A Perfect Mistake

Chapter 17

The plane lands in Miami at sharply 8:00.

We exit the plane, grab our luggage, and take a cab to Golden.

By 8:15, we finally arrive at their beautiful beach house on the beautiful Golden Beach.

Their house is Victorian-style, big, and painted gray-and-white. There is a path that starts at the front steps and it leads to the beach. 

I breath deeply into the fresh, salty air. 

"Aah," I say peacefully.

"Peaceful, ain't it?" Gina says with a smile.

I nod my head. "Oh. Yes. Very."

Dylan unlocks the front door with a key and all of us follow him inside.

I look up at the ceiling, trying to remember the layout of the house.

We're on the first floor right now. The kitchen, dining room, living room, and a bathroom are set on this floor.

The second floor consists of a bar, mini arcade center, a spa and sauna, an indoor pool and big hot tub, and another bathroom.

The third floor consists of the bedrooms. There are 5 of them. Each bedroom has a small bathroom and a balcony.

The fourth floor only consists an attic.

"Let's go to our bedroom and unpack," I suggest to Eva.

"Sure," Eva agrees.

We bring our luggage to our bedroom, which is the one on the very far right, with the biggest balcony.

The bedroom is so pretty. The walls are painted a light pink, the floor is hardwood but with light pink and white striped small rugs spread across it, and all of the furniture is painted white. There are 2 queen sized beds with light pink blankets and white pillows.

I remember when Eva and I were 5 years old and we went to Golden Beach for the very 1st time and we picked out this bedroom because we thought it was the prettiest bedroom in the entire house. We were also in love with the house in general and the beach.

Flash forward 10 years and we're still in awe with this pretty bedroom and we're also still in love with the house in general and the beach...

We unpack as quickly as we can. Then we change into our bathing suits, lather on sunscreen, apply tanning spray, and put on our sunglasses. We run downstairs with dry, clean towels.

"We're hitting the beach!" Eva calls to everyone.

"Okay, we'll be there shortly, have fun!" Gina calls.

We walk down the path and we reach the beach in about 5 minutes.

Because it's only 9:15 in the morning and the beach only opened for the public 15 minutes ago, there aren't a lot of people. We're relieved.

"We should just lie down on the sand and work on our tan," I say. "It's not that warm yet, only about 70 degrees."

"Yeah, good point," Eva agrees.

Once we find the perfect spot, we spread our towels across the sand, set up an umbrella, and we  lie down.

I feel the sun kiss my body. Aah. I'm already having fun.

I put on my earbuds and listen to music through my iPhone.

When I walk on by, girls be looking like damn he fly

I pimp to the beat,

Walking on the street with in my new lafreak, yeah

This is how I roll, animal print, pants out control,

It's redfoo with the big Afro

It's like Bruce Lee rock at the club

Sexy and I Know It by LMFAO is one of my favorite songs ever.

Girl look at that body

Girl look at that body

Girl look at that body

I work out

Girl look at that body

Girl look at that body

Girl look at that body

I work out

When the song is over, I get a funny feeling.

My stomach flip flops. The baby is kicking a LOT. 

"Huh," I mutter.

Then something crazy happens:

My water breaks.

Oh, no.

"Eva!" I cry, shaking her.

Eva sits up and she takes off her earbuds. "What, Cassie?"

"I'm in labor."