Imagines/One Shots

Rafael Barba

Jealous Barba tells you he loves you for the first time in a long time:

You were at the local diner with one of your old school mates. John always had a crush on you, but knew you were with the hottest ADA in town. 

Rafael Barba was his name. He was a second generation Cuban-American, and oh boy when he spoke in his native language it was sexy. Rafi, as you called him, was the jealous type. If a guy even glared at you for a second he'd get jealous. His face turned red like a cherry tomato, his eyes grew small, and his smile turned into a grimace. He didn't like it when you got attention from other men, and you knew it. So you knew what to expect when out in public. His arm was always around your waist with a grip so tight you thought for sure he'd leave bruises.

So why were you with John? You had to be. It was an important "meeting", or so he claimed it was. John always tried getting you alone. Usually it never worked, but today you had no choice. He offered lunch and you decided it wasn't that bad of an idea. You were hungry and knew it was going to be strictly business. You hoped that was the cause of the sudden lunch. 

He was a gentleman. He pulled your chair out and pushed you in. He ordered your drinks for you and never spoke out when it wasn't his turn. His eyes were focused on your loose blouse. Although it was hugging your body it showed off your cleavage pretty well. You only wore it because you knew how much Rafi loved seeing your breasts poke out from your shirt. He also loved how your butterfly tattoo peaked out as well. It was a cheesy eleventh grade tattoo but he loved the meaning behind it. 

You got to business or so you thought. You felt his feet hitting yours. You were getting annoyed since your pumps were brand new. Rafi bought them last week for your seventh anniversary. He could see you were getting slightly annoyed by the look on your face. He didn't care. He wanted to break you. 

"John, would you stop kicking my foot?" 

You asked. 

"Oh sorry." 

He said. You doubted he was. 

"It's alright." 

He cleared his throat. 

"So, you are probably wondering why we're here." 

He smirked as you answered.

"For lunch and to talk business?" 

You fixed your necklace as he placed his menu down. 

"Yes and no. I wanted to know if you'd go on a business trip with Melissa, Joan and I?"

Something about it sounded fishy. You knew how Rafi would feel. You also felt as if he were going to play some trick on you three girls.

"Is there any of the guys coming?" 

You asked as he ordered an appetizer. Something which was odd since no one did that with such limited time.

"Yeah, Greg, Tony, Parker, and Alex are coming. It's for a conference." 

You rolled your eyes. You hated them. Conferences meant you had to spend days away from your love. 

"Um, I'll talk to my husband about it." 

You ordered your garden salad as he took a sip of his coke. 

"I never knew you had to ask permission to go out somewhere." 

He was being very ignorant now. 'Rafi wasn't the boss of me.' You thought to yourself. You also got very annoyed with his comment. You were going to set him straight about it. You and Rafi always informed each other when big conferences came about or when he had outside jobs in another state.