Jane's POV I woke up to the smell of something potently sweet lingering in the air. It was day two of living with my grandmother and it seemed her newfound purpose was feeding me. She complained saying I was too skinny and needed to have my energy for when it came time to deliver. I drew my curtains and opened the window allowing the sweet air into the room. My body quivered in delight, welcoming the fresh air into my oxygen stream.My grandmother was excited about having a great-grandchild and I didn't realize before that I wasn't only making abuelo a great-grandfather. I was making my parent's grandparents as well. "You're such a sweetie," I heard my grandmother say to someone and I heard a man chuckle.I went over to the bathroom and brushed my teeth. I had been using my grandmother's clothes. It was baggy on me and very freeing. The best thing about living here as a kid was that I could stay in PJs all day. It's not like it was any different when I lived on my own but here it
I stood in place staring at Alvaro. He walked up the porch skipping the broken step and coming over to me. He put an arm around my waist drawing me in and placing a chaste kiss on my forehead. "You must be Jane's husband," Brady said coming over to us. He eyed Alvaro up and down. Alvaro grinned and it was wicked. "So she mentioned me." "Jane," my grandmother came outside. "I heard something break." She paused upon seeing Alvaro. He kept his arm around my waist. "Oh hello," she said looking him over."Abuela," he turned and looked at me, "your grandmother?" I nodded and he walked over to her. I swallowed hard not knowing how to deal with the situation. I was so careful. I thought I would have time before he could even find me. "Are you my Jane's boyfriend?" My grandmother asked and Alvaro turned back to look at me. "Boyfriend?" He questioned. "I always thought it was more than that," he smiled and my grandmother blushed. "Oh well come in," she said, "I've been wanting to meet yo
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