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MARISOL AND MILA WERE IN THE KITCHEN MAKING THEIR dad breakfast for Father's Day. Amidst the whirlwind of the past month and a half, Marisol and Mila found themselves in need of a break. With Terry in jail and Miyagi-Fang temporarily on pause, gearing up for the upcoming Tai-Kai training, they recognized the importance of taking a step back.

Despite the anticipation of training resuming in the near future, the two friends embraced this temporary respite. It was a moment for them to recharge, to breathe amid the lingering echoes of recent events. The break offered a chance to gather themselves, mentally and physically, before diving back into the intense world of martial arts and the challenges it brought.

On Father's Day, Marisol and Mila rose early, determined to surprise their dad with breakfast in bed. As they tiptoed into the kitchen, careful not to disturb his slumber, Marisol took charge of mixing the pancake batter, while Mila set the table and brewed a fresh pot of coffee. The quiet hum of morning preparations filled the air as they worked together to create a special and heartwarming start to their dad's day.

"Mars, what are we doing again for daddy?" Mila inquired, looking over at Marisol who was busy making pancakes. Marisol turned her head over her shoulder, a warm smile on her face. "We're gonna wake him up with breakfast, then we're gonna take him to a drag racing event. After that, we'll come home, do family game night, and then we're gonna watch a family-made movie of when we were little," Marisol explained, the excitement and love for their Father's Day plans evident in her voice.

Mila snapped her head over to her sister quickly. "There's a movie of us?" she asked, a bit of shock in her tone, making Marisol nod in response. "Yeah, Dad was filming us when we were little and was planning to put it all into a movie, and he did... Do you not remember?" Marisol furrowed her eyebrows as Mila shook her head in surprise.

"Oh, and no boyfriends. Only Dad and girls' day. Not even Natasha is gonna be here. She won't be home until late. She's working on a case," Marisol reiterated, underscoring the importance of dedicating the day solely to family. Mila nodded in understanding, absorbing the details of the plan. "Okay, no Eli and Anthony," she affirmed, recognizing the significance of preserving this Father's Day as an exclusive family celebration, free from external distractions.

Marisol's lips curled into a mischievous grin. "So, you're finally admitting you guys are together?" she exclaimed with playful enthusiasm, savoring the moment. A noticeable red tint bloomed on Mila's cheeks, a silent admission evident in her bashful expression. "Yes..." she trailed off, the word carrying a mix of shyness and confirmation, as if unveiling a well-kept secret. The exchange captured a shared sisterly joy in teasing and celebrating Mila's newfound relationship.

Marisol dropped the spatula with a clatter, her eyes widening in excitement. She skipped over to Mila with a joyful squeal. "This is your first boyfriend! How are you not jumping up and down?" she exclaimed, a mixture of surprise and enthusiasm in her tone.

Mila, however, shrugged, her expression contemplative. "I don't know... I like him. I do, and I'm so happy that I'm with him... but I feel like I can't fully grasp that emotion and understand it," she confessed, revealing a mix of happiness and a thoughtful introspection about the complexities of her newfound relationship. The sisters' exchange captured the intricate blend of emotions that come with navigating the world of romance.

Marisol's face furrowed in concern as she took Mila's hands gently. "Mila," she said, her voice carrying a mix of care and worry, "You might have depression. That's a sign," she expressed, recognizing potential signs of emotional struggle in her sister.

Mila hesitated, grappling with the weight of Marisol's observation. "I don't know... let's talk about this another day, okay? It's Dad's day," she suggested, trying to redirect the focus to the celebration at hand while acknowledging the need for a more in-depth conversation about her emotions. The sisters stood, hands intertwined, navigating the delicate balance between addressing personal concerns and honoring the special occasion with their father.

Marisol nodded thoughtfully. "You're right," she acknowledged, releasing her sister's hand. Turning back to the pancake preparations, she continued the culinary task at hand. "Should we make blueberry pancakes or chocolate chip?" Marisol asked, considering the breakfast options for their Father's Day surprise.

Mila sighed, strolling over to inspect the pancake batter. She inhaled the aroma, allowing the enticing scent to guide her decision. "Blueberry, definitely," Mila declared, her choice made with a mix of anticipation and a certainty that the burst of blueberries would add the perfect touch to their Father's Day celebration.

After a few minutes of preparation, the pancake batter was ready, and Marisol expertly started cooking the pancakes on the griddle. Meanwhile, Mila sliced up some fresh fruit to accompany the main dish. Once the pancakes were done, they skillfully arranged them on a tray, adding a touch of elegance with a vase of flowers they had picked from the garden. The thoughtful presentation was a fitting addition to their Father's Day surprise, showcasing both their culinary efforts and the beauty of their shared moments.

