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ELENA 'YOYO' RODRIGUEZ/ALPHONSO 'MACK' MACKENZIE/ALONZO JOHN MACKENZIE RODRIGUEZ
YoYo and Mack have an eighteen-month-old 'Flint' and YoYo's due within the next two to three months
Esta gente REESTUPIDA...MARANA...INUTIL que tienen nervios a hacerme preguntas IDIOTAS que..."
Flint, his mouth full of scrambled eggs and hominy, warned, "MAMI!"
"¿Mandame, Amorcito ?"
"Das not nice what you say."
Elena grinned happily and wiped her baby's mouth. "I know, Precious; Mami is sorry."
"Dooce!" was Flint's response. "Muy bien, Señor...aqui tiene su jugo ."
Fifteen minutes later, Mack shuffled out of the master bedroom, wearing a belted bathrobe, strappy tee shirt, leisure pants, and
slippers. "Papi; Mi Papi!" Flint yelped. "Hello, Papas," he hailed back. Bending to kiss his son's lips, grunting slightly when his back
twinged. "Sit, sit mi vida (my darling/my life) Elena urged, guiding him by the elbow to his usual seat at the head of the kitchen
table. "Breakfast, my King?"
"Please."
YoYo serves reheated beans, rice, eggs, and grilled beef with arepa, chorizo, chicharrón [ground corn flatbread, ground sausage, and pork
rind] with coffee as a beverage. Alonzo/Flint, of course, goes into 'grabby' mode, which his mother solves with a Sippy Cup of tepid hot
chocolate which he snatches greedily [GRABBY, I tell you!]
Having already breakfasted, Elena watches the interaction between her man and her toddler, reflecting on how much she'd always desired
first Mack, then a family with him; she never doubted his excellence as a father. He giggles aloud when the baby tries to stuff Daddy's mouth
with a mishmash of pureed hominy and egg, which the big man cheerfully accepts [though a good bit of it ends up on his cheeks and beard];
brandishing a long strip of bacon, Flint crows, "RACON!" and adds it to Mack's mostly full mouth: "Muah Muah Muah; Oh, SORRY - I think you
are tocino; Muah Muah Muah - disculpe, piensaba que era blanquillo !" Mack chants, pretending to eat his baby's fingers, eliciting a gleeful
squeal from the tot. Elena waits until their son is down before approaching The Love Of Her Life and engaging their lips deeply and soulfully:
when they separate breathlessly, she gasps, "After I 'lost my arms' in that alternate time, Other Me Told Other Jemma, I want to be with Mack
forever - have his children and love him for the rest of our lives - that reality will be more complete when this one arrives," touching her belly.
"Thank you. I love you."
"I love you" he replies.
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Translations~
Esta gente REESTUPIDA...MARANA...INUTIL que tienen nervios a hacerme preguntas IDIOTAS que~These incredibly stupid, pig-brained,
useless people who have the nerve to ask me IDIOT questions that.
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Mandame, Amorcito~Yes, My Love
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Muy bien, Señor...aqui tiene si jugo!~Alright, Sir...here's your juice.