A woman with long, luscious, dark brown hair marches away furiously from the man that's running after her. He huffs, out of breath, carrying a child in his arms while trying to catch up to the angered woman.
"Lovina," he yelled out.
The confused child remains silent as her father rushes towards her mother. Lovina looks over her shoulder, sneering when she catches a glimpse at her now ex-boyfriend.
"Get the fuck away from me!" She shrieks, quickening her pace.
"Mi amor!" The man finally reaches her and grabs her hand, only to have her jerk it away.
"Don't you dare touch me, Antonio."
Antonio's eyes widen; he gulps as he adjusts the still silent child in his arms.
"Lovina... por favor. Tell me, why are you leaving me?" He asks, eyes quivering back and forth, grip tightening on the child as he waits for the girl to answer. She crosses her arms, amber eyes filled with hate and rage for the man before her.
"I told you, Antonio," She glowered, turning her head to the side she began, "I told you. After I had your child I was going to leave you."
She turns on her heel to leave, but is stopped by Antonio firmly holding onto her arm.
"Please. Don't be so irrational; think about (y/n)."
Lovina looks at her child who was staring at her. Biting her lip, she tears away her hand and walks off after looking at her child one last time.
Antonio stood in place. He feels his knees go weak, letting his child go. He collapses onto the ground. Eyes wide in fear and regret, (y/n) watched as her father began to quietly sob. She was only three years old, and since then, learning that her mother had never wanted her.
She pats her father's back. Antonio looks up at her, eyes red and nose running. Stretching out his arms, he pulled her into a warm embrace, his tears staining the back of her neck.
"P-papa?" She asks, sniffling.
Antonio squeezes you before he lets go. Looking into your eyes, he smiles warmly, sadness clear from his face. "(Y/n), mi reina, don't worry. Papa will take care of you." He runs a hand through her hair. Smiling, she throws her arms around his neck.
"I know, Papa, you'll always take care of me~."
Holding you tightly, Antonio smiles. He may have lost the other part of his heart, but she is here to make it whole.
"Papa, it's time to get up."
I shook my dad's shoulder's trying to wake him up, though it wasn't working. Climbing onto his bed, I patted his head softly.
"Daddy? Wake up."
A tiny tear fell down his cheeks as he whispered my mother's name in his sleep. His eyes flickered open. Putting on a fake smile, he gave me a sleepy 'Good morning.'
"Hola, mi reina, how did you sleep?"
He wiped his eyes as he sat up with a grunt as his bones crackled. Watching him stretch his limbs, you answered him.
"I slept well. How about you, Daddy?"
Smiling, he ruffled my morning hair. "I slept like a tomato in a hidden patch." He chuckled a bit.
Getting up he made his way towards the kitchen, with me following close behind.
It's always been like this, ever since I can remember. Every morning, I would go to wake up my dad. Having him tear up every time before he would wake up, and always calling out for my mom. I didn't understand. Dad said that Mom left when I was three.
I'm eight now, so why doesn't he just move on? Was she really that important? Was this woman, who I don't even remember, more precious to my papa than I will ever be?
What had happened that day when she left? What happened before I was born? What made him so determined to keep her in his heart even though she clearly never wanted to be inside of it?
Lovina, tired, slowed down as it began to rain heavily down on her, soaking her entirely. She had been walking for almost forty minutes non-stop. Her hair and clothes began to hug her skin tightly, fists shaking she screamed into the night sky with tears falling down her red cheeks. Her knees buckled and scraped on the rough surface of the ground. She angrily beat at the floor, bruising and reddening her clenched hands.
"Dammit!" She screamed. "Dammit, dammit, dammit, dammit!!"
With tears entwined with the rain, she bit the inside of cheek, biting clear through the skin and making her mouth taste of iron.
"Fucking Antonio! I told him!!"
She wiped away her tears, nose running and throat beginning to dry despite the beads of blood escaping the bitten area of her cheek, as she stood and staggered to her sister's house.