"Okay, let's go wake him up," Marisol declared with a wide grin, a sense of anticipation in the air. The two sisters carefully carried the tray upstairs, a carefully crafted assortment of breakfast delights in tow. Upon reaching their dad's bedroom, they gently knocked on the door. "Dad, happy Father's Day!" they called out in unison.

George, still rubbing his eyes, stirred from his slumber. As he sat up in bed and caught sight of the tray adorned with pancakes and coffee, a genuine smile lit up his face. "Wow, you two are the best," he exclaimed, his joy and gratitude evident in the warmth of his words. The heartfelt Father's Day surprise had achieved its intended effect, bringing smiles and happiness to their dad's morning.

They chatted and ate breakfast together, savoring the special moment as a family. "All right, so where are you taking me on this very special day?" George questioned, a curious gleam in his eye. The two sisters shared a mischievous look. "You'll see," Marisol replied, maintaining the element of surprise, creating an air of anticipation for the day's unfolding adventures. The family bond deepened with each shared smile and moment, turning Father's Day into a celebration to be cherished.

MARISOL DROVE THEM THERE. It was an hour drive, but the anticipation made it well worth the journey. Marisol, Mila, and their dad George arrived at the stands of the drag racing event. They found seats near the front, ensuring they had a prime view of the track. Marisol looked around, absorbing the lively atmosphere of the crowded arena. The roar of the engines echoed through the air, accompanied by the enthusiastic cheers of the crowd, creating an electric ambiance that added to the excitement of their special Father's Day outing.

Mila's excitement was palpable as she fidgeted in her seat, unable to contain her anticipation for the upcoming race. She turned to Marisol, her eyes gleaming with enthusiasm. "I can't believe we're actually here! This is going to be so cool!" she exclaimed, her words bubbling with pure joy. Marisol responded with a warm smile, sharing in her sister's excitement. "Yeah, it's going to be awesome," she agreed.

As they immersed themselves in the atmosphere, Marisol gently added a practical touch, "But don't forget to wear your earplugs. These cars can get pretty loud." It was a sisterly reminder to ensure that they could fully enjoy the exhilarating experience without the risk of being overwhelmed by the roaring engines.

Their dad, George, chuckled reassuringly. "Don't worry, Marisol. I made sure to bring extra earplugs for all of us," he said, displaying his thoughtful preparation for the outing. As they settled into their seats, Marisol sensed that her dad appeared quieter than usual. Picking up on this, she nudged him gently and asked, "Are you okay, Dad?" Her concerned inquiry sought to uncover any unspoken thoughts or emotions he might be carrying on this special Father's Day outing. The exchange reflected the close-knit dynamic of the family, where each member cared for the others' well-being.

George glanced at his daughters, a sigh escaping his lips. "I'm alright, just a tad nervous. Back in the day, I used to race cars, but it's been ages since I've been to an event like this." Mila's eyes widened in surprise, her voice filled with excitement. "Seriously? You used to race cars? That's so awesome!"

George's smile grew wider as he watched the excitement radiating from his daughters. "Oh, it was quite the adventure, let me tell you!" he exclaimed, his eyes sparkling with nostalgia. "Back in the day, I used to race cars on those dusty tracks, feeling the roar of the engines and the rush of adrenaline. It was like flying on wheels!" Mila's eyes widened in awe, her voice filled with admiration. "That's incredible, Dad! No wonder you love cars so much. It's in your blood!" she exclaimed, her excitement mirrored by Marisol, who couldn't help but laugh at her sister's enthusiasm.

George nodded, a warm glow of pride filling his chest. "You got it, Mila. It's a passion that never really fades away. And seeing your excitement reminds me of those thrilling days. Who knows, maybe one day we'll create our own racing memories together!"

George shrugged, a hint of reluctance in his voice. "Yeah, it sorta was," he replied. It was clear that he didn't want to delve into the topic. The two girls, Mila and Marisol, were aware of George's connection to Daniel and Johnny in high school and the events that unfolded. However, they were unaware of their father's full involvement in Cobra Kai, as George had made sure to keep it a secret all these years. When he discovered that Kreese and Silver had returned, George took immediate action, threatening them to ensure their silence. He didn't want his daughters to ever find out the truth.

