My bus card isn’t in my wallet.” You answered finally, keeping your voice down so that Cesar wouldn’t hear you and get any ideas.
A glare instantly settled over his face, and he didn’t bother keeping his voice down as he shook his head. “What did I tell you? Huh?” He questioned, and Cesar, sensing the atmosphere taking a turn for the worse, walked over.
“What’s going on?” He looked between you with a questioning glance and Oscar let out a humorless laugh.
“You gonna tell him?” He asked and you closed your eyes, pinching the bridge of your nose and breathing out before looking back at Cesar.
“My bus card isn’t in my wallet and it was when we left an hour ago.”
Cesar’s face turned cold almost immediately, his eyes hardening as he understood what you were insinuating. “No.” He shook his head, taking a step back and clenching his fists at his sides. “No. He wouldn’t just leave. Not without saying goodbye.”
“Yeah, he would.” Oscar let out a scoff, followed closely by a dry laugh.
You sent him a glare at his insensitivity, but before you got the time to tell him off about it, Cesar whipped around to look at him and prodded a sharp finger into his chest
“Of course he would, with the way you’ve been treating him!” The youngest Diaz brother exclaimed angrily, tears already building up in his eyes as the panic settled in him. “I just got him back and now you’ve pushed him away, why do you always ruin everything good in my life?!”
Oscar looked at his brother with hard eyes and stood quietly, just taking on his rage, but the way his Adam’s apple bobbled in his throat indicated that he wasn’t feeling as unbothered about the situation as he put on.
Just the thought of how broken he would be if Ray actually left again caused your heart to tug in your chest, even more so when you realized you would be the one left behind to pick up the pieces not only from Oscar’s broken heart but Cesar’s too.
“Cesar, calm down.” You tried reasoning with him, putting a calming hand on his shoulder. “We don’t know what’s going on yet. We can’t just rush to conclusions, maybe he just-“
“There is no maybe!” Oscar exclaimed, turning to look at you and in turn causing you to look back to him. “He left, like I told you he would. This shit’s on you.”
“Don’t blame her.” Cesar instantly jumped to your defense, getting up in his brother’s face. “This is your fault. Not hers. She’s done nothing but try to make him feel welcome.”
They glared at each other, both clenching their fists at their sides and not moving a single muscle. You were left not knowing what to do, your heart beating violently in your ribcage, your pulse deafening in your ears.
But then the front door opened, and all of you turned your heads to the source of the disruption, holding your breaths as you watched Ray walk inside with several paper bags balanced in his arms.
He hadn’t noticed you yet, busying himself with kicking a pair of shoes out of the doorway in order to be able to get in without dropping the bags.
After stepping inside, he turned around and closed the door behind him softly, and then he turned around to face you, stopping in his tracks once he caught sight of you.
His eyes turned unsure as he became aware of the tense atmosphere and the threatening stance both of his sons were standing in.
He looked at them for a moment, silently wondering what was going on, and then turned his gaze to you.
When your eyes met his, you felt more relieved than you had ever done in your life before. Not just for Cesar’s sake, but also for Oscar’s, because no matter how much he would have tried to deny it, you knew that it would have absolutely broken him if he left again.
He had been forced to grow up early in life when having the responsibility of raising his brother on his own thrown on him, but inside of him there was still a small part of the little boy he had been back then and that small part craved his father’s attention and presence.
He tried so hard not to show it, to not show himself weak by covering his true feelings up with the hate and spite he had taught himself to feel for his dad, but deep down, he still loved him. You knew it, he knew it and you were pretty sure Ray knew it too, and that it was therefore that he always kept trying to talk to him.
“Everything okay here?” Ray was the one to finally break the silence and at the sound of his voice, both brothers seemed to relax, their shoulders slumping and their glares faltering.
While Oscar looked at him with a foreign expression, unreadable even for you, Cesar looked at him with pure relief.
Ray noticed this, giving his youngest a worries look when he caught sight of the tears built up in his eyes. “You alright, mijo?”
Cesar offered him a watery smile before turning back to glare at Oscar. “I told you he wouldn’t leave.” He spat out shortly, not saying another word to any of you before walking off, the sound of his bedroom door slamming shut reaching your ears a few seconds later.