Feliciana was walking out of her child's bedroom when she heard someone banging on the door. Frightened, she squeaked as she ran to open it. With shaky hands she twisted the door knob. Opening the door she saw her older sister, shaking from both and anger and the cold of the soaking rain.
"S-sorella? What are you doing here?"
Feliciana asked in concern, Lovina leaned into her sister, hands digging into her shoulders. "L-lovina!?" she screamed out. Sobbing into her chest, Lovina whispered out something incoherent.
"I left my family...I left my goddamn family!!"
She gave a muffled scream that made Feliciana flinch, arms now around her older sister's waist. Feliciana started to tear up as well, feeling the grief that her sister is going through.
Wailing into Feliciana's chest, it made Feliciana feel even worse. Her sister...H-her sister would never cry this much for anyone.
Not even when their grandfather passed on. Not even when they were split apart and had to live in different foster homes. Not even when they were both being ripped apart by the people in their lives.
Sighing, I finished Daddy's food and left the kitchen table. I was tired even though I had just got up.
Antonio turned around, seeing that his daughter had left.
"Oy! (y/n), where are you going?' he called out. Not getting a response, he scratched the back of his head. "Now where is that chica going?" Shrugging, he picked up the dishes left on the table and began to wash them.
He stared out the window, smiling, noting that spring was coming earlier than expected. He finished rinsing the dish and places it on the dish rack. Drying his hands, he went over to the radio that sat on top of the refrigerator. Turning it on, he sang along to the song that began to play.
Casually, he took the broom and began to sweep the floor, collecting dust as he passed the broom over the floor.
I was in my papa's room when I heard Papa play music . I was on his bed, petting our cat, Spain. Smiling, I slid off the king-sized bed and headed over to his dresser. Where I saw a small wooden box with small basket of tomatoes imprinted on the top.
"Here it is..."
I flipped the little hook on the side upwards. Opening it, I saw a picture of my mom and a diamond ring. "Mama..." I knew it was my mom, I knew because every time I would sleep in Papa's room, I would wake up late at night to see him staring at the box with tears in his
I took the diamond ring out and slid it onto my thumb. I examined both the picture of the woman I never met and the ring that shined like rays of sunlight. In the picture, Mama was giving a forced smile, cheeks red in embarrassment. As if she didn't want to have the picture taken.
"...What's so special about you?" I asked the picture, my eyebrows furrowed as I asked the picture again, "What's so special about you? You hurt Daddy!"
I heard Dad coming towards his room, slamming the little box shut as I ran to him. "Yes, Da-" I felt my nose being crushed. Squeaking in pain, I looked up to see Daddy looming over me.
"Are you okay, mi reina?"
"I'm fine," I said, rubbing my nose. Antonio's eyes widened when he saw something sparkling on your thumb.
"(Y-y/n)..." He grabbed a hold of your arm, seeing the diamond engagement ring that he had given to the love of his life a long time ago. Frowning, you wiggled your arm, knowing that you're in big trouble for going into that little box.
"(Y/n), w-where did y-you find t-that?" he stuttered, his lips twitching as he gave you a little smile.
Turning your head to the side, you yanked your arm back and took off the ring. You flung it to the ground, shattering it. Antonio fell to the floor, picking up the tiny shards and trying so desperately to piece them back together. Watching him do something so stupid, your tears fell to the ground like bullets.
Antonio looked at the little droplets that fell and then up at you, seeing you cry. He lunged himself onto you. Thinking that he was going to hit you, you braced yourself. Instead, he wrapped his arms around you, bringing you into a warm embrace.
"(Y-y/n), please... D-don't cry," His voice was low and comforting. Hiccupping with sobs, I wrapped my arms around him. "Esta bien... It's okay," he repeated, hands on my shoulders, he looked at me with his kind green eyes, "Now, hija, tell me. Why did you do that?"
Wiping away my tears, my throat dry, I looked at the ground in shame. "I-I..." I fell silent, then bit my lip as I looked up with anger in my eyes and fire in my words, "Why is Mommy so important to you!? Why are you obsessing over her, even though she left us!?"
