39

The noon sunlight came all at once. It beamed down at us, warming the taxi. I brought my hand over my squinted eyes to shield them from the intense light.
I found peace. I felt calm. I rested my head against the window and exhaled silently, closing my eyes as a small smile came onto my face. I felt good inside and it was nice to have such a feeling. All emotions of nervousness and disappeared. I closed my eyes, Cris's hand rubbing my thigh gently in a way of comforting me.
I was glad he was with me. If he wasn't, I didn't know what I would do. I wouldn't been able to see my sister - I couldn't face it. He was there to support me and I loved that about him. He was always there for me when I needed him to be. Cris never let me down. That was a quality I loved about my boyfriend.
I leaned over and unexpectedly kissed his cheek, giving him a smile. He looked at me in surprise, at the abrupt gesture.
Cristiano looked so handsome. He wore some black jeans with a white, cotton shirt and a denim jacket. Of course, he would never go anywhere without his expensive trainers on his feet. Earlier, he had his pricey shades on which added to his attractiveness. They were off and his hazel eyes so alluringly shone in the rays of the sun.
I loved his eyes. The smooth green on the edge contrasted beautifully with the amber color in the middle, capturing my heart whenever I gazed at him.
He gave me a small smile innocently, not realising how striking he looked to me. I couldn't keep my eyes off him and he noticed, a cocky smirk growing on his face. "Take a picture, Ro." Although it was annoying at times, I loved his cockiness. It added to his humour.
I rolled my eyes, my smile extending. My hand went to his warm cheek and I caressed it softly. Moving it away, I complimented softly, "you look handsome, mon a-" {my} I stopped myself, my eyes widening a little as I held back from saying a word I thought would never slip out my mouth so soon. "-treśor," {treasure} I finished, giving him smile though inside, my heart was racing.
Holy shit
No, no, no, no, no
No way
It's too soon
A question stuck in my mind and I failed to answer it.
Do I love Cris?
"Thank you. . .I have no idea what you said though."
"My treasure," I translated softly with a kind smile, trying my hardest to form basic sentences in my mind in the tsunami of thoughts that were attacking me.
He leaned in and pecked my lips before holding my hand then there was silence again. The guys started talking after Jordan asked a curious question about French music but I was too distracted by my thoughts.
Then the feeling came back again.
Anxiety.
We were almost there. Driving down a road, we were in an area where houses looked like mansions and were detached with vast gardens and perfect decor.
I bit my lip hard, my heart racing in my chest, thumping as hard as it could. It felt as though it was going to burst out at any moment. I tried to distract myself by listening to the guys' conversation but I couldn't get rid of the anticipated thoughts.
What does she look like now?
Is she married?
Is she nice?
I bet she's still prettier than me
What if she isn't home?
What if she doesn't live here?
What if she hates me?
What if I cry?
"Rose."
I turned my head too quickly, my mind spinning around, adding to my dizziness. I met his mesmerising eyes and he warmly smiled at me, squeezing my hand gently.
I nodded shortly, blinking a few times at his words, and giving him a small smile. My heart warmed at his words. He knew what was going through my mind and I didn't even have to tell him. He didn't make a big deal out of things and just gave me a simple sentence of advice that meant a lot to me. I loved that about him.
"Thank you," I practically whispered, my voice filled with honesty. He waved it off, giving me a smile before going back to his conversation.
Then we parked and it finally dawned on me.
We were here.
"Oh. . .we're here. ." Jordan acknowledged in surprise, gazing out the window like the rest of the guys.
"What's the door number?" Dax asked in curiosity, looking out the tinted windows that were rolled down.
"Fermez les fenêtres, s'il vous plaît. Nous serons juste un moment," {close the windows, please. We'll just be a moment} I said to the driver, and he rolled them up, the guys protesting automatically.
"Rose! It's boiling!"
"Why did you do that?"
"I'm dying!"
"What the?"
"I don't want her to see us yet," I said as I tried to look out. Dax and Gage were sat behind in the seven seater car. Cris, Jordan and I sat in the middle and the driver in the front.
"12," I said, leaning in as I tried to look at each door. "It's a number, not in French."
Then I found it, tensing up. The guys found it too and in silence, we all gazed out.
The house must of been three story and it was massive. It was a three-story, light brown brick mansion that I couldn't keep my eyes off of.
"Wow! Your sister must be hella rich, Ro!"
It had iron gates at the tail end of a discreet wooded open to a long drive that cuts across a lush carpet of tree-dotted lawn to a circular motor court with central fountain. It was pristine and filled with open space around it. Not too far away was a three car garage.
Then a child caught my attention. Two.
There was a little girl and a petite boy sat on the grass, a large, cream blanket underneath them. Around them was toys and a woven picnic basket.
They stood, laughing and running doing, the boy chasing the girl.
She was small and wore a white top with some denim shorts. She had her long, light brown hair down on her shoulders that were curled at the ends. The young girl was beautiful and she had small freckles on her face and light blue eyes from where I could see.
The boy, who looked around the same age as her, wore denim overalls with a white shirt underneath. He had dark blonde hair and seemed to have darker coloured eyes.
They must of been her kids. My lips parted as I watched them, chasing each other and laughing happily. It warmed my heart.
Does that mean I'm their aunt?
Then one of the grand doors opened and my eyes widened as a woman walked out.
She wore a floral, neat jumpsuit that was classy and suited her figure. She had dirty blonde hair that was curled on one shoulder. On her, she expensive jewellery. She had perfect, summer makeup on and wore a smile on her beautiful face.
Yup, still prettier. Blonde too
Wearing a wide smile on her face, she walked over to the kids with two jugs of juice in her hands. The children squealed and ran over taking the jugs carefully and placing them down before the woman walked back into the house.
That woman was my sister. I could recognise her as soon as she came out. She had matured but still looked young and beautiful. She was only a year older and still looked the same. She could be a model with her looks.
"She's hot," I heard Jordan whisper as she went back into the house. Someone slapped him on the back of his head and he grumbled, muttering a 'sorry'.
I let out a deep breath I didn't even know I was holding. The guys all glanced over at me as I breathed heavily for a couple of seconds, calming myself.
Cristiano squeezed my hand gently, comforting me and I exhaled slowly, gazing out again.
The door opened once more and she came out again, the same happy smile on her face. But that time, she had a young baby on her hip.
My eyes widened.
Geez, another kid?
She's had three and I haven't even had one!
She kissed the baby on the child's cheek. Pulling down the bib, she walked over to the kids and placed the baby down on the picnic blanket.
Then she said something to her children before moving over to the fountain in the middle of her open space. Leaning in, she inspected the flowers growing in the middle before gently picking a few out.
"Wait for my signal," was all I said as I opened the car door, stepping out. A wave of nervousness ran through me, my heart pounding hard against my chest. I pushed all the negative thoughts away and approached her house, stepping on her land.
She didn't notice me at first until I came onto the brick, her hands automatically dropping the flowers into the water as her eyes expanded, staring at me. Her lips parted and her eyes ran across my body as I did the same, my heart racing. She recognised me.
I had no idea if she could still speak English. That was the main language we spoke but she lived in France.
Cris was right; all my emotions would change once I saw her. I managed to finally blurt out something.
"Why didn't you come back?"