...Alejandro.

You and Alejandro had known each other practically since you were babies; your mothers were best friends, and they brought you together, even though you didn't get along. Still, they always found you playing together and secretly hugging and giving each other little pecks on the lips.

*They grew up, sometimes they felt embarrassed holding hands, as people always said they were boyfriend and girlfriend, to which they always replied with a "I'll never marry him/her!"...*And in the end, that was simply forgotten. You were happily married, you, with a baby on the way in your belly, and two kids who always fought over who sang better, and your husband, Alejandro, who still argues with you about his military work schedule that he sets himself, although they always end on good terms, as one of the results: the baby you are expecting.

One afternoon, Alejandro arrived home from work, carrying a six-pack of beer. "Hey! Old woman! I'm home!" he said, placing the six-pack on the table next to the stove, where you were preparing dinner.

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