Antonio was taken off guard by your sudden hollering of words, your hands clenched together, making tiny fists that began to hit him in the chest as you screamed, "WHY? Dang it, dang it, dang it, DANG IT!"
I fell to my knees, still hitting Daddy's chest, even though I became more incoherent as every hit and word went by. Antonio, smiling, chuckled as he patted my head. I looked up in shock, cheeks burning. "Daddy," I whined as I saw him beginning to lose himself in laughter. Cheeks fully red in embarrassment, I head butted him in the stomach, "Shut it!"
"Erk!" Antonio choked as he was hit in the stomach, tears pricked at the side of his eyes. He held onto his burning abdomen.
Drying your tears, you began to pout at your father, who was breathless on the floor. After a few minutes of trying to get up, Antonio chuckled as he looked at your pouting face. Pinching your cheeks he smiled widely. "Cute~..." He cooed.
You patted his hands away and began to laugh. Antonio let a memory of Lovina slip into his mind. He grinned as he remembered that something similar to this had happened before, looking down at your cheerful face. His features softened. In some ways, you were like his Lovina.
"(Y/n)," he stood up, brought you into his arms, throwing you lightly into the air. Giggling like a maniac, he began to tickle your stomach with his nose.
"Now~" he said, in between laughs, "Why don't we go watch television?~"
Lovina sat at the table with her sister and her sister's German bastard of a husband, Ludwig, who was reading the morning paper. Feliciana, busy burping her three month old infant, slid a cup of hot coffee to her sister, "Here, sorella~"
Taking it quickly, she downed it and placed it back with a loud smack. Feliciana and Ludwig stared at her. Wiping her mouth, she pushed her chair back, intending to get up.
"I'm leaving," she said.
"B-but sorella! You can't, where would you go?"
Scowling at her little sister, she flipped her hair, "I'll find my own place to stay, and
I always have that toma... tomato bastard..."
Ludwig looked up from his newspaper. Lowering his glasses, he stared at Lovina with stern eyes, "Who?"
Lovina, clenching her fists, stomped to the door without a word, and slammed it behind her.
"Zhat vent better zhan I expected," Ludwig said, flipping the page of his newspaper. Their baby began to cry as it became silent and lonely.
"There, there," Feliciana hushed her little baby,
"Vhat is Lovina going to do now zhat she doesn't have Antonio?"
Feliciana frowned, "S-she has Sadiq."
I sat in my father's lap, the television set flashing the bright colors of the show that was being broadcasted. My dad was running his fingers through my hair, trying to tame the little knots that were in it. We both were smiling as our favorite character came onto the screen and laughed when he acted silly.
When the show ended, a commercial popped on the screen. It was an advertisement for Mother's day. I felt Daddy tense up as it was playing out.
"Are you okay?" I asked him.
He shook his head, "I'm fine."
I looked at him, knowing that he was lying. I turned back to the screen and asked, "...Daddy? What's it like to celebrate Mother's day?" A-and when is it?"
As I was growing up, I never got to celebrate such a holiday. If I mentioned it, Daddy would've gotten sad. So at an early age, I learned to keep my mouth shut and not mention her. Though, nowadays, it was getting harder and harder to avoid the subject.
"Well," my dad's voice knocked me out of my thoughts, "You see, (y/n)..." I felt his hand on my head, "Mother's day..." Antonio swallowed loudly, "Mother's day is a day when you show how much you love your mother and shower her with love and presents."
"So... like Thanksgiving?"
He chuckled, "Ah, something like that." He reached over to the remote and clicked the power off button.
"You know what?" He picked me up again, this time with a grunt, "Let's celebrate Mother's day a little late this year."
I nodded my head, "Okay!~"
Lovina, sitting with one leg on top of the other, enjoyed a cup of coffee on her terrace. She watched as the birds flew across the deep blue sky, the breeze toying with her curly strands of hair. She admired days such as this.
Sadiq, leaning against the door frame with a cup of his own, watched his wife. Lovina noticing his gaze, scowled at the man, "What the fuck are you staring at?" She hissed, glaring at the man.
