You will never get me back

After 9hrs we landed in heathrow I woke the kids up. “Hi my babies we are here” after making our way through the airport. We finally got to the taxi bays. “Evangelina” a voice shouted. no way it can’t be James how the hell, I quickly turned to see a familiar grey haired man “Pedro? Where’s is Italia?” I questioned. Pedro was Italias father my best friend here in England. I ran to him squeezing him. “Oh god have I missed you” I said holding back tears “kids this is your aunty italias dad” I looked to the kids and said “who’s Italia mummy?” Jackson said “ your mummy and Italia grew up together they were so inseparable that I ended up adopting your mummy so I’m like your grandpa” Pedro interrupted. “ hola mamacita” a familiar voice said from behind us “ no way italia” I shrieked we collided each other stumbling to the floor in a hug. After a couple of minutes we stood up and composed ourselves before introducing the kids to my bestest friend/sister to my kids.

“Eve i think we should probably make our way to the car” Italia whispered to me. “Come on kids let’s go and get some food and rest” I said. “I’m so tired this sucks” Scarlett groaned “stop acting like such a brat” Hannah demanded. “Hey girls! Non of that please now come on” I told them off.