My Sister's Boyfriend
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"So, Malu... Is that one?

-Eeyore. One... Friend. I smiled embarrassedly at her mischievous gaze.

- Be honest... Is it your boyfriend, Malu?

- No, Auntie. I grumbled. Embarrassed. Avoiding Igor's gaze. "Of course not.

-Certainty? He has a way of being your boyfriend... - Damn it! What's the deal with aunts? Is it some kind of contract? "I have to embarrass my niece every time she visits." I bet it was arranged. I felt the shame turn me red and my ears burn. When I went to answer, Igor interrupted me:

- Why hide it even more, Malu? I'm not ashamed to say that you're completely crazy and obsessed with me. And that after weeks of insistence, a lot of crying I finally decided to give you a chance. He hugged me by the shoulder and gave me a big kiss on the cheek. Then he turned smiling to my aunt. "Yes, ma'am. We're dating.

-Eeyore! I looked at him indignantly, and he smiled brightly.

- Awn, that's beautiful. I love those young passions. It reminds me of my marriage. She sighed, running her hand over her belly. Probably having thoughts... Disgusting. YUCK. "Make yourself comfortable.

When she pulled away, I started slapping Igor.

- Son of a p..

"Oops, love. Why so much stress? He cringed, laughing.

"Are you really trying to humiliate me like that at the beginning of the party?"

"It's just the beginning. I snorted, trying to ignore the explicit threat. After we wandered around the house, chatting with relatives, who were completely enthralled with my 'boyfriend', argh. We ended up sunk into the couch. Running away from the kids.

"Hey, what are you doing there alone?" My cousin appeared, holding her newborn son in her arms. The lullaby.

Nothing. Someone called out to her and she looked at the baby and Igor in a flustered way. I crossed my arms, already guessing what she was going to do. She walked over to Igor and stretched the baby. - Hold on a little bit, love... Igor stammered, too late. He already had the baby in his arms. I laughed at his fumbling face and his mouth opening and closing as my cousin left. I looked at the child in his arms, staring wide-eyed at Igor.

- Help me, Malu. He said terrified. Eyes as wide as the child's.

-Se vira, papai.

- Come, the game will begin. -Joke? What a joke? Ah, the ones from the baby shower, I see. I stood up, resigned.

-You, Igor.

-But... But...

"Just don't knock the baby over.

"Oh my God. I'm going to knock the baby down. What if I knock the baby over? HELP ME.

- Stop being silly, come. Igor followed me, fumbling and terrified. I made him stop at the door while we watched, confused, those women giggles. The mom at the party had her belly exposed, a big smile painted on her belly with a black marker pen. There was a little sign that said puppy. Strange. -Cub?

- yes, Malu. Can't say the word baby from now on. It is prohibited. Just puppy.

-Cub? You're calling Aunt Fran a bitch practically. I could call it Pokémon, it would be better. Serious. Baby. Already being cursed before birth and... I noticed that everyone was looking at me mischievously and Aunt Fran was twirling the black marker pen in her hands. "Why is everyone looking at me?"

"If you speak the forbidden word..." You get a punishment. She walked up to me.

-No! No! I protested vigorously. - No way!

- It's a joke, Malu. Don't be boring.

- Look here, woman... I'm paying for your son's diapers. Pack of who knows how many diapers. So, forget it. Nope. "Too late. With the laughter of the guests in the background, Aunt Fran drew it on my face. I crossed my arms when she finished her job. Going to open the presents.

"You look very beautiful with your face painted. A work of art. Igor said, still with the baby in his arms. Being careful not to laugh and rock the now sleeping baby.

"Shut up. I looked at myself in the little mirror that my cousin gave me. Picking up your baby. I saw Igor's look of frustration/relief at getting rid of the baby. My face had a big heart drawn on my right cheek. Florets on the left. And spots on the nose. Absolutely ridiculous. - Jesus, I'm ridiculous.

"I liked it. He smiled at me triumphantly. I gave him a light punch on the arm. The jokes continued, some silly, others that made us laugh. Until there came one that I A-DO-REI. It was only with men and Igor ended up in the circle of scared men in the house.

"It works like this. Let's put baby food in... cub... on their little plates. And you have to figure out the ingredients. My aunt let out a giggle and Igor gave me a grimace of superiority.

-Piece of cake. Some men grumbled. My aunt put the baby food in and they started eating. The grimaces were hilarious. I started laughing when Igor stuck out his tongue, turning slightly green.

"How denatured. Do you give that to your children? - I ended up laughing at what they said should be in those baby food. Igor said spackle. Which made the men agree. In the end, virtually none got it right. But they grimaced a lot. When he returned to my side, Igor was still grumbling.

"Don't ever leave me at the mercy of these crazy women again. That was disgusting! Remind me to never let our son eat such a thing. It's child torture.

-Our? I gasped and saw Igor blushing.

- D-I'm sorry, it's just... I... Confuse. I meant. Don't let me give this to my son. He's going to be kind of yours, because you're going to be his godmother. That's why our e... Is... I... Drug. He lowered his head, confused, and I laughed.

"Oh, I'll put up with you until then." Forget it. I murmured, crossing my arms. Feeling a stupid twinge of satisfaction. I pulled him back to the couch and the two of us stood, talking quietly. Until an uncomfortable silence came between us and Igor looked at me intently. I realized that there would be uncomfortable questions in sight.

"Malu...

-Yes?

- How did I start dating Cecilia? -Whoops. I looked at him startled. Why was I wondering that? I knew they were a lot closer lately, and Igor seemed interested. Although Cecilia was really firm with Alexander. Which made him very angry with Igor. "That might help me remember."

"Ask her.

"She told me to ask you. -'s daughter, this sister of mine.