As they chatted, the announcer's voice boomed over the loudspeakers, signaling the start of the race. "And they're off!" the announcer exclaimed, his voice echoing through the stadium. The crowd erupted into a symphony of cheers and applause, their excitement filling the air. The powerful engines of the racing cars roared to life, the sound reverberating through the stands. Marisol, Mila, and George leaned forward in their seats, their eyes fixed on the track, their hearts pounding with anticipation. The cars shot forward, their tires screeching against the pavement, leaving trails of smoke behind. The thrilling race had begun, and the trio couldn't help but be swept up in the exhilaration, eagerly awaiting the moment when the checkered flag would wave, declaring the ultimate victor.

IT WAS THE SECOND ROUND. The cars zoomed down the track, their engines roaring with power as they raced towards the finish line. Marisol, Mila, and George were captivated by the incredible display of speed and skill. Mila couldn't contain her excitement, cheering loudly as she watched the cars navigate the twists and turns with precision. Her eyes were glued to the action, fully immersed in the thrilling race unfolding before them. It was a moment of pure awe and exhilaration, where the adrenaline of the competition was contagious.

Marisol's eyes sparkled with a hint of excitement as she watched the race unfold. She turned to her dad, George, and asked, "Hey, Dad, who do you think is gonna win?"

Marisol's heart skipped a beat as she witnessed the unexpected turn of events on the track. The crowd gasped in unison as sparks flew into the air, creating a mesmerizing yet nerve-wracking spectacle. Marisol couldn't help but feel a rush of adrenaline as she watched the driver fight to regain control of the car, teetering dangerously close to the wall. It was a heart-stopping moment that had everyone on the edge of their seats, hoping for a safe outcome.

As the car teetered on the edge of disaster, the driver skillfully maneuvered the vehicle, using every ounce of their expertise to bring it back onto the track. The crowd held their breath, their hearts pounding in their chests. And then, with a surge of power, the car regained control, zooming forward with incredible speed. The crowd erupted into a thunderous cheer, their excitement filling the air. Mila couldn't contain her joy, jumping up and down in her seat, clapping her hands with pure exhilaration. It was a truly breathtaking moment, one that will be etched in their memories forever!

Marisol and George exchanged smiles, feeling a deep sense of pride and excitement after witnessing the incredible spectacle. As they made their way out of the stands, Marisol turned to her dad and expressed her gratitude, saying, "Thanks for bringing us here, Dad. That was really cool." George, with his arm around his daughters, replied, "Anytime, girls. I'm just glad we could all share this experience together." It's moments like these that create lasting memories and strengthen family bonds.

AFTER THE RACE, Marisol, Mila, and George walked wearily through the front door, their energy levels slowly coming down after such an exhilarating day. The excitement still lingered in the air as they made their way to the living room. They knew they needed to wind down, and what better way to do that than with some good old-fashioned board games? Each of them chose their favorite game, eagerly setting it up on the kitchen table. As they settled in, the fatigue started to melt away, replaced by laughter, friendly competition, and the joy of spending quality time together. It was the perfect end to an unforgettable day.

Mila chose Monopoly, George picked Risk, and Marisol went for Scrabble. They spent the next few hours playing, laughing, and teasing each other good-naturedly. Mila was the first one to get out of the game, but she didn't seem too disappointed. "I'm going to go make some popcorn," she announced. "Who wants some?"

George and Marisol both raised their hands, and Mila disappeared into the kitchen. A few minutes later, she returned with a big bowl of popcorn, which they all shared as they continued playing.

As the night unfolded, the atmosphere intensified with each passing moment. George and Marisol found themselves embroiled in an intense battle of wits over a Scrabble board, each strategically placing words to outdo the other. Meanwhile, Mila was deeply engrossed in the world of Monopoly, skillfully accumulating a small fortune as the game progressed.

As the clock ticked on, a collective sense of weariness crept in, marked by shared yawns. It became evident that the time had come to bring the evening to a close. Packing up the board games, they retreated to their respective beds. Despite the fatigue, a unanimous sentiment prevailed among them – the day had been filled with memorable moments and camaraderie, making it an altogether great experience.

"Thanks for taking us to the race, Dad," Marisol said, her appreciation evident in the warmth of her hug as she bid her father goodnight. George's smile reflected both contentment and paternal pride. "Anytime, sweetheart," he replied with genuine affection. "And thanks for playing games with me. It's always more enjoyable when we engage in these shared moments, creating lasting memories together."

Mila chimed in, "Yeah, we should do this more often!"

And with that, they got ready for the family made movie, feeling happy and content after a fun-filled day.

