𝘙 𝘢 𝘲 𝘶 𝘦 𝘭 𝘭 𝘦
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Raquelle walked into the Diaz residence at 9 in the morning with Dior. Monse had woken her up and the ass crack of dawn to get her hair and makeup done. Their flight left at 11:30 but she knew Carlos would sleep through his alarm.
Surprisingly, he was up. He looked like he had risen from the dead but he was up nonetheless.
Cesar walked out his room and she couldn't help but laugh. "Look at yo head, oh my god." She pointed and he playfully rolled his eyes.
"Haha." He laughed sarcastically. "Help me tie this." He hand her his tie. She nodded, wrapping it around his neck. Carlos came up next to her, his hoodie pulled over his head and suitcase in hand.
"I called the uber." He mumbled, watching intently as she tied the tie while picking up Dior.
"Ok." She replied. "There you go." She backed away from Cesar, smiling at her work. He thanked her before rushing out the door.
"You look dead." She told Carlos.
"I know you not talking. Look at them bags." He pointed out making her swat his hand away.
Raquelle's phone began to ring. She pulled it out her pocket and answered seeing it was her mom.
"Hi mami." She smiled. "No, we're waiting on the uber right now."
"What? You need to be at the airport."
"Ma, the plane doesn't board until 11:30. We're good." She sighed. Carlos tapped her shoulder before showing that the uber had arrived.
She nodded and he grabbed her suitcase from her while she grabbed Dior. They walked outside and Carlos put their bags in trunk.
"Ok, ok. We're on the way— no I'm not gonna miss the flight." Raquelle kissed her teeth. "Bye mami." She quickly hung up on her mom.
Carlos got in the car and the uber pulled off. "She gon' beat my ass for that later." She mumbled as she laid her head on the window. He chuckled before getting on his phone.
The drive to the airport was about forty-five minutes. When they got there, they went through security easily and were now at the gate.
Carlos laid on Raquelle shoulder, fast asleep while Dior laid across her lap. "Yes mami. I'm at the gate." She sighed, back on the phone with her mom again.
"I don't care that you're pregnant, I'll fuck your little ass up. Don't get smart." Jaqueline threatened.
Raquelle couldn't help but laugh because her mom's accent made everything funnier.
"I'll fuck your little ass up." She mocked. "No more locked doors."
Jaqueline began laughing as well. "I'm hanging up. Let me know when the plane lands. I love you."
"Ok, love you more." Raquelle smiled before hanging up. Not too long after that, they were called to board the plane. Carlos put Dior in his carrier before they boarded the plane. Once they found their row they sat down, Carlos by the window.
Raquelle put Dior's carrier under the seat before lifting up the arm rest and laying on Carlos.
"I have a bad feeling about today." She told him.
Carlos looked down at her in confusion. "Whatchu mean?" He asked her. " I don't know, I had it this morning when I was helping Monse get ready and now it's coming back. Maybe I'm just paranoid." She sighed.
His eyes widened. "Why you telling me this after we got on plane? I hope this shit don't crash."
"Calm down. We're gonna be fine." She reassured him, her eyes slowly closing as she drifted off to sleep.
Carlos stared at her in shock. "Rah?" He shook her slightly but she didn't move. "Raquelle?" He shook her again but she just took a deep breath, falling into a deep sleep.
"This girl just went to sleep— man hell nah..."
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"It's cold as fuck." Carlos complained as he zipped up the north face puffer jacket that Raquelle bought for him.
She laughed in his face, seeing that his nose was turning red. "I told you it was cold. Look at the snow." She pointed out as she pulled his hoodie over his beanie.
"I'on know how the fuck you lived up here." He groaned, hugging himself trying to find some source of heat.
She just shook her head at him, picking Dior up out his carrier.
"My baby likes the cold. Ain't that right, papa?" She smiled as she rubbed over his head.