The three of you were left in silence again and Ray awkwardly looked between the two of you. He carefully balanced the bags with one of his arms, slowly reaching his other hand into his back pocket do grab something.
Once he got a hold of whatever object it was, he held it out for you and you realized quickly that it was your bus card.
"The fridge was empty so I borrowed your bus card to go to the store.” He informed you. “Wanted to save you the trouble of going on your own. I hope that's alright."
A smile pulled at your lips as you took the card back from him. "Of course. Thank you." You thanked him, but Oscar wasn’t as impressed.
His face pulled into a nasty glare, eyes narrowed to the point where they were just lines of eyelashes.
“Did you take her credit card too?” He attacked, his entire stance rigid.
He wouldn’t admit it but you could read him like an open book, see that he had gotten scared and was now trying to cover up the vulnerability with anger; the only way he knew how.
Ray turned to look at him with an offended look crossing over his features. “I know I’m not the best person but-“
“You’re not.” Oscar quickly interrupted. “You’re as bad as they come.”
Ray nodded, not even bothering to deny his son’s accusations because he knew it was true. “But I would never steal from family.” He finished the sentence he had been trying to get out before being interrupted.
Without waiting for another reply from Oscar, probably knowing that he was just going to keep fighting, he turned to you, now with a smile on his lips. “I got you something.”
Your eyes instantly flickered to Oscar who was now narrowing his eyes in suspicion, but while he kept glaring, you only perked up with curiosity, following Ray as he walked over to the kitchen island to put the bags down, watching as he began rummaging through one of them.
“It’s in here somewhere…” He mumbled to himself while unpacking the bag in order to get a better view of what was inside, and no longer than a few seconds later, you watched as he pulled out a small, white baby bodysuit.
He smiled as he unfolded the tiny piece of clothing and turned it around, and your eyes widened at the sight of the words printed across the front in shimmery, golden letters.
‘Mommy and Daddy’s Little Saint’.
The smile on Ray’s face was genuinely excited as he proudly presented his find. “For the baby. You know, Saint as in Santo.” He explained. “It’s white so it works for both a girl and a boy.”
Tears welled up in your eyes as you took it from him, feeling the soft fabric under your touch and tracing your fingers over the letters.
Before you could stop yourself, you had wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him as close as your stomach would allow.
His hands unsurely found their way to your back, patting you lightly.
“Thank you.” You mumbled into his shoulder, completely oblivious to the look Oscar was giving you.
Ray patted your hair and hugged you back, frowning slightly as he didn’t know why you were getting so emotional. “No problem, mija.” He answered, and that’s when the hormones got the best of you and everything just came crashing down.
You tore yourself out of his embrace and put the bodysuit down on the barstool by the kitchen island before wordlessly hurrying down the hallway, closing yourself into the bathroom.
You liked to convince yourself that you weren’t affected by your parents, or lack thereof, and you usually weren’t, but when you were pregnant you leaned pretty quickly that it was a subject to stay away from.
Just the mere thought of them could make everything, all the pain you had been forced to withstand through your life, come flooding back in one moment, and despite his past record of walking out on his family, Ray still had a natural fatherly feel to him.
When you hugged him and heard him use the nickname that so many parents used to show affection for their kids, something you had never gotten to experience before, all of it just got too overwhelming for you.
Ray was rooted to his spot, looking at you with shock written all over his face. He turned to Oscar, who was still watching him with squinted eyes, although now a lot less hostile.
“Did I do something wrong?” He asked, and Oscar just sniffed, walking over to him.
“No. She gets like that.” He said, picking the bodysuit up from the barstool when he got close enough to reach it, taking a look at it for himself and turning his lips down in a ‘not bad’-expression. “This is nice. She appreciates it.”
He ripped the tag off the hem and began folding it, ignoring the way Ray’s gaze was burning into the side of his face.
“And you?” Ray asked, and Oscar nodded, avoiding his gaze.
“Yeah.” He answered simply before walking over to the side of the front door where your hospital bag stood at the ready, picking it up and packing down the bodysuit.
