it was another long day for pedro, he had been waiting at the airport for nearly two hours, and his plane would only depart another half an hour later. once he missed a flight, so from then on, he made a point not to do that ever again.
he was sitting, sipping his coffee, when his phone rang. as he saw the caller, he smiled, hastily plugged in his headphones and spoke into the microphone.
"hola, bebé, what's up?" he answered with a smile.
"hey, pedrito, how are you? aren't you too tired?" you asked him. you like to call him as much as you could, exspecially when you knew he would be bored.
"no. bebé, i'm fine, thanks." he smiled warmly.
"when are you arriving? is it 3 am?"
"yeah, sometime around then, if the flight isn't late." he nodded. "don't wait for me, though."
"nonsense, of course i will! i'm making some dinner and all." you had already planned out everything, only the cooking was left. you were definitely nit going to sleep- wouldn't be able to either-when he was coming home after two weeks.
"oh amada, that's so sweet of you!" he said, his voice full of love. it warmed his heart thta you would wait for himeven when he would get home during the night.
"it's nothing." you said, and meant it.
"shit, i should find my gate. i'll be boarding soon. see you bebé, and i love you!" he made a kissy sound.
"i love you too, amor, be safe!" after that he ended the call and quickly gathered his stuff to find his gate.
your alarm rang in the middle of the night. you made a cup of coffee and started cooking.
you wanted to surpise pedro with a chilean dish. you knew he didn't grow up there, but it still felt like a home to him, so you though it was agood idea. you didn't want to choose anything too elaborate - you would save those for when you would together - as you didn't want to mess it up. you decided on cezuela, a stew that contains pieces of beef, onions, carrots, pumpkin or squash, potatoes, rice, and corn husks.
it wan't hard to make, it was just time consuming to chop everything up and it also needed time to simmer.
pedro finally stepped in and you ran to the door to hug him.
"hey, querida" he smiled, as he dropped his bags to put his amrs around you and kissed the top of your head.
"i missed you so much, pedro." you mumbled in his chest.
"me too, bebé, me too." it was then when he noticed that the table was beautifully set with candles and he could smell something spicy, whcih reminded him of home. "aww, you didn't have to."
he pulled away a little to look at you. then he noticed your dress.
"oh, come on, you're even dressed up and i haven't showered in at least 12 hours." he chuckled, a bit embarassed.
"it doesn't matte, because you're here." you grabbed his hand and led him to the table.
"no way! cezuela?" he melted right then and there. "what did i do to deserve you?" he grabbed your face and kissed you. it was a soft and slow kiss, saying everything words couldn't convey.
"by being you, amor." you pecked him on the lips once more. "come now, it's oing to get cold."
you spent the evening talking and eating the comforting soup - which pedro loved, a nice homecooked meal was exactly what he needed - and ended up falling asleep cuddling on the couch.
