I lay around in lingerie on my couch with facial cream on my face and my hair is tied back, until I hear a ring on the phone. Hola Buena tardé. I mutter in Spanish incase of spam. oooooh my nephew! hello my love what do you need? i ask sweetly with a tinge of possessiveness. your mom what? wait... she WHAT?! my hand slams on the coffee table NO SHE DIDNT!

later that day, you hear your mom arguing Pasa, all I said was that the boy doesnt need to be there all the time!

El Condor Pasa: girl, dont say shit to me! youre SO lucky im five Paloma's in otherwise id drive over there and grab him myself~ BRING ME ÉL NINO!

and just like that, I watch your car pull up and you hop out of the back and your mom drives up. I sigh with relief. oh Mi amoŕ...