Ray watched him from where he stood, not really sure what to say. “Do you need to go check on her?” He asked finally after a few seconds of silence, and once again, Oscar barely spared him as much as a glance.
“No. She wants to be alone when she gets like that. Hormones and shit. She’ll be back soon.” He replied, putting the bag back down and heading for the fridge by the couch.
Ray nodded, his eyes following Oscar as he moved around. He watched as he brought a beer out from the fridge and walked over to the table with it in hand, and as he sat down and grabbed the bottle-opener, snapping the metal lid off and wasting no time in bringing the bottle to his lips, taking a large gulp.
Oscar let out an annoyed sigh, feeling the stare burning into the side of his face.
“What?” He asked without looking up from the table, and Ray’s face changed to one of confusion.
“What?” He asked back, and finally, Oscar looked up to meet his gaze.
“You’re looking at me like you got something to say so speak.”
Ray gave him a hesitant look. “I’ve been here three weeks and I haven’t heard anything about her parents. Got me wondering, is all.” He spoke slowly.
Oscar nodded, looking at him for a few more seconds before turning his attention back to the table, lifting the bottle of beer to his lips for another sip. “She has no parents.” He replied. “Cesar, Lucía and I are all she’s got.”
“Where are they?”
“Left her with her babysitter when she was five to go get dinner, never came back. She grew up in the system.”
“You sure nothing happened to them?” Ray questioned, his voice still careful, almost as if one wrong word would make Oscar blow up. And in truth, it probably would.
“No.” He took another gulp of his beer. “They left a note.”
Ray’s face fell, his hands gripping at the edge of the kitchen island behind him. “That’s rough.”
“Mhm.” Oscar hummed, moving a small piece of cereal around on the table in front of him, left behind from Cesar and Lucía’s breakfast earlier that morning.
“For what it’s worth-“
Oscar’s head instantly whipped up, a hard glare crossing his features. “Whatever it is, it’s not worth shit.” He spat, causing Ray to flinch back slightly.
But no matter how discouraged he got, he continued. “I’m sorry I never called or wrote. If I could take it back and do it differently, I would.”
“But you can’t.” Oscar glared and Ray shook his head.
“No, I cant.” He agreed. “I already told Cesar this the other day but if I got the chance to choose my kids, I would choose the two of you every time. You’ve had it rough, been down the same path I’ve been stuck on all my life. But I’m proud of you, mijo. Of what you’ve got going on here. I know you don’t want me around but I’m not here to stir shit up for you. I’m here to make things right.”
Oscar looked up at his dad while he spoke, listening to him intently and not interrupting him once. The glare on his face was gone when he finished. However, the hard look in his eyes remained in his eyes as he answered.
“You can’t. It’s too late for that.”
But Ray only started back. “That doesn’t mean I should stop trying.”
Oscar nodded in response, the two of them holding their eye-contact as a comfortable silence fell over them. Half a minute later, Oscar finally broke the stare, turning his gaze to the side as he took another swig of his beer before putting it down on the table.
He stood up and headed over to the fridge again, wordlessly bringing out another bottle and heading back to the table where he snapped the cap off.
Grabbing his beer, he walked over to Ray where he was standing by the kitchen island and shoved the untouched beer into his chest, pushing past him and walking around the counter.
Ray took it and turned around, meeting Oscar’s eyes over the counter as he motioned for the bags that were still just standing around. “Make yourself useful.” He ordered, and without waiting for a response, he began unpacking the bags, Ray following his example after taking a sip of his beer.
Half an hour later, your hormones had calmed down, allowing you to stop crying about the bodysuit and exit the bathroom again after freshening yourself up by splashing some cold water into your face.
You slowly and quietly walked down the hallway, slowing down slightly as you reached the corner at the sound of Ray and Oscar’s voices.
“Do it like this instead.” You heard Ray instruct, and Oscar’s annoyed reply came only a second later.
“I know how to cut a jalapeño, anciano.”
“You’re getting the seeds everywhere. They’re supposed to stay on the core.”
“You do it if you’re so much better.”
You slowly rounded the corner, careful not to make a sound.
