Clumsy
A quiet movie day at home. That had been the plan. The blinds were drawn, blankets strewn everywhere, and both Ingrid and Mapi were curled up on the sofa, tangled together in a way that was both comfortable and unnecessary. Mapi was draped over Ingrid, her head resting against Ingrid’s shoulder, one leg thrown lazily across Ingrid’s lap. A bowl of popcorn sat forgotten on the coffee table.
It was peaceful. It was perfect.
And then Mapi had to ruin it.
Not intentionally, of course.
She had gotten up for a quick bathroom break, stretching dramatically before shuffling away, wrapped in one of their many oversized blankets.
Ingrid had barely noticed, too focused on the screen in front of her. But then-
A loud, sharp thud echoed through the living room, immediately followed by a string of curses in Spanish.
Ingrid turned her head just in time to see Mapi hopping on one foot, clutching her other foot with both hands, her face twisted in sheer agony.
“Dios mío—¡me muero!”
Ingrid blinked. “What did you do?”
“My toe,” Mapi whined, hopping once more before collapsing dramatically onto the floor.
Ingrid tilted her head, unimpressed.
Mapi’s arm flopped over her face. “I hit it on the coffee table.”
Ingrid sighed, trying very hard not to laugh. “Which one?”
“My foot, Ingrid.”
“No, which toe?”
Mapi peeked at her from under her arm. “No sé. All of them?”
Ingrid rolled her eyes but still moved forward, peering over the edge of the sofa. “Is it bleeding?”
“No.”
“Then you’ll live.”
Mapi gasped. “Princesa, how could you?”
“Easily,” Ingrid said, sitting back against the cushions.
Mapi let out a dramatic groan, rolling onto her back and stretching her arms out like she was on her deathbed. “It hurts so much.”
“You are very brave.”
“I know.”
“I don’t think anyone has suffered like this before.”
“Probably not.”
Ingrid hummed, barely holding back a smirk. “It’s basically a career-ending injury.”
Mapi shot up immediately, eyes wide. “No! Take it back!”
Ingrid laughed. “You’re so easy.”
Mapi glared but still wobbled back to the couch, dragging herself up and onto Ingrid’s lap. She curled into her, sighing deeply as if the world had wronged her. Ingrid allowed it, rolling her eyes fondly as she wrapped her arms around her.
“My poor girl,” Ingrid teased.
“Yes,” Mapi mumbled. “Your poor, injured girl.”
Silence settled again. Ingrid absentmindedly played with the ends of Mapi’s hair, thinking that was the end of it.
Until-
“Kiss it better.”
Ingrid froze. “What?”
Mapi peeked up at her. “Kiss it better.”
“No.”
“Yes.”
“Absolutely not.”
Mapi pouted, shifting slightly so she could wave her injured foot in Ingrid’s direction. “Princesa, please.”
“You are so annoying.”
Mapi grinned. “Sí, but you love me.”
“Unfortunately.”
Mapi wiggled her toes. “Then kiss it.”
Ingrid stared at her. “You are a grown woman.”
“And?”
“And I’m not kissing your stupid foot.”
Mapi gasped, clutching her chest. “Estás rompiendo mi corazón.”
“You’ll survive.”
“No, I won’t. This is how I die.”
Ingrid groaned, pressing her head back against the couch. “Fine.”
Mapi’s face lit up instantly.
“Just a small one,” Ingrid warned.
She took Mapi’s foot, sock still on, and pressed the quickest, most reluctant peck to the very top of her toe before immediately dropping it.
Mapi sighed happily, curling back into Ingrid’s chest. “It still hurts.”
“I’m never doing that again.”
“You will.”
“I won’t.”
Mapi hummed, already getting comfortable again. “We’ll see.”