"You know," he said, strolling over to where she was sitting at. Bending over to wrap his arms around her, he whispered into her ear, "Today's Mother's day."
Lovina, red faced and scowling, dug her nails into Sadiq's arms until he let go with a scream.
"That hurt!" He rubbed the places on his arms that were pinched.
"I told you to never touch me!"
Smirking, Sadiq stood back, "What's with you all of a sudden?"
Scowl breaking, Lovina turned her head with a blush spread across her tan cheeks, "It's nothing, okay? Goddamn it, leave me alone!"
Annoyed, Sadiq kept pushing her, "Don't tell me you're thinking about...them."
Lovina turned stiff and groaned as Sadiq narrowed his eyes at her. How did he always know what she was thinking? She had no idea.
"So what if I am, stupid Bastardo?"
"You're worried about her..."
Sadiq rubbed his temple. He knew that what happened in the past with Antonio and (y/n), would be permanently engraved in her memories. Taking a seat next to her, he tried to hold her hand. When she pushed him away, that's when he put more force into his 'kind' expression of love. Hand over hers, he tried to look into her eyes.
"H-how wouldn't I be, you fucking asshole?" She muttered out.
Sadiq sighed, leaning back on his chair. He crossed his arms and, looking up at the sky, he smiled, "We were only kids back then, and stupid enough to let such a thing happen."
Lovina grumbled, still tomato red, "Then that Antonio had to show up, and make matters worse."
Sadiq closed his eyes as the memory flooded his thoughts.
Lovina's body was shaking. Her lungs felt tight, as she couldn't maintain the amount of air that was kept in her. She stared at the pregnancy test in front of her, the little pink cross laughing and teasing her. Angry, she threw it on the ground with as much force she could muster up. Her hands went to her eyes as she cried tears of sadness. Leaning against the wall, she slid to the floor, "H-how..."
"Lovina, are you okay?"
Panicking, she crawled to hide the pregnancy. Opening the bathroom window, she flung the little tattle-tale out of it and ran to the door. She opened it enough for her to see who was behind it, "What the fuck you want, Antonio?"
Antonio, who was smiling cheerfully, tried to pry the door even wider, "Are you okay mi reina?~" He asked, "I heard a few weird noises." He blinked when he saw her face red as Santa Clause's rump. Cupping her cheeks, he leaned in closer, "Lovi?"
Lovina tried to form words, but just couldn't. Realizing the Spaniard was inches away from her, she screamed while head-butting him in the stomach.
"ARK!" Antonio fell to the floor in pain.
Lovina made a dash to the door, "I'M FINE, LEAVE-A ME ALONE!!"
Confused, Antonio rubbed his burning stomach "...Eh?"
Sadiq's jaw fell to the floor in shock while Lovina nodded.
Her eye twitched, "Is that all you can say!!?" She prodded her finger into his chest.
Sadiq didn't even flinch as he was still trying to let the words sink in.
Scolding him, Lovina was taken by surprise when Sadiq sent the palm of his hand across her face. Falling to the floor, Lovina touched her cheek that stung with pain, her lips quivered as she stared up at the Turk.
"Are you going to tell him?"
She shivered when his cold words hit her. Swallowing loudly she shook her head, "N-no!"
Sadiq, growling, picked her up by her collar and brought her up to his eye level.
"Then get rid of it."
"He would've been a great father..." Sadiq whispered. Lovina looked at him and punched him in the arm.
"S-shut it, jerk-hole!!" She huffed, burying herself in her chair. After a little while, she whispered, "...Do you think... D-do you think she knows?..." Lovina's eyes turned dull.
Sadiq's ears perked at her words. Standing up with a grunt, Sadiq walked away leaving Lovina alone to ponder.
"I doubt it," he said without looking back, "I doubt that idiot could even tell her..."
Antonio, still not believing what his soon to be fiancé was saying, stuttered, "W-we're pregnant?"
Lovina nodded sadly. Smiling from ear to ear, he ran over to her. Grabbing her from the waist, he lifted her up into the air, making her squeak.