Your eyes found the two of them in the kitchen immediately, standing side by side. The kitchen lamp was shining down on them and on the stove, something was frying in a pan.
Oscar stood taller than his dad by at least five inches, yet he somehow still looked smaller beside him. Maybe it was the momentarily vulnerable look that crossed over his face when his dad reached out and took the knife from his hand that caused the illusion.
“You cut the tip of first and then stand it up, hold the stem and cut down from the bottom. And then you can dice the slices.” Ray calmly showed him how he was supposed to cut it and even though Oscar’s eyes remained guarded, he watched. “No seeds, no mess. You try it.”
Oscar muttered some Spanish curse word under his breath, but still snatched the knife back from his dad’s hand and did as he had just been shown.
You took that as your cue to make yourself known, waddling into the kitchen with one hand on your stomach and the other at the small of your back for support.
Their head rose in sync when hearing you approaching, their hands stopping what they were doing. Oscar greeted you with a kiss and Ray greeted you with a smile, neither of them bringing up the way you had just ran off earlier of which you were grateful.
You took a seat on the barstool and only a minute later, a now calm Cesar appeared from his room and joined you in watching his dad and mano cook dinner together.
Things were still not all okay, far from it, but even a blind person could have seen that you were making huge progress, and in that moment, it was enough for everyone to be civil with each other, which was more than could be said about the past three weeks.
After dinner, Cesar had gone over to Monse’s house and you and Oscar moved into your bedroom where Lucía was still sleeping soundly in the bed while ray went to sleep in the couch.
You moved around the room, getting ready for bed quietly to not wake her up. While you were changing into your nightshirt over by the closed window, Oscar was sitting at the side of the bed, pulling his white tank top over his head.
Once you were properly dressed for bed, you wordlessly climbed onto the mattress, wrapping your arms around Oscar’s shoulder from behind and pressing a kiss to his bare shoulder.
He turned his head to look at you, but before he could say or do anything, his phone lit up on the nightside table, starting to vibrate as a call came through.
You released his shoulders and sat back, watching as he took the phone and stood up, answering the call.
“Sí?” He spoke into the phone. You could hear someone talking on the other side of the call, but you couldn’t identify the voice or the words spoken.
Oscar whipped around to face you then, causing you to jump. “When?” He asked the person, and you watched with growing worry as a dark look crossed over features and he pulled a hand over his face. “Yeah, I’ll take care of it. I’ll call you back. Cuídate.”
He hung up and quickly started pulling on his clothes again, causing you to rush out of the bed. “Who was it?” You asked, your heart beating rapidly in your chest.
“Mario.” He replied without looking at you, pulling his tank top over his head and going over to the drawer in the corner of the room, where you knew he kept his gun.
“Since when does Mario call you?” You asked, eyebrows furrowing together and arms crossing over your chest.
He unlocked the top drawer of the dresser and wasted no time in bringing the gun out. “Since Cesar, his brother and their friends got caught up with Cuchillos.”
“What?!” You exclaimed before you could stop yourself, and the two of you instantly turned around to look at Lucía who was now stirring in her sleep. But luckily, she didn’t wake up.
You turned back to Oscar, finding him already looking at you. “Her men kidnapped them a few weeks ago and offered them the Rollerworld money back if they finished a job for her. It’s taking them to long, she’s getting impatient. She broke into Monse’s house yesterday and Ruby’s house just now, threatened their families.”
“What? Kidnapped? Why the fuck am I only just hearing about this now?” You asked, eyes widening. “Is that why Cesar was in such a hurry to get to Monse’s? What kind of job could Cuchillos possibly want a group of teenagers for?”
Oscar looked away from you, loading the clip into the gun. “Tracking down Lil’ Ricky.”
“What?” You whisper-yelled, not really sure what you were supposed to think anymore. “Isn’t he dead?”
Oscar glanced at you. “No.”
Your eyebrows creased together. “How do you know?”
“Because I helped them dig up his grave.” He replied as if it was the most natural thing in the world to do. But it wasn’t.
Your eyebrows shot up in disbelief, barely believing what you were hearing. “You did what now?”
