"So how many cupcakes do you have to make for the Fourth of July party?" Rafael asked.
"At least 150. I'm not happy about it but at least I think it's fun," I smiled.
"Are you going to have the time to?" He rubbed my shoulders.
"I mean I hope so. I would hate not to. You know I love the compliments I get with my baking," I giggled.
"Well I mean you are very good at it, so you deserve all the compliments." He kissed my head.
"Thanks. So you are coming to the party right? I mean you don't have anything else going on, right?" I bit my lip. He has been slammed with work.
In the summer people go crazy and more people get hurt. I hate that. It makes me sick. I had always thought about going back to the Special Victims Unit. I couldn't go back before, and now I don't think I'll ever go back. Especially after what happened to me.
Therapy has gone well and I do go at least once every week. I have to or else I start to feel overwhelmed.
"I would not miss it for the world. I mean you are going to be wearing a tight white dress, and I can't wait to see you in that." He started kissing me.
"Oh yeah?" I shut my eyes as his lips trailed my neck.
"Yeah," he undid my pants.
"I want you to do me dirty on the floor or any where in this house," I begged.
"Only if you ask nicely," he smirked grabbing my breast.
"Por favor Papi," I begged. He is such an ass and I don't know why he does this to me.
He started to undo his belt when his phone rang. I groaned loudly. His phone has been ringing a lot when he's home. It's usually because they need him. It's like he's a fricking doctor or something. I hate it.
"Barba," he snapped. He has a boner and is very pissed. I couldn't help but laugh a little.
He cut me a look so I gave him one back. He softened up and laid his head on my stomach.
"What to you mean?" He sighed. "Yes she can but- no, she's probably doing it to get out of the- shut up for a minute. She can do it but she's probably doing it because of the charges she's facing. I mean she's looking at life in a federal prison. She is going to wish for death in there. A jury will not believe- fine I'll come in. I'm just saying you're wasting your time," he hung up.
"What was that about?" I asked.
"It was about something that I will explain later, because I need to go now," he sighed getting up.
"Alright, sounds good. I'll see you later? I'll get you, or make you dinner," I smiled. He finally smiled. He pulled me in for a hug.
"That would actually be wonderful. I'll see you," he left.
I called up Mel and we decided to go out to dinner.
