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landed on Aaron, traveling from his head to his feet and back up again, while
she shook her head with a mix of awe and skepticism.
I thought I had seen that start of a smirk on Aaron’s lips inching higher,
which earned him a questioning look from me.
“I know what grande means.” That little bend of his lips was there until
he turned to my mother, squaring his expression. “I appreciate your concern,
Cristina. But we will be perfectly fine, sleeping here. Muchas gracias por
todo de nuevo.”
Together with my mother’s, my jaw almost dropped to the floor for the
second time today. The first time had been earlier in the airport, where I had
first learned that Aaron did speak enough Spanish to introduce himself to my
parents in my mother tongue. With barely an accent.
Quickly after, and while my jaw stayed right where it was, the grin that
was reserved for a very limited number of people came alive in Mamá’s face.
Then, I watched her release a breath, half-wonder and half-resignation.
As if she was fine to accept Aaron’s statement without putting up any kind of
fight as long as he kept talking in Spanish. Which was something she
reserved for very few too.
My very lucky and very much fake boyfriend gifted her with a polite
smile.
“Catalina doesn’t take that much space anyway,” Aaron suddenly said.
“We will find a way to snuggle in. Right, bollito?”
My head swirled in his direction. “Yes,” I gritted out. “We will snuggle
right in.”
Promising myself he’d pay for that later, I looked at my dad in horror.
Much to my dismay, I found him grinning. My mom, on the other hand, just
nodded, her eyes bouncing from Aaron to me, assessing our difference in size
and height.
Which, thankfully, wouldn’t be a problem. The convenient apartment that
my parents rented during the high season to vacationers had two bedrooms.
Just like everything about the flat, the rooms were small and functional with
only what was strictly necessary. But that meant that we, Aaron and I,
wouldn’t be doing any snuggling. We were not even going to be sharing a
room.
Thank the heavens.
Which reminded me, it was time for my parents to leave.
“Okay, you two. Thank you, but this is enough of a welcome,” I said,