Your head was spinning. You didn’t know what the hell was going on at this point, you were being given far too much information at once and you weren’t able to process it.
You had known about the Rollerworld money, of course, as they had been used in the whole plot to buy Cesar’s freedom back and get the Prophets off the streets, but the rest of it… it was all new to you, this being the first time you were hearing about it.
You’d had absolutely no idea that Cuchillos had roped in the kids, and it got you wondering how long it had gone on behind your back.
“I have to go take care of this.” Oscar turned to you then, tucking the gun into the waistband of his pants and pulling his tank top over it.
Your teeth started chewing at the inside of your cheek automatically, the worry only intensifying by every second passing. “What are you going to do?”
He took a step closer to you, grabbing your face in his hands. “Don’t worry your pretty head about it, mamas. I’ll be fine.” He promised.
You stared up at him, placing your hands on top of his. “Please tell me you’re not going after Cuchillos.” You pleaded, and the look on his face revealed that it was exactly what he was going to do.
In that moment, it really hit you how much information Oscar must have kept from you throughout your relationship and it didn’t sit well with you at all.
Not because he hadn’t told you, but because he could have been in life-threatening situations more times than you could count, and you wouldn’t even have known about it.
As if being able to read your thoughts, Oscar leaned down and pressed a chaste kiss to your lips, pulling away and moving one of his hands to stroke your belly. “I’ll be fine.” He promised again. “I’ll be here when you wake up and we’ll start fresh. Prometo.”
With that, he lowered his hand to hook his pinky with yours, and as he left, you took his word for it. But when you woke up the next morning, you were alone.
Or well, not entirely alone; Lucía was still there, of course. But Oscar wasn’t. He never got home like he told you he would and you were worried sick.
But despite the sickening worry you pushed through and went on with your day as you usually would with a lot of help from Ray, who had called in sick to work when you had told him about Oscar’s approximate whereabouts.
He didn’t want to leave you home alone with your due date being so close, and you were thankful to have him there because in all your worried-sick glory, you could barely bring yourself to take care of Lucía, constantly spacing out.
You had called Cesar to ask if he had heard from his mano but he hadn’t. He told you that him, Ruby, Monse and Jamal had locked themselves inside in the Martinez house, the four of them wanting to be together until they knew where they were at with Cuchillos.
You called Mario too, since he had been the one to call Oscar to tell him about Cuchillos threatening their family, but he hadn’t heard back from Oscar either, and the man in question, of course, wasn’t picking up his phone.
You had never been as worried as you were now, and things didn’t get easier for you when Lucía kept asking you about her dad’s whereabouts, a question to which you couldn’t give an answer.
But you were lucky to have Ray there to help you out. He had tended to all the chores around the house throughout the day, all while taking care of his granddaughter and making sure you were okay.
He and Lucía had even cooked dinner together, a process during which she had cracked an egg over his head, something you knew Oscar would have found absolutely hilarious.
After dinner, Lucía went to bed on her own accord, exhausted after a long day of excessive playing with her Abuelo, leaving you and Ray to clean up in the kitchen.
No words were exchanged between the two of you as you worked together with the dishes. Ray washed them under the tap, scrubbing them free of food, and then passed them on to you for you to dry and put them back in their cabinet.
Suddenly, you felt a sharp jab of pain go through your lower abdomen, and after that, everything happened so quickly.
The glass that you were currently drying slipped out of your grasp as you reached out to grab on to the counter for support out of instinct, the glass shattering around your feet as it hit the floor.
Ray’s head whipped around in your direction and he wasted no time in dropping the plate he was currently washing, turning off the tap in one swift movement before rushing over to you.
“Watch your feet.” He instructed you worriedly, stepping over the big shards of glass to help you back away to a clean part of the floor. Once he was sure that you were safe, he let go of your arms. “I’ll go get the broom.”
Without waiting for a response, he turned around, stepped back over the glass and disappeared down the hallway, leaving you to support yourself by the kitchen island as another sharp jab of pain spread through your stomach.
This time, the pain was much more intense, causing you to rush your hand to your belly, and before you knew it, a warm feeling spread through your lower parts, wetness soaking the leggings you were wearing.
