But this particular summer can’t technically last forever. Another week and we have to sail the boat back down to Valencia, where I live, and then we’re off to the States, where I’ll begin the process of applying for a green card.
In a few years that process should be complete and then we can split our time between the States and Spain. How do you top that kind of a life?
You don’t, but it’s not because of the weather or the location. Heck, we could be in Andorra in the cold all winter skiing and it would still be amazing…because we’d have each other. That’s all we need.
I carefully cradle her body as she begins to swim until I release my hands so she’s not constricted in any way.
“Don’t you think you’re being overly cautious?” she asks.
“Impossible. Not when our child is in that beautiful belly of ours.”
She smiles.
“You see what I see?” I motion towards a cove that’s likely been empty since the first day of September when all of the holidaymakers returned home to resume their normal lives.
“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?”
I nod and we both swim over.
The water’s a bit cooler this time of year and the sun is too, but what will never cool are the flames in my belly when it comes to her.
We spend the next few hours making love in the cove, swimming, and just enjoying each other in every way possible.
We talk about possibly writing a book together one day, and have fun making up little plots and names and what it could be about. Of course we’re going to be doing a lot of this in the future, considering we’ll be picking out a name for our little guy, or girl, in just seven months from now.
And we’ll also need to pick out all the adventures we’re going to take together, and will there ever be a lot.
But what there won’t be any question of, is how much we love our first child, and all the things we’re going to do for them to make sure their life is just as amazing, and joyous, as the life Lizzy has given me.
She’s shown me that life’s more important than sitting behind a computer screen trying to find things in one country only to sell them in another. Surprisingly I never put two and two together. The reason why people buy things is happiness, something I didn’t even know I was missing…then again I didn’t know about her, or at least not in this new, adult form.
She was always just my buddy’s kid, nothing more than that. But not anymore. She’s not just my best friend’s child anymore. She’s my best friend, and we’ll soon have a child of our own to love, protect, and bring us even closer together…if that’s possible.
The possibilities are truly endless, and it’s all because my best friend came for a visit this summer…and brought along his daughter for a summer holiday that’s going to last a lifetime.
“Love you,” she says.
“I love you.”
“Race ya to the boat!” she says running along the sand and diving into the shallow water before paddling like a madwoman toward the boat.
“Be careful!” I say, taking my time so as not to encourage her. I’ll gladly let her win because I don’t want her overextending herself. “You’re carrying my baby!” I yell, my hands cupped to my mouth.
“Our baby,” she says, as she rolls onto her back and does the backstroke into the sea. “Ours…”
She’s right, because she’s mine…mine all mine. Forever.
EXTENDED EPILOGUE
Lizzy
10 years later
“So that’s how the tide works, buddy,” Alejandro says to our oldest Lucas, as Lucia, Hugo, Valeria and Daniela and Daniel, our twins, watch from the hillside as my husband and our son paddle out at Mundaka.
Mundaka is a world famous break in the Basque Region of Northern Spain.
It’s Lucas’s first time ever surfing, but it’s off-season, the waves are usually their biggest and attracting people from all over during the winter, not the summer.
I’m a little nervous, but I know I don’t have to be. Alejandro is beyond protective of our kids. He checked out both their schools, back home and here in Spain, to make sure he knew everything he could about their teachers. He also never lets them go to sleepovers until he personally meets the parents.
He’s one proud papa bear, but he’s quick to turn into a growling grizzly if anyone so much as seems to be a threat to our family.
It’s just one of the many things I love about him.
“Here, honey,” I say, handing the binoculars to Valeria so she can watch them paddle out.
“Daddy’s still big, even from far away.”
“Daddy’s a big man,” I say, biting my tongue. Daddy’s a big man in all ways…which explains our six kids in ten years. The saying eight is enough sounds perfect for me these days, but Alejandro is dead set on having at least ten, and preferably a baker’s dozen. He says a baker’s dozen is his newest favorite cultural import from the States…and he doesn’t even eat pastries, he just applies it to the size of our family.
And speaking of size, I myself have put on a few pounds. I was feeling pretty self-conscious after the third kid when I couldn’t lose the baby weight quickly enough. Luckily for me those fears were quickly relieved when Alejandro told me not to worry about it. He finally wouldn’t have to “hold back” anymore.
“Hold back?” I’d asked. The man had me biting pillows as he turned my cheeks so red I couldn’t sit for days with the thrusting he was dishing out.
Good grief, he wasn’t kidding. Next thing I knew the man cranked it up another notch and really showed me what it means when he says, “You make me lose my mind.”
The power I feel when I see this man turn into a beast sets me off every time I experience it. Watching a man who’s six feet five inches go absolutely crazy with lust, and love, as he takes my body, and my mind, to places I didn’t even know existed is exhilarating.
And the way he picks me up like I weigh nothing, carrying me around the room, holding me right in the center of the bedroom, the living room, heck even the yard, is a rush in and of itself. He doesn’t even need a wall to balance my back off of.
The man can grip my waist with two hands and impale me for hours, and oh my I am not complaining one bit, no matter how sore I get. If anything it’s just a constant reminder of how naughty mommy and daddy have been, even when I have to stand at the dinner table to eat with the family from time to time.
“There he goes mom!” Hugo yells, pointing to the water.
Lucas paddles quickly and goes to stand up but misses the wave. A few minutes later he tries again, this time getting half way up before wiping out.
Alejandro is right there by his side to make sure everything’s okay, to pat him on the head, and to encourage him to try again.
Another thing I love about him. He always reminds the kids that it’s not how many times they fall down…it’s how many times they get back up.
