Summary - A three part series where the reader and family goes on a chaotic holiday with Ruben as their guests.

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"You good?" Asked Ruben as he passed you on his way to the bed.

The ceiling in your suite was starting to look quite majestic from where you lay on the floor.

"Yeah I'm good." You said. "The room has finally stopped spinning."

"I mean are you sure you're good sleeping on the floor?" Ruben peaked over the edge of the bed to look at you.

"I like feeling grounded." You smiled.

There had been a bit of vomiting and a bit of plotting to kill your own brother for trapping you on Ruben's uncles boat. But eventually your sea sickness seemed to be tamed.

"Would you like some company?" Ruben asked. He had been so patient with you, holding your hair whilst you emptied you stomach down the toilet drains. He even offered you his shirt to sleep in. Yours was stained in whatever it was you had for lunch.

"If you don't mind girls that smell like vomit." You said.

"I don't mind."

Pillows were thrown from the bed to the floor. Along with the other half of the bed mattress. Ruben pushed it together with yours in order to lay next to you.

"You really should stay away from me Ruben. I'm a mess and I'll make a mess out of you too."

"Good thing my mother taught me how to clean after myself."

You stiffend feeling his hand brace your arm, but relaxed when he only went to cover your exposed arm with his duvet.

"You're a real gentleman." You sighed. Sleep was beginning to appeal to you and the sooner this day ended the sooner you could get off this boat.

"Y/N, can I ask you something?" He said as the two of you lay in the dark.

"Sure."

"That guy out there, with your sister."

"Tomas?"

"Yes him. He isn't really your ex right? That was Bernardo being funny right?"

"If Bernardo ever had jokes like that." You sighed. You felt Ruben shift beside you, turning to look at you.

"So he is your ex. Now together with your sister."

His eyes were big, wide with shock. You didn't realize how bizarre your situation sounded until he put it like that.

"Like my brother said, we're a fucked up family."

It was a natural reaction to run your hand through Rubens hair. It was bunny like and fluffy. You didn't even realize that you were doing it until you felt Rubens hand find your waist under the covers.

"Want to make them jealous?" He said, lips close enough to caress your own.

"Ruben." You smiled. At least he seemed to be into you. But the fact you just lost 2kg vomiting was even off putting to you. So you told him this and he laughed.

"I don't think it takes much to make them jealous though." He said, letting his weight shift onto to you, pressing you down a bit.

"Ruben." You gasped. His lips attached to your neck, sucking the tender skin.

"Trust me." He groaned.

You could hear your heart beat raise as blood rushed to your ears. Ruben was pacing himself though, not being eager in a way that frightened you. But eager enough for you to understand how much he wanted this, how much he wanted you.

Soon night became day and you wondered how you ever got off the boat without having slept with Ruben.

"Baby, I want to go shopping."

"Now?"

Bernardo's girlfriend seemed to have the energy of a toddler. The boat had just docked at Portimão marina and your family was more than ready to get out of the city and back to the villa. Even Bernardo seemed slightly out of it, perhaps exhausted from the lies he's had to put up with. But then again he claims to have found the the love of his life.

"Sure baby, let me just go get the car." He turned to your family and shook his head. "Help me." He mouthed.

You laughed. "You must sleep where you lie brother."

"We'll meet you back at the villa son, have a barbecue before we leave tomorrow." Your dad gestured for everyone to get into his car. Ruben had to stay behind and make sure that his uncles boat got handled properly. You wondered if he'd be back for the barbecue later tonight. He must. It would be your last day together.

"What is that?"

The peaceful breakfast at the villa lasted very shortly.

"What?" You said, mouth full of toast.

"That. What is that?" Anita threw your hair over your your shoulder. Revealing your neck for everyone around the breakfast table to see. There were split reactions.

"Oh meu amor." Your mother said, a bit disappointed with you. "You only just met the boy.

"What?" You said, still oblivious to what they were referring to.

"Dad. I told you she would do this." Anita cried.

"Ruben is a good kid." He said, cutting into his pancakes, wanting to go on about his day.