“No, no, no, no, no, not now. Please, not now.” Your eyes widened, panic settling in your chest as the pain hit you again. “Ray!” You yelled out, holding on to the counter with all your might as the pain got worse.
He came running in no time, meeting your eyes with a worried glance.
“Call Oscar again.” You instructed him at once, trying your hardest to focus your breathing.
“What’s wrong?” He asked as he approached you, but as his eyes flickered from your face, scrunched up in pain, to the floor where you were now standing in a puddle of fluids, he got his answer.
“Shit.” He cursed, walking over the glass without a single care in the world and rushing over to your side. “Okay, let’s sit you down, mija.”
With the new-found support, you were able to waddle over to the kitchen table where he helped you sit down on a chair, all while calling Oscar on his phone.
“He’s still not answering.” He stated the obvious and you squeezed your eyes shut, the pain becoming more intense and your heart picking up in speed.
“Take my phone, my code is Oscar’s birthday.” You told him, holding on to the backrest of the chair next to yours and motioning with your other arm to the coffee table where you had left your phone.
He wasted no time, rushing over and grabbing your phone as you opened your eyes again, and in that moment you just wished Oscar could have been there to see his father type in the digits of his birthday without as much as a doubt in his mind.
“Text Geny, tell her the baby’s coming. Then call 911.”
He didn’t protest even once, following your instructions while silently wondering how you could be so calm in such a stressful situation.
Not more than four minutes later, Geny and Cesar burst through the front door, right before the ambulance got there.
Geny went to look after Lucía and Cesar ran up to your side immediately while Ray kept trying to reach Oscar both through texts and calls, but to no avail.
The oldest Diaz was panicking, not at all sure what he was supposed to do, but Cesar was calm, giving you encouraging words and helping you control your breathing as you were helped into the ambulance.
This was, after all, not the first time he had supported you through this process.
While Geny stayed behind to look after Lucía, Cesar and Ray rode with you in the ambulance. Ray rode in the front with the driver while Cesar stayed in the back with you, holding your hand through the entire ride.
When you reached the hospital and you were pushed inside in a wheelchair, he still didn’t let go of your hand. Or maybe you were the one who wasn’t letting go, but either way, he didn’t complain once.
You were wheeled into an empty room and transferred onto a bed where two nurses helped you out of your clothes while Cesar and Ray waited outside.
Once you had received your epidural and were properly dressed and situated, with your legs in the holsters and holding a mask of laughing gas to your face, Cesar and Ray came inside and joined your side again.
They sat down in a chair each at either side of you, Cesar holding your free hand while Ray held on to the bag you had packed months earlier in preparation for this day.
The doctor stood by, scribbling down notes on a pad while awaiting you to be dilated enough to begin. He looked up at Ray over his glasses.
“What’s your relation to the patient, sir?” He asked him, his pen stilling on the notepad briefly.
“They’re my brother- and father-in-law.” You replied through controlled breaths before they got the chance to say anything, squeezing your eyes shut and clutching down on Cesar’s hand as another contraction hit you.
“And the father?” He asked, taking notes.
This time, Ray spoke up. “I’ve been trying to get to him but he’s not picking up.”
You let out a dry laugh through the pain, pushing your head back into the pillow and removing the mask from your face to breathe some fresh air.
“Of course he chose this day out of all the days to get caught up with some bullshit.” You panted out, letting out a sound of pain and tensing your entire body as another, much bigger contraction went through your body.
Beside you, Cesar cursed under his breath from having his hand basically crushed, while the doctor put the notepad away and moved down to your legs, checking under the cover the nurses had put over your legs and humming.
“We’ll have to start without him.” He looked up at you, pulling a chair toward him and sitting down, pulling on a fresh pair of gloves. “Do you want them to stay with you?”
You nodded furiously, putting the mask back over your face. “Yes.”
Cesar and Ray remained silent at your sides as the delivery was started. Cesar kept holding on to your hand and throughout the process, a nurse handed Ray a wet, cold rag to dab your sweaty forehead with.
The pain was excruciating but even though it had been four entire years since you gave birth to Lucía, the feeling was familiar, allowing you to handle it a lot better than you had back then in combination with the gas.
