Rosa

"I still cannot believe you two thought I was suicidal." I set the knife down on the counter.

Ana tapped something on her phone and The Lion King soundtrack started playing again. I rolled my eyes.

"We should get a cat and name it Scar." She smiled at me.

"We already have a dog, and I didn't want him in the first place. We're not getting another pet."

Spice made a noise that made him sound annoyed. I sighed. "Yes, I know you prefer my mother. At least I haven't put you in the pound." I started to cut an onion. "Yet."

Ana gasped. "Don't threaten him like that."

"When I talk to him because I'm bored it's weird because he doesn't understand me, but when I threaten him jokingly it's mean?" I dumped the sliced onions into the pot.

"He's just a baby," She pouted.

"He is already decomposing." I countered. "If my mother told me he was born in the 1800s, I would believe her."

"Now, that's just mean." She huffed. "I'm cutting you off."

"Good luck with that." I smiled at her. "On the note of babies though, I scheduled you an appointment."

"When?" She jumped up. "Really?"

"Next week." I sighed. "But you're going to have to calm the hell down."

My phone rang as if on cue. Ana answered it before I could even reach it.

"Morning, Ronan." She put the phone on speaker.

"It's seven PM."

"I knew that." Ana looked at me pleadingly, her face red with embarrassment.

"I'm making dinner, what do you want?" I took the phone.

"Remember the Rivera guy that like destroyed everything?"

I glared at the screen. "Yes, Ronan. I do."

"Have you seen his headshots?"

"Is this business related or do you have a crush?" I sighed.

"I'd like to call it foreign relations."

Ana made a grabbing motion at the phone. I handed it to her.

"Spill." She pressed the FaceTime button.

Ronan's face and bare chest filled the screen. I rolled my eyes. "Do you own a shirt Fairbain?"

"I just got out of the shower. Calm it." He flipped the camera and showed me his lower half, revealing that he was only wearing a towel.

"You called my wife before you bothered to put pants on? Should I be concerned?" Ana grinned.

I glared at her. "I'm glad you find this funny"

She gave me a soft smile. My glare faltered. She knew exactly how to work me.

"Deeply concerned. I am madly in love with your wife." Ronan smiled at her.

Ana nodded. "That's alright, I can share."

I nearly threw up in my mouth.

"Anyways," Ana continued. "Tell me about your new boyfriend."

"Have you seen his headshots?"

"No," She smiled and looked to me. "Can I go look, or am I going to be traumatized?"

"They crucified him, but that wasn't very graphic. You can probably look." I shrugged.

"Yeah, I'll let you find those headshots for me later." She turned to Ronan. "You have a crush on the second coming of Jesus?"

"That feels insensitive." I heard Ronan cringe.

"Okay, mafia leader." She rolled her eyes. "Oh! Did I tell you were getting a cat? Naming him Scar, too."

"Anastasia." I didn't bother to glance up as I heard the soft sounds of retreating footsteps.

I glanced at Spice, who seemed to be glaring at me. "At least I'm not one cough away from death."

He lurched forward at that exact moment, he could've been coughing or gagging. I wasn't sure. But whatever it was, it was out of spite.

I walked over to him and lifted him up. "Fine, I didn't mean it." I sighed. "Why do I keep talking to you?"

He let out a soft whine. It was probably because of how I was holding him. But the perverted part of my brain that liked talking to him, also thought that he was upset about Mother.

I set him down. "We'll go visit her soon. I promise."