It wasn't until you caught Tomas glare that you understood that Ruben must have left a really visible mark on your neck, making it look like you two had the time of your life last night.

"Y/N. Have you no shame?" Anita said, spitting crumbs onto the table.

You shrugged. "I just did whatever any wife would do to her soon to be husband."

"Y/N, please." Your mother hissed. There was a gulping sound, followed by Tomas having to dunk his chest not to choke on his breakfast. It was pure chaos. Chaos that you enjoyed.

"Okay, I admit it. I might have over did it this time."

"You think?"

Bernardo brought the steaks for the barbecue that night. Your family had a laugh about his own reflection of the previous day.

"Why can't you just try to be yourself around this girl?" You said.

"Oh please." Anita chuckled. "Nobody likes Bernardo for who he truly is."

"Thank you sis. Love you too."

The night went on but you couldn't stop yourself from asking the aching question, "Where is Ruben?"

"Huh?"

Bernardo and you got a moment to yourself by the grill. With him loading meat onto his plate and you anxiously hanging over his shoulder, wanting answers to your question.

"Where is Ruben?" You repeated, with more confidence this time.

"Oh. Ruben. He went home."

"What?" Somthing within you faltered.

"Yeah, said there was an emergency."

"But..." Your lips trembled and you couldn't help but to feel a terrible sensation of having lost somthing that you just found.

"Oh, wait." Bernardo stopped you from running away and searched for somthing in his pocket.

"A piece of paper." You frowned. The corners were stained with oil from Bernardo's fingers.

"It's from Ruben. He told me to give it to you."

"Oh."

You withdrew to the poolhouse to read it. It was just a note with a phone number written on it, Ruben's phone number. The message he had scribbled down below was of no comfort.

Had a good time meeting you.You know where to find me in Lisbon.

"How cute." You chuckled. No wonder he and Bernardo was such good friends, you thought. They were both...you couldn't come up with a word for it, but it had to do somthing with being foolishly loveable.

"Is that from him?"

You jumped. "Tomas?"

Had he followed you to the poolhouse?

"Is that from him?" He asked, eyes dark in the night. His gaze shifted from your face to the crumbled up note in your hands.

"Y...yes it's from him. It's from Ruben." You hated that you felt like you owed Tomas an explanation.

"It's not like you, you know." He took a step forward, approaching you.

"What isn't like me?" You frowned.

"This." He pointed to the note in your hand. "And that." He said pointing to the sore mark still visible on your neck."

You finally understood what was going on and you couldn't stop smiling because of the way it made you think of Ruben.

"What's so funny?"

"You know, I don't think jealousy suits you very well." You said, he looked pathetic.

"Oh come on Y/N. The guy was cleary out to get into your pants and you let him, just like that."

"Even if I did, how is that any of your business?"

"Y/N. I still care about you. I always will."

"Well can you please care about me a little less and please tell Anita to do the same."

"Y/N please. What must I do to make you understand that I still care about you and only want you to have the best?"

"And by the best you mean not Bernardo's friend Ruben."

"Yes." He sighed as if you finally got his point.

"Hmm, you could take a dive?"

"I could what?" He frowned.

"Take a dive." You smiled and stepped forwards to give him a light shove into the pool.

He returned to the surrface coughing, clothes soaked from top to toe. "Y/N!"

"My bad!" You slipped into the poolhouse, laughing to the point of your stomach hurting.

Ruben leaving early was a shame. But now that you had his number you could always text him.

You: I'd love to meet in Lisbon 😉

Ruben: Great! Just tell me when and I'll be ready for you. 

You: Cool. As long as it's not on a boat 😅

Ruben: Don't worry. I have other plans for us.😜

You: Oh, let's hear them then?

Ruben: Hmm.. I'll let your imagination run free instead. Perhaps then you'll be excited to see me.

You: I'm already excited.

Ruben: Yeah? 

You: Yeah.

Ruben: Well then, guess I'll see you sooner than later then?

You: Maybe you will.🙈

Ruben: Goodnight Y/N.

You: Goodnight Ruben, see you soon.

Ruben: Can't wait.❤️