This time, the thing hindering you from being completely calm was the fact that Oscar couldn’t be reached and that you had no idea where he was, if he was okay, or if he was even alive.
For all you knew, he could be dead in a ditch somewhere and the mere thought of it brought tears to your eyes.
The doctor and nurse kept encouraging you, thinking that you were just crying from the pain, but Ray saw your sorrows for what they were, reaching out and holding your hand in his tightly once you abandoned the mask.
“He’ll be alright, mija.” He promised you, and you nodded your head while squeezing both his and Cesar’s hands as you gave another push.
And then, almost as if someone had heard your silent prayers for Oscar’s safe return, a nurse rushed inside, stopping in the doorway.
“A man just arrived, claiming he’s the father. He’s hurt, looking like he’s been beaten pretty bad, and acting aggressively so we need someone to come and identify him before we let him in.” She spoke in one breath, and Cesar was on his feet immediately, sending you a comforting smile.
“I’ll go.” He said, and the nurse nodded, leading him away.
But you had barely even registered her words, too caught up in your own head, giving all of the little concentration you had left after the drugs to the pushing.
It wasn’t until Oscar appeared in the doorway that you truly allowed yourself to relax, letting out a cry of relief.
“Oscar.” You cried, and he was at your side in no time, taking the seat Cesar had previously been occupying while the boy in question stayed in the doorway.
“I’m here, mi amor.” He told you, and you looked at him, letting out another cry when you caught sight of his bruised and bloody face. “You’re doing great, mami. Keep going.” He told you, gripping your hand with both of his.
As he kept giving you encouraging words, kissing your knuckles, Ray stood up and sneaked out of the room with Cesar, leaving the two of you alone.
The delivery lasted for another fifteen minutes, and then with one last push, a new cry broke through the air as your body fell limp on the bed.
Oscar left your side to cut the umbilical cord of your newborn baby, being the first one to hold it in his arms once the nurse had wrapped it in a blanket.
He looked down at the new life with a smile on his face, slowly walking over to your side again, sitting down and turning the bundle so that you got a clear view.
“It’s a girl.” He told you smugly, smirking at you, and you groaned playfully.
“Damn it.” You cursed, your head hitting the pillow behind you again, but you smiled and Oscar chuckled, leaning forward to press a kiss to your damp forehead.
With the help of one of his hands, you were able to scoot up into a sitting position on the bed, looking down at your newborn daughter’s pruny face from your seat.
When Lucía was born, she had been screaming the second she came out and not gone quiet for hours, but this baby was quiet, only whining slightly as she moved around in Oscar’s arms.
You smiled at the sight, silently holding your shaking arms out. You didn’t need to say anything, Oscar carefully handing the bundle over to you, and you instantly sniffled when you felt her in your arms, a fresh set of tears starting to prick your eyes.
He sat beside you, leaning his elbows on his knees and looking at you with a concentrated expression.
You were suddenly pulled back to reality, your eyes flickering away from your daughter’s perfect face and over to Oscar, your heart falling in your chest as you got your first proper look of his face.
Both of his eyes were purple and slightly swollen, small cuts littering his face and an even bigger cut on his neck. Worry filled your body as you noticed his drooping eyes and took note of the fact that the cut on his neck was still producing fresh blood.
“Oscar...” You whispered and his eyes instantly moved from the baby to you.
Before you got the chance to say anything else, however, there was a knock at the door.
Both of you turned your attention to the source of the sound, finding Ray standing there with the hospital bag slung over his shoulder, alongside the nurse who had come in and alerted you of Oscar’s arrival earlier.
“Sir, you’re bleeding.” She stated the obvious, taking the words right out of your mouth. “If you come with me, we’ll get you cleaned up.”
A glare instantly settled over his face, but when you reached your hand out to touch his hand, it melted right off. He turned to look at you and you nodded in encouragement. “We’ll be fine.”
Ray left the nurse’s side, walking into the room and coming over to Oscar, reaching out and squeezing his shoulder. “I’ll stay and look over them.” He promised.
Oscar sighed, turned back to you and gave you and the baby a kiss each, before silently walking after the nurse out of the room, leaving Ray to take his seat.
