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“Ay! Mi nuera! How are you?” Catra’s mother, Elena, wrapped Adora in a tight hug. Catra cringed as her mother referred to her best friend, hoping Adora had not realized the translation yet.
“I’m doing well, Mamí! I’m sorry for intruding on your Thanksgiving dinner, by the way, but Catra said-”
“Oh, Mija, you know you’re always welcome here, no need to apologize.” She turned to Catra, “Y tú, chiquita? Que tal?”
“Estoy bien, Mamí. Por favor, no se refiere a ella como tú hija en ley. No somos junto.” As much as she wanted to make sure Adora had a place to go for Thanksgiving, since her family was on a business trip, she was dreading the rest of the evening. Everyone just assumed the two were a couple, no matter how many times she denied it. Thank fuck they called Adora their daughter in law in Spanish, though.
Rolling her eyes she just told Catra to help out in the kitchen. Adora, not having anything else to do, just followed them into the kitchen.
As soon as they entered, Elena pushed a bowl full of vegetables into Adora’s hands, “Can you cut these up, Mija?”
Catra turned from where she had already begun to pull out the ingredients for her famous empanadas de camote. “Absolutely not, Mamí.”
“Aw, why not? ¿No quieres que tú esposa trabaja en la cocina? Ustedes dos son tan preciosos.” Catra facepalmed. Adora just looked nervously between the two.
“She broke 3 knives this week.”
“Two! I fixed the other one!”
Elena cackled. “Ay, mija! You never fail to amaze me. Perhaps you should try spending more time in the kitchen than at the gym.”
“Oh, she spends time in the kitchen,” Catra muttered.
“You’re the one that makes so much food!”
“Because you have such a large ass appetite, idiot.”
“Well, one of us has to be able to lift heavy stuff!” Adora protested. Catra raised an eyebrow at the implications of why one of them had to be able to do that. Now wonder her entire family thought they were a couple. “What? Do you want me to stop working out?” Adora smirked, well aware of the effect it had on Catra that she could weightlift more than any of the guys that went to the gym.
Catra just huffed and turned around, hiding the slight reddening of her cheeks. “Just come here and help me with the second batch of dough, dummy.”
Elena just watched the interaction, and grinned.
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A couple hours later, with their stomachs full, Catra and Adora lay sprawled on their bed. “Catra, what does nuera mean?” Catra stilled next to her. Adora continued not noticing Catra’s quiet panic. “It’s just that almost everyone seems to call me that. I don’t know Spanish, but I think they’re referring to me when they say that.” Adora stared at the ceiling, lost in thought as Catra panicked, not knowing what to say.
“I- uh- don’t worry about it.” Adora had turned to Catra, now laying on her side, but Catra couldn’t look at her.
“Oh…”
“Ugh okay, just don’t get mad.” Catra finally turned her head to look at her best friend.
Adora tilted her head in confusion, but figured it couldn’t be that bad. “Okay.”
Before she could change her mind, she said, “It’s a term of endearment for a daughter in law.” She looked away, biting her lip nervously.
Adora’s eyes widened, that was the last thing she had expected. “Why-”
“Duh, it’s because we’ve lived together for 5 years and are literally in the same bed everytime we stay here.” Catra was extremely uncomfortable at the moment thanks to her very wonderful, empathetic family. Of course she loved Adora. A lot. So much so that it hurts to think about their relationship being ruined. For years she had decided they were better off as being friends because there was no way she could stand risking their relationship. And now? Now she was forced to risk it. Forced to face her feelings that had been simmering for years.
Adora was silent for a couple moments. Of course, Adora loved Catra. She loved her so much and had put aside her crush on her best friend in lieu of risking their friendship. Suddenly it hit her, Catra’s entire family thought they were married. And despite likely denying it, Catra did not seem to mind as much as she let on. She just seemed embarrassed, if anything. After all, she did come up with an explanation as to why her family assumed they were married.
She smirked, “And what’s wrong with that?”
Catra blanched, she looked at Adora, not believing her words. “I- what-”
“I mean, your family thinks we’re married, and if we act so much like a couple, might as well make it official, right?” Adora had no clue where all this confidence suddenly came from, but she figured she might as well take the opportunity as it hung before her. Catra continued to stare. She had dreamed of this moment for her life, and could not, for the life of her, figure out if Adora was being serious. Adora was a terrible actor, though. She had to be serious. Right?
Meanwhile, Adora realized what she had said, and clamped a hand over her mouth. Uncovering it, she started to ramble, “Shit- I mean- of course...only if you want...sorry, you probably don’t feel that way-”
Catra searched her best friend’s eyes to confirm her thoughts, and with the way she was rambling, there was no denying that the feelings she bottled up for years were mutual. “Kiss me.” She finally said.
Now it was Adora’s turn to be shocked. But she didn’t wait long. Adora leaned in and kissed the woman she had been in love with for as long as she knew what the word meant. Their positions were awkward with Catra on her back, and Adora on her side, but they quickly adjusted.
Minutes later, the two separated to take a breath and could not wipe the smiles off their faces. Side by side, foreheads together, with flushed cheeks, everything was finally perfect.
Suddenly, Catra frowned and brought her hand to Adora’s arm and gave it a soft slap. “Hey!” Adora panicked and flinched, “What was that for?”
“What kind of proposal was that, dummy?”
Adora paused, “Oh- shit! Sorry.” Her face reddened, realizing that she did, indeed, tell Catra that they should get married. “Well, I guess I could plan something bigger, but would you want to? Like get married I mean?” Catra slapped her arm, again. Adora rubbed at it, “Stop hitting me.”
“Yeah, no shit. Of course I want to. Eventually. I meant that you haven’t even taken me out on a date.”
Adora rolled her eyes, “We eat out together every weekend, and eat dinner together.”
“Well, I want an official date. Make it cliche as fuck.” She winked.
Adora just sighed, not being able to resist a smile at her antics, “Of course you do.” Catra grinned.
“So...you do want to tell your family that it’s official or…?”
“Nah,” Catra waved a hand, “They can continue thinking what they want. I’d rather stay here and kiss you.” And with that she leaned in, and of course, Adora fulfilled her wishes.