Apathy

37| Reunion

A S T R A E A

It has been days since we found them and ever since they went into a coma. We called the rest of our family back in Italy to inform them of the recent event and they flew to new york on the same day. Grandma was in tears as we announced to her that her beloved husband was still alive.

Weeks have past but they are still not responding to the treatment as rapidly as they should. But I still had hope. I don't give up.

We were all thrilled to have them back. I wanted them to wake up so I could hug the shit out of Santi and I wanted to know my grandfather, the person I am always told that I resemble.

I knew that my parents even Ma and Pa were hiding something. We agreed that we will talk about everything that happened before going on the mission after grandpa and Santi get better. I have been avoiding them because I didn't know what to do or what to feel.

I couldn't get my mind off of the newfound news. We haven't discussed it yet but I couldn't help but wonder and search. I was curious and I need to know more so I did some digging of my own and I even hired a private investigator but everything leads to a blocked road. I wanted the truth but I couldn't find it on my own so I had no choice but to wait.

I could see that my brothers were also distracted by the information. They wanted to know more. They wanted to unravel the truth. But there was no double standard. They also had to wait.

I had been staying at the hospital for the last couple of nights but today Nico forced me to go back home and rest. I had planned to shower first but sleep overtook me and I fell asleep on my bed.

Now, I had just woken up so I rapidly hopped in the shower wanting to get the hospital smell off of me. The warm water made contact with my skin and my tense muscles instantly relaxed. I listen to music while doing my usual routine.

Getting out of the shower I put a towel around me and sat on my bed where Nico was laying.

"Come here, baby" He gestures for me to come closer as he took my brush and starts running it through my hair, slowly and carefully brushing them.

"Thank you" I whispered gratefully

"You are welcome, mon Etoile. Your hair smells amazing" He smiled at me lovingly. I giggle pecking his lip.

"Get dressed. I will make you something to eat" he said before kissing my forehead and getting up. I sigh nodding.

I grabbed one of my grey sweatpants and Rome's Balenciaga hoodie that I stole a few weeks ago. I pulled my hair in a messy bun and I wore Nike slippers that I paired with white socks. I look fucking homeless.

I accidentally glanced at the mirror and instantly regret it. Under my eyes, dark bags were evident. My lips were dry. My face was dehydrated. My eyes were dull.

I looked so fucking exhausted. Hell, I am fucking exhausted.

I sign turning around, I made my way downstairs. The fresh odor of the cooking immediately hit my nose. Here stood Nico making me paella. A Spanish dish my mother had been teaching him and my brothers how to make over the last few weeks. And I can assure you that he makes it almost better than mom. Almost.

He put two plates in front of us. One for me and the other for him. I took the first but and moaned in delight "it's delicious, Nico" I complimented his cooking

There was nothing hotter than a man who knows his way around the kitchen.

"Not as delicious as you though" he smirked making me blush