"LET ME DOWN!!"
"I can't believe it!~ We're pregnant!~" The happy Spaniard cheered.
Lovina kicked him in the face which made him quickly let her go. Getting the wrinkles out of her clothes, she folded her arms.
Holding onto his now broken nose, Antonio still smiled, "Why aren't you happy, Lovi? We're going to have a baby together!~"
Antonio's smile fell when he heard someone laugh at him, spinning his head he saw Sadiq. Laughing at him, narrowing his eyes he glared at the Turkish man.
"Demonios, what are you doing here, Sadiq?"
"Just visiting Lovina."
Antonio's words were ripped right out of his mouth when he saw Lovina run to Sadiq and the tall Turk throw an arm around her shoulder.
"L-lovina? W-what are you doing?" he asked, lips twitching, his smile trying to fight its way back to his features.
Lovina, in shame, looked at Sadiq, "I-It's not yours..."
"W-what?" Antonio took a step forward, hand reaching out to her, "What d-do you mean?"
Sadiq scowled, "Exactly what she said, you idiot." He brought Lovina closer to him.
"I-It's not yours... I-it's Sadiq's...."
Antonio's word fell apart as he heard the last word of Lovina's sentence, 'Sadiq.' His knees buckled.
Sadiq turned Lovina around and said, "Let's go." The two were leaving when Antonio shot out his hand, getting up he ran over to them.
"WAIT!" He yelled out when he reached Lovina, "Wait!! P-please..." His words became shaky, "P-please, don't l-leave me, L-lovina. Te amo... Please!" He looked at Lovina's sad eyes as they dripped bitter regrets. Sadiq, tired of all the commotion, pushed him to the ground. "Let's go." His voice turned gruff.
"N-no," she spoke, "Wait..." Getting out of his grip, she ran to Antonio but only made it halfway before Sadiq pulled her into his grasp once again.
"I'M NOT GETTING RID OF MY BABY! I WANT TO BE WITH ANTONIO!!" She threw her head back, hitting Sadiq in the nose.
"B-bitch!" He yelled, holding his nose.
Free, she ran towards him, opening his arms, Antonio took her in.
"Lovina..." He said tenderly.
Antonio dug his face into her brown curls, admiring her sweet fragrance. Sadiq grimaced, eyes burning with rage as he confronted them. Making Antonio glare at him while shielding Lovina, he said, "Listen." His voice was demanding, "You want the brat that much?"
"Not you, Lovina. The kid." He placed his hands in his pockets, "You want the kid that badly?" he asked again.
Antonio nodded tirelessly, "OF COURSE!"
"Then, let's make a deal. You can keep Lovina and the brat..."
Antonio smiled widely when he heard him.
"But," Sadiq glowered, "When the kid turns three, Lovina is mine, since it was my child."
Lovina was about to beat Sadiq but was stopped by Antonio agreeing to his deal.
Lovina looked at him. "W-what?" She tried to laugh, thinking it was a joke. Antonio gave
Lovina a kiss and, taking her in his arms, he carried her away from Sadiq.
The Turkish man smirked, "I'll see you soon, Lovina."
"What are we making, Daddy?"
I looked at the bowl that was being filled with different types of flours, sugars, and sweets. Antonio grabbed a spoon and began to mix the different ingredients together.
"Un Pastel!~" He smiled sweetly.
"A-a cake?" I asked.
"I never made a cake before! Is it going to come out yummy?" I was standing close to my dad as he mixed.
"Si, porque esta hecho de mi corazon~" Antonio laughed when a bit of batter splattered on his cheek. Licking it off, he said it again. "It will, because it's made from my heart." He gave me the spoon and let me stir. Hands on my shoulders, he leaned against me,
"Because, (y/n), my heart made it."
He kissed my cheeks, making me giggle, "Dad!~" I laughed.
"Te amo, my hija!~" He rubbed his cheek against mine.
Giggling, I put down the spoon and turned around to throw my arms around his waist, "I love you too, Daddy!~"