“Third time’s the charm. Third time’s the charm. Third time’s the charm,” I say as I watch a wave forming up behind my boys.
“Go! Paddle, paddle, paddle!” my man yells as my little man paddles his little arms off and his heart out.
He goes to stand. “Mommy, why are you squeezing my hand,” Daniela asks.
“Sorry, honey,” I say, trying to ease my grip, but I don’t take my eyes off him.
“Look dad!” Lucas yells as he catches the wave and rides it toward their entry point, which is our direction.
“Whoa!” Hugo says with the binoculars. “I wanna try.”
“Next year, honey.”
“Here, wanna look,” he says, poking me with the binoculars.
“No, I can see from here,” I say, and it’s no exaggeration. I can see my oldest boy’s thousand watt smile from way up here, and I can barely contain myself.
“Mom.”
“Yes, dear.”
“Why are you crying?” Daniel asks. “Are you sad?”
“No, honey. I’ve never been mo
re happy in my life, except for the days you were each born.”
“You were the same amount of happy each of those days?”
“Absolutely,” I say, leaning down and kissing each of them on the tops of their heads.
“Honey!” Alejandro waves from way down and out there in the water.
I wave back, and grab that Instax camera from our picnic basket and snap a picture of him. It’s the same one from that first summer in Barcelona…and every summer since.
Some things never change, like our love for each other. The only thing that’s different is that these days there’s more love to go around, thanks to my dad’s best friend and the life, and family, we’ve made together…truly living out our very own endless summer. Forever.
A MAN WHO KNOWS WHAT HE WANTS
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Book 3: Built
Book 4: Bambino
Book 5: Rescued
Book 6: Leader
Book 7: Professor
Book 8: Burned
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Book 10: Pistol
Book 11: Policed
Book 12: Driven
Book 13: Lucky 13
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Book 15: Protector
Book 16: Carpenter
Book 17: Italian Stallion
Book 18: Gardener
Book 19: Budapest Billionaire’s Virgin
Book 20: Billionaire’s Babysitter
Book 21: Cocky CFO
Book 22: Fireman’s Filthy 4th
Book 23: Mechanic
Book 24: SEAL’s Secret
Book 25: Police, Pooch, and Smooch
Book 26: Fireman’s Fake Fiancée
Book 27: Billionaire’s Virgin Ballerina
Book 28: Bitcoin Billionaire’s Babysitter
Book 29: Veterans Day Daddy
Book 30: Cowboy’s Christmas Carol
Book 31: Police Officer’s Princess
Book 32: Statham
Book 33: Bodyguard
Book 34: Greek God
Book 35: Billionaire Single Dad's Babysitter
Book 36: Mountain Man
Book 37: SEAL’s Justice
Book 38: Royal Romance
Book 39: Doctor Mountain Man’s Special Delivery
Book 40: Crocodile Dan D
Book 41: Mountain Man’s Secret Baby
Book 42: Doctor Bad Boy’s Secret Baby
Book 43: Cop’s Babysitter
Book 44: Nanny for the Cop Next Door
Book 45: Small Town SEAL’s Saving Grace
Book 46: Cop’s Fake Fiancée
Book 47: Billionaire’s Nanny
Book 48: Cowboy’s Babysitter
Book 49: Steamy
Book 50: Brother’s Best Friend
Book 51: Possessive Professor
Book 52: Firefighter’s Babysitter
Book 53: Soldier’s Secret Baby
Book 54: Ward’s Independence Day
Book 55: Doctor Next Door
Book 56: Possessive Policeman
Book 57: Coached by the MMA Fighter
Book 58: Boss’s Babysitter
Book 59: Virgin in New York
Book 60: Rock Star’s Baby
Book 61: Possessive Protector
Book 62: Possessive Australian
Book 63: Best Friend’s Brother
Book 64: Possessive Cowboy
Book 65: Summer Romanced
Book 66: Possessive Prince
Book 67: Lovers’s Enemy
Book 68: Cop’s Best Friend
Book 69: Possessive Firefighter
Book 70: Football Next Door
Book 71: Doctor December
Book 72: Possessive Canadian
Book 73: Blue Collar Billionaire
Book 74: Possessive K-9 Cop
Book 75: Possessive Brazilian
Book 76: Hockey Obsession
Book 77: Possessive Boston Irish American MMA Fighter
Book 78: Halloween Next Door
Book 79: Possessive Russian
Book 80: Baseball Mine
Book 81: Cop’s Caribbean Captive
Book 82: Instalove Island
Book 83: Dad’s Best Friend
Book 84: Thanksgiving with Dad’s Boss
Book 85: Possessive Italian Neighbor
Book 86: Possessive Portuguese
Book 87: Possessive Christmas Cop
Book 88: Russian’s Obsession
Book 89: Possessive Doctor’s Christmas
Book 90: Possessive Parisian Pilot
Book 91: U.K. Boxing Day
Book 92: Jealous Russian Stalker
Book 93: Italian Mountain Man
Book 94: Aggressive Russian
Book 95: Possessive Valentine
Book 96: Possessive Hunter
Book 97: Dad’s Russian Mafia Friend
Book 98: Russian Teacher
Book 99: Australian Obsession
Book 100: Russian Next Door
Book 101: Dad’s Irish Friend
Book 102: Nanny for the Russian Mafia
Book 103: Best Friend’s Dad
Book 104: Basketball Babymaker
Book 105: Possessive Veterinarian
Book 106: Brother’s Fireman Friend
Book 107: Brother’s Canadian Cowboy Friend
Book 108: Summer Vacation With Dad’s Best Friend
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