"He cursing you out in his head. I bet it was warm in that bag." Carlos muttered. Raquelle rolled her eyes before noticing her mom's car pull up. They walked up to the car and Jaqueline and Fanum got out.
"My baby." She walked past Raquelle and over to Carlos.
Raquelle jaw dropped. "Excuse me."
"Ma, she keep laughing at me. Knowing I'm not used to the cold." Carlos whined as he hugged Jaqueline and they rocked side to side.
"Wowww." Raquelle dragged. "I'ma remember that." She turned to her brother who went straight for Dior.
"Vamos, let's get you warmed up." Jaqueline ushered Carlos towards the backseat of her black cadillac suburban. He gladly got in the car.
"Ma!" Raquelle exclaimed. Jaqueline turned around after shutting the door. "Hi mi vida." She held her arms out for a hug. Raquelle rolled her eyes but gave her a hug. "You fake."
"I missed you, mamita." Jaqueline hugged her daughter tightly, being that she hasn't seen her in months.
"I missed you too." Raquelle smiled brightly before pulling away.
"Ma, we cold. Let's go!" Fanum exclaimed from the passenger seat. He had got in after putting their bags in the trunk. Carlos rolled down his window from the backseat. "Yeah!"
The girls got in and Jaqueline drove them back to her penthouse in manhattan.The ride was around thirty minutes and the only thing on Raquelle's mind was her bed.
She's missed her big comfy california king size mattress.
Jaqueline pulled into the parking garage before turning off the car. While the boys got the suitcases out the trunk, Raquelle and her mom hurried into the elevator.
Jaqueline held her foot in the door way as the boys walked in before scanning a key card which then led them up to the penthouse.
Raquelle admired the view, having missed it.
Finally reaching the 75th floor, the doors opened to reveal the foyer. Raquelle smiled brightly, kicking off her shoes at the door and running upstairs to her room. She stripped from her two jackets and beanie before flopping backwards onto her bed.
"My bed!" She squealed making a snow angel in her comforter. Carlos pushed open the door, rolling both their suitcases in.
"Damn, you left this for ghetto?" He asked as he looked around her room.
"Involuntarily and now I'm stuck there because of this baby. It's all your fault." She threw a pillow at him. He caught it and threw it back.
"You the one that said n—."
"Ok, ok. I think we know what I said." She quickly cut him off as she sat up. "Come lay with me."
He shrugged and unzipped his jacket. He placed it on her vanity chair before climbing on the bed and lying next to her.
"You're stuck with me for two whole weeks." She smirked.
"I see you every day, mama." He chuckled, wrapping his arms around her. "I know but now if you get mad, you can't go home." She laughed.
The two ended up falling asleep, exactly how they were for the next five or so hours and it was now pushing eleven o'clock.
Fanum slammed the door open making his sister's eyes shoot open. "Ma asked if y'all was hungry. She ordered some food." He stated loudly.
"Learn how to fucking knock." She told him. "Fuck you so loud for?"
"Don't get smart with me, I'll fuck your lil ass up." He threatened. Raquelle rolled her eyes. "You sound just like mami." She groaned. "I'll fuck your lil ass up."
"Just get yo big hungry ass downstairs and tell her what you want." With that being said, he walked out the room.
"I know he ain't calling me big." She mumbled, sitting up. "I am hungry though,"
Raquelle shook Carlos awake and they both made their way downstairs.
"Why you two still into those clothes?" Jaqueline asked as she set the food down on the table.
"We fell asleep." Carlos answered, seeing Raquelle was paying no attention. Jaqueline nodded and took the food out the bags.
Carlos felt his phone vibrating in his hoodie pocket. He reached in with his free hand and pulled it out. He tapped the green button seeing that it was Cesar calling.
"Hello." He answered. Confusion spread across his face as all he was hearing were sirens.
"Hello—."
"Olivia died."
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𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒?
𝐀/𝐍: welp, that's the end of season 1. i'm gonna do a time skip to season three because i'm tired of her being pregnant.