Warning this chapter contains sensitive topics about the complications of pregnancy. I have tried not to be graphic. Alvaro's POV I woke up with her cuddled to my chest. She was so small against my lengthy body. I pushed the hair out of her face. My life was never going to be the same again. Abuelo was a smart man. I was never going to be the boss. She had power over me with the child she was carrying. It's exactly what I was afraid of. I couldn't hide from her. She needed me and if I could make her think otherwise about the kind of man I was I know she wouldn't try to run from me again. She pressed herself further into me. Do angels see the good in everyone even if they were beyond redemption. "Alvaro," she whispered, nuzzling her face into my chest. I was too fascinated by her to move away. "I'm right here, angel," I whispered. Her eyes fluttered open and she looked up at me. She seemed confused at first her brows knitting together as her lips came to a small frown. At s
Jane's POV.My sadness over the last couple of days got less and less. Alvaro's support was everything I needed. He didn't blame me but I blamed myself. I shouldn't have been so rash to run away. I regretted leaving but it seemed like the right thing to do at the time. Alvaro stayed with me every night. He slept beside me silently playing with my hair until I fell asleep. He didn't have to say much. His presence was loud enough. I knew he felt guilty that's why he stayed. I hadn't been back to work. I just couldn't think straight and the fact that I had to deal with Michelle when I went back was something I was trying to avoid. But I couldn't hide from the world forever and there was a part of me that felt empty on the inside. I was scared to be a mother when I was pregnant, but I was coming to terms with it and adjusting to the idea of having a kid and then things changed. I wasn't going to be a mom after nine months. I wanted to try again. I just didn't know how to bring it up
I got dressed in the adjourning bathroom. The white bikini was more revealing than I initially thought. I should have settled for more than just a picture of Alvaro in his pink Hawaiian shirt. He knocked on the door. "Are you coming out anytime soon, sweetheart?" He asked cockily. "Because I'm already dressed." "Um, just a second," I called back, pulling and tugging on the one piece. Why would they make something like this for swimming. "You can't stay in there forever. Just say you change your mind and I won't call you a chicken for backing out." "I'm not a chicken," I whispered. "Are you sure?" He asked and I was surprised he heard me. I stepped out of the bathroom and as he promised he was wearing the pink shirt. "You look great in pink," I said and his raked over my body. He blinked twice before looking up at my face. "And you should put this on," he said handing me my throw over. I put the short beach cover-up on fastening it on in the front. "I thought you wanted
I felt Alvaro's finger trail up and down my spine and I opened my eyes to see him sitting beside me— fully clothed. It was day three of paradise. I didn't want to leave. The idea that reality was waiting was a daunting thought. Because what did it mean for us. "Coffee?" He asked and I sat up. Memories of the previous night came flashing back and I bit my lip. He made me look at the ocean while he did wickedly pleasurable things to me on the balcony. He made me reach new heights of pleasure I didn't know possible and I passed out from exhaustion afterwards.I took the cup of steaming hot coffee bringing it to my lips. The bed sheet was wrapped around my body and I could feel the breeze from the balcony filter into the room. Alvaro watched me and giddiness flooded my heart. I was falling for him. "What's wrong, mami?" His voice was thick and I shook my head. "Nothing." "What do you want to do today?" He asked, mindlessly twirling a lock of my hair. "They are having a luau tomor
I drove us home from the airstrip and Alvaro kept his hand on my leg the entire time. He was on the phone with someone and every time he'd raise his voice I'd feel his grip tighten slightly. He was worse on the plane. I had to put on my headphones and go sit in the room. He was a person whose basic vocabulary and his go-to proverbial was fuck and then when the word fuck wasn't getting his point across. He'd say puta which I learned was bitch in Spanish.I was just surprised Mateo didn't pick up his language. "No," he said to someone over the phone and did that laugh. That laugh where I'd often thought he was amused but he'd end up saying something threatening. "Hijo de puta! I said I want it finished by tomorrow or else. I don't care who fucked up. Fix it." He cut the call. "La concha de tu madre.""That sounded bad," I sighed. "Everything okay?" "I just haven't been away for so long and I was setting up something important before we left.""What exactly is it that you do?" It was t
I woke up to see Alvaro was already dressed in his formal pants and a white shirt. I sat up and watched as he adorned his jacket. Pulling it over his broad shoulders. I held the sheet around me tighter as my eyes raked over his body.I couldn't stop staring at him sometimes. He turned around and noticed I was staring. "Good morning," he said coming over and kissing my forehead. "Good morning," I yawned, wiping the sleep away from my eyes. "Get dressed. I'm taking you to work today." He stated, straightening out his jacket sleeves. "With you?" I was confused and I was sure it wasn't because I just woke up. "That store you work in," he said like any of this made sense to me. "I'm pretty sure I'm fired. I haven't been back there for three weeks." "Trust me." He had a look of determination on his face. I got out of bed and went into the bathroom to brush my teeth and take a shower. I had a bad feeling about this. Michelle would lose her mind when she saw me. I left the shop unatt
I stared at Marcus and he took a step forward. My past life felt like it fell away when I married Alvaro— not that I had much of a past to worry about.But everyone had a ghost from the past. Something that could come back to haunt.Before Alvaro, we were already broken up for a month and I promised myself I wouldn't go back to him and I was going to stand by it even if I wasn't married. He was not worth the tears, and broken-hearted love songs. "I came by last week and you weren't here," he said, snapping me out of my pensive thoughts. I wanted a black hole to open up and swallow me. I didn't know what to say to him. What could I say to him.Carlos was watching us from the door. "Yeah, I was busy." I put on a strong front but inside I wasn't feeling strong. I was feeling nauseous. Like everyone in my life, he walked all over me and I was tired of being a doormat. It was time for me to stand up for myself. Because it was my life. "So you own the store now?" he bobbed back and fo
A few days passed and I went to sleep alone and woke up alone. Alvaro ate dinner in his study every night and I was sure he probably slept in there too.He was acting strange and I wanted to know why. I always thought honesty was a good thing when it came to relationships, but if I knew he'd react the way he did. I wouldn't have said anything at all. I hunched over the counter trying to count the right amount of change to give to the customer. I kept losing count because of all my intrusive thoughts. This entire situation was making me sick or maybe it was my lunch. I stress-ate an entire bowl of spaghetti Bolognese. I didn't mean to eat the whole thing at once but with my loss of awareness, I only stopped eating when I put the fork to my lips and realised it was empty and so was the bowl. I could only think about Alvaro. I didn't want things to go back to the way they used to be a month ago. Where we would barely say five words to each other while passing during the day. I liked