Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 74882 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 374(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74882 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 374(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
“I love you,” Camilo murmurs against my lips. “I want to spend the rest of our lives showing you.”
“That’s a long time,” I say with a smirk.
“Time with you is never enough, abejita.” His smile grows wicked. “Now let’s get naked so we can celebrate with ten orgasms each.”
“Ten orgasms! Are you insane?”
“Strip, beautiful.”
“Hell no. There’s no way you’re giving me ten orgasms.”
“That sounds like a challenge.”
“It’s an impossibility!”
“Wanna bet?”
“Go away,” I groan.
“Never, Sher.”
He kisses me deeply, making me forget my own name.
But I don’t forget that he loves me.
I certainly don’t forget he’s promised to make me his forever.
Epilogue
CAMILO
One year later…
The minister speaks of love and forgiveness and withstanding storms together. He reminds us to be faithful and kind. His words begin to blend together as my attention is brought elsewhere.
To her.
Always to her.
Sheridan soon-to-be Zaragoza.
Sher’s eyes are on our daughter. Our sweet baby girl named Lola. Lola suckles from her mother’s breast as though this is the most natural thing to do—feed during a wedding. It feels pretty fucking natural to me. In fact, what other guy can say his wife flashed him her tit in front of the minister while reciting vows?
Lola is cute as hell in some frilly white dress Mamá had made for her. My mother was always great at being a mother, but she’s a spectacular abuela. Always on call for whenever Sher and I need a date night.
“Camilo?”
I tear my gaze away from my daughter to look at the minister in confusion. He chuckles and repeats his words. Once I confirm that I will love my wife until the day I die, he asks the same of Sher. We somehow make it through the ceremony, exchange rings, and then get to the best part.
The kiss.
I run a knuckle over my daughter’s black hair before dipping to kiss my wife. Feels pretty damn good to call her that now. She tastes like limes and forever. God, I’m a lucky man.
We must be kissing too long because Damian whistles. I smile against Sher’s lips and pull away. Everyone cheers for us as we make our way back down the aisle, this time as a married couple.
It’s strange to me how things turned out. A little over a year ago if someone told me I’d marry the feisty woman in the fancy clothes, I would’ve laughed. If they would have told me I’d also have the most beautiful little girl with her, I’d tell them kids were more Carson’s thing. But just like Hurricane Rodrigo, Sheridan blew into my life, shook things up, and left me forever changed.
“Dame a mi princesa,” Mamá orders Sher. Give me my princess.
Sher kisses Lola on her dark head and then passes her over to her grandparents. Eduardo is practically giddy as he gushes over Lola. I can’t help but think how lucky I am he’s in our lives. He’s been a good man to Mamá and has taken care of her. Eduardo is practically a saint because he put up with all my bullshit over the years and still loves me. My chest tightens at that thought. It makes me miss my dad, but it also makes me appreciative for the family I have.
“Care to dance, abejita?”
I tug my wife to me and settle my hands on her ass. She wraps her arms around my neck and toys with my hair. We stare at each other song after song, barely swaying to the music, lost in our own little world.
“I love you, little bee,” I tell her with a grin.
She smiles. “I love you too, bird boy.”
I playfully dip her, kiss her pretty neck, and then pull her back to me. Randall, Mona, and David are sitting nearby shooting the shit with Dale and Doris. Estefania and Damian are arguing near the DJ. Kyle’s hiding at Carson’s table with Krissy and Brennan, no doubt hoping to not get pulled into more of Damian’s shenanigans. Marco, Araceli’s baby daddy, is chasing Rodrigo down. The kid can walk now and is a little hurricane like his namesake. Sometimes I think my cousin agreed to move in with Marco just so he’d be punished with forced babysitting. Marco’s a total loser, but he somehow loves my bitchy cousin and he’s trying to be a good dad to Rodrigo. Maybe one day he’ll grow up and put a ring on Araceli’s finger.
“You look happy,” Sher says, drawing my attention back to her.
“Of course I am. I have everything I ever wanted. Prettiest little girl. Hottest wife. Everyone I care about all in the same location. It’s pretty awesome.”
“I’m trying to get Daddy and Mona to buy a house out here so they can visit more.”
I snort. “As long as David doesn’t buy one too.”
“Be nice,” she chides.
“He still looks at you like you’re the one who got away.”