MARISOL, MILA AND GEORGE all got into cozy pajamas. Marisol, Mila, and George found themselves ensconced in the living room, surrounded by an array of soft blankets and plush pillows. The ambiance was one of warmth and relaxation, setting the perfect stage for a cozy family moment. Their shared eagerness was palpable as they prepared to embark on a cinematic journey through time – a family-made movie showcasing the endearing moments of the sisters' childhood.

Earlier that day, George had ventured into the attic, unearthing forgotten treasures in the form of old VHS tapes. These tangible remnants of the past held the promise of transporting them to a time when the pitter-patter of little feet and joyous laughter filled their home. With a collective sense of excitement, they looked forward to immersing themselves in the nostalgia of those cherished memories, ready to create new ones as they relived the magic captured on those aging tapes.

He inserted the first tape into the VCR, and the screen flickered to life, unveiling a grainy image featuring a younger Marisol and Mila, their figures notably smaller and more youthful than their present selves. Regrettably, the collection lacked glimpses of Sophie, lost to a fire caused by Katherine.

Despite the shadow cast by the lost memories, the living room resonated with the shared laughter of the sisters as they watched their younger selves on the screen. "Oh my gosh, look at us!" Mila exclaimed, their giggles echoing through the room as they marveled at the charming snapshots of a bygone era.

Marisol's face lit up with a reminiscent smile. "I remember this. It was our trip to the beach, right?" she asked, her finger gently pointing to the flickering images on the screen, accompanied by a playful giggle. George, with a nod, affirmed, "Yep, that's right. You were both so excited to build sandcastles."

As the scenes unfolded, the living room became a haven of shared memories. The grainy footage captured moments of sun-soaked beach days, the sound of waves crashing in the background as Marisol and Mila, much younger versions of themselves, reveled in the simple joy of building sandcastles. The room echoed with laughter and a warm sense of connection as the family collectively traveled back in time through the lens of their cherished home movies.

As the sisters immersed themselves in the unfolding scenes, laughter echoed through the room. They joyfully pointed out every whimsical moment captured on the screen – from the sight of their younger selves running through the waves to playfully burying each other in the warm sand. The oversized ice cream cones, almost comically large, drew additional giggles.

George's skillful recording had not only preserved these lively escapades but also the charming minutiae of childhood – Mila's endearing missing tooth and Marisol's neatly arranged pigtails. The visual journey extended to family gatherings, where they played with cousins, danced with carefree abandon to music, and relished the ritual of blowing out candles atop birthday cakes.

As they continued to watch, the living room transformed into a time capsule, capturing the essence of their shared history and the timeless beauty of family bonds, framed by the lens of George's thoughtful recording.

As the movie progressed, a quiet introspection settled upon the room. The sisters, captivated by the unfolding timeline on the screen, watched their own metamorphosis from carefree children to the young women they had become. A subtle undercurrent of nostalgia permeated the air, weaving through the room as they reflected on the passage of time.

Noticing the change in atmosphere, George, ever attuned to his daughters' emotions, gently put his arm around them. With a soft smile, he spoke words that carried the weight of both pride and paternal love, "You know, I'm so proud of you both. You've grown into amazing young women, but you'll always be my little girls." In that moment, the living room became a sanctuary of shared memories, where the past and present converged in a tapestry of familial warmth and enduring connection.

Marisol and Mila's smiles reflected not just appreciation but a profound gratitude for their dad's love and support. Nestling in closer to him, they continued to watch the remaining scenes of the movie, their eyes glistening with tears that mingled the joy of reminiscence and the bittersweet acknowledgment of time passing.

As the last frame flickered on the screen, they collectively turned off the TV, signaling the end of their cinematic journey. Heading to bed, a tranquil atmosphere accompanied them. In the quiet moments before sleep, a deep sense of warmth and comfort lingered. Wrapped in the embrace of shared memories, Marisol and Mila found solace in the knowledge that they had each other and a lifetime of experiences to cherish.

Drifting into the realm of dreams, the echoes of laughter, love, and familial connection formed a gentle lullaby, creating a sense of security that transcended the night.

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ash speaks!

God. I miss writing Marisol.
but I think they're starting to film soon???
I know there's a writer strike which is making Season 6 delayed.
But I'm not really quite sure cause I don't know when they filmed that table
read thing for Tudum. But I'm really hoping
they're gonna start filming soon and the
writer strike ends soon!!
But in the mean time, I'm gonna publish
some bonus chapters!! I hope you like
this bonus chapter and i apologize for
being a day late for Father's Day!!