He dropped the bag next to the bed and sank into the chair. He looked at you questionably and before he could say anything, you smiled, answering. “It’s a girl.”
He smiled back lightly, peeking over the bundle of blankets.
“Do you want to hold her?” You asked, and he looked at you with a doubtful expression. But then he nodded, and carefully reached out to take her from your arms and into his own.
He looked down at her carefully, bouncing her in his arms lightly and pulling the blanket from out of her face, touching her nose.
When feeling his touch, she reached a small hand out and wrapped her even smaller fingers around one of his, causing him to smile up at you. “She likes me.”
You chuckled and nodded, leaning back on the bed in exhaustion. “Yeah.” You agreed, feeling your heart tug in your chest when he looked back at her and sniffled, bringing an arm up to wipe his eyes.
Oscar reappeared in the doorway then, the cut on his neck now covered by a thick bandage and the smaller ones on his face clean from dried blood.
Ray threw a look over his shoulder when hearing his approaching footsteps, turning back to you and carefully handing the baby back before standing up, meeting Oscar in the middle of the room.
Oscar threw a quick look at you, making sure you were both okay, and when getting a smile of confirmation, he turned back to his dad while you turned your attention to the baby, giving them as much privacy as you could considering the fact that you were still stuck in the same room.
“I’m glad you’re okay.” Ray was the one to break the silence between them. Oscar only nodded his head once, which urged Ray to continue. “I, uh… I found an apartment.”
Oscar scoffed, a glare crossing over his features. “You’re leaving again?”
“You’re leaving?” Came Cesar’s voice, now standing in the doorway with a small, white plastic bag clutched in his hand. His face was sad, eyes wide.
“No.” Ray looked over to him and quickly protested, shaking his head, and both Oscar and Cesar visibly relaxed. He turned back to Oscar. “It’s just down the street from you. Figured you won’t want me on the couch now that you’ve got a baby to take care of.”
He paused, eyes flickering down slightly, but then he made his move and put a hand on his shoulder, giving it a good squeeze. “You did good, mijo. I’m proud of you.”
Oscar’s face scrunched up with emotion, his eyes growing glassy, and before any of you could register it, they had wrapped their arms around each other in a tight embrace, Ray’s hands clapping his back in a fatherly manner while Oscar buried his face in his neck.
While they shared their moment, Cesar silently walked around them with a smile permanently splayed across his face, approaching you while raising the bag.
“I, uh, I wanted to bring you flowers but you know, the hospital cafeteria didn’t have much to offer so I bought candy bars instead.” He said nervously and your entire face lit up.
“You know I’d take chocolate over flowers any day.” You chuckled in relief at the thought of getting something to eat after the physically and mentally draining day, putting on a playful smirk and nodding to the baby. “I’ll trade you.”
Cesar’s nervous smile pulled into a much brighter one and he hurriedly took a seat at the edge of the bed, dumping the bag beside you and holding his arms out.
Handing him the baby, he looked down at her and then up at you again. “Do you have a name?” He asked and you parted your lips.
“Ariel.” Oscar spoke before you could answer, causing you to turn and glare at him as he joined your side again, Ray heading over for the chair at Cesar’s side.
“I thought we agreed on Isabel?” You asked, raising an eyebrow, and he gave you one of those annoyingly handsome smirks.
“No, you agreed. I didn’t.” He protested and you rolled your eyes.
“You could always mix them.” Cesar offered a solution, shrugging his shoulders while slowly rocking the sleeping baby in his arms.
You instantly shook your head, scrunching your nose up in disgust. “No, thank you.” You declined, begrudgingly. “I’d rather settle with Ariel.”
You sighed, laying back down and Oscar took your hand with a small chuckle. Five minutes later, Geny turned up with Lucía and her entire family, and not long after that, Monse and Jamal turned up with their parents, too.
That’s what you loved about the people in Freeridge. They knew when to give people space but they also knew exactly when you were supposed to be together.
You were like one giant family. It wasn’t perfect; rather, on the contrary, it was broken and pretty fucked up, but it was yours, and that was more than enough.
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