Lauren POV empty. I wonder if I'm in limbo. But what exactly happened? Could it be that at some point in my journey from the kitchen to the garden where Camila was, I had an epileptic attack, I fell convulsing and died? They say that when we die, we spend a movie in our head of all our events in life. Well, I'm just in a huge void, white and nothing else. There are no walls, doors, windows, a little hole that is, nothing. And in my head only a single thought occurs: what the hell happened? I walk a few meters looking for something, until I get frustrated and find another handful of nothing. I sit on something I can not even identify if it would be the floor and suddenly I hear some voices. They are children laughing and there is someone else, it seems to be a woman. I know that voice. Of course I know, it's my favorite sound all over the world, it's her voice, Camila. I turn in several directions of that white immensity and end up noticing something that was not there before. It looks like a doorknob. I walk there to make sure, just to see that it was really a doorknob. I turn it and a huge door opens, I cover the face with the forearm, because an immense clarity passes through the new opening. I open my eyes gradually until I get accustomed to the light of the new environment and perceive a garden. It looked like the garden of our house. In fact, not only did it look like it was an exact copy of our garden. What the fuck is going on? I died and the sky is some kind of place that has given us comfort while alive? I walk a little further, following the voices, they come from the little house in the tree. I get closer and I realize that it's really my wife and some children, maybe three. One I could finally recognize, through laughter, that it was our daughter, but what about the others? Were they my nephew Enzo and that Italian friend? Well, how to know is not it? A few minutes ago I was surrounded by absolutely nothing and now I am in the garden of my house, listening to my wife and daughter playing with two other children that I do not know who they are. Apparently, wherever I am, anything can happen. I climb the small staircase that leads to the entrance of the house and find Camila sitting on the porch floor, Sophie is facing her, also sitting and playing with two little boys who are sitting on Camila's lap. I finish climbing the steps and watch the scene. Who are these little boys? They are too young to be my nephews and my daughter's friend, they must be at least three years old. - Hey, love. Camila calls me smiling. - Come on, let's play with the kids. - Come on, Mom. "It was my daughter's turn to call me. I had no reaction, perhaps because I did not understand bullying of what was happening, perhaps out of curiosity about the two boys on my wife's lap, or perhaps the only fact that I was embarrassed by their features when they looked at me: they are the face of Camila. Fine features, sharp, slightly upturned noses, fleshy little mouths, brown hair, but the eyes, despite their contours similar to hers, were green. Both. Surely they were twins. - Lauren. My wife called poking at my shoulder. - Love? - but I kept standing staring at the two boys on her lap. "Lo ..." Another nudge, this time on both shoulders, seemed more shaken. - Love wakes up! His voice came out a little squeaky, I do not understand his countenance remained calm and serene, she was not even touching me. What the fuck is going on, my God? - Lauren! - This time I did not feel shaken, but I felt small slaps on my cheeks. Suddenly a smell of alcohol invaded my nostrils, it was strong. I even looked around if there was any bottle of some liquor, but found nothing beyond Sophie's toy tea set on the small balcony. The scent intensified, and in the same magic as a door appeared in the middle of that nothingness, the things in front of me were beginning to become transparent, as if they were disappearing.- Lauren! Wake up, for Christ's sake! Camila's voice was desperate, I felt guilty for not being able to do or say anything. In front of me, she and the children were almost completely disappearing, like a rainbow giving the last airs of her grace, after a rainy morning, when the sun resolves to appear. And then an insane despair took hold of me. - Love! I shouted in a fright. And again, the scenario has changed, that is, the characters. The place was still the garden of the house, exactly the same, but I was not in the tree house, much less Camila was with Sophie and the two twin boys. I was lying on the floor, next to the pool deck, and with me was only my wife, on her knees beside me and holding me by the shoulders. Her face was wet with tears. - Thank God! She drew me quickly against her body. - You gave me a fright. - Wh-what ... what happened? I asked half-dizzy and completely stunned. "Why was I sleeping here?" "You were not asleep, my love. Camila helped me up and I could see a bottle of alcohol by her side and a cloth in her hand should be soaked in the liquid. - You passed out. She said as she sat down with me in one of the huge chairs. "C-how?" But ... I ... I was even dreaming ... I do not remember anything ... shit ... I drank too much and do not remember? Because the last thing I remember was to have finished packing things in the kitchen and coming to the garden looking for her. She looked at me with a mixture of concern and disappointment. "You do not remember anything else?" "No ..." I replied slowly, seeming to have acquired some kind of mental retardation. - Camz, tell me soon, what happened? I just remember that and a half-crazy dream with you and Sophie playing in the tree house and more little boys who, curiously enough, reminded you a lot. I got rid of it impatiently. - You what? - Yeah I had that dream, apparently the boys were twins and they were a faithful copy of you. "Well ..." she began, smiling. "So I guess you ..." curiously Camila took both my hands and carried them to the area of her belly, one on each side. "It just did not process the right to information. I'm pregnant, Lauren, with twins. He finished with a dazzling smile and a few tears trickling back into his beautiful eyes. - V-you ... you .... we ... twins ... My state could not be other than catatonic. And that seemed to worry her again. "Do not faint again, for Christ's sake," he pleaded, already shaking me by the shoulders. "Twins," I repeated, my eyes completely blank. - Twins ... - That, love, twins ... - And I ... I ... - You ...? "I'm going to ... I'm going to be a mother again ..." I was talking more to myself in a stupid attempt to believe what was coming out of my own mouth. "That ..." My wife seemed to enjoy my features. - Of twins ... - this time I spoke with the most stupid smile possible ripping my face. - Fuck! I'm going to be the mother of twins! I shouted at the top of my lungs as I rose from my chair. - Lauren! Speak up, Sophie will wake up! "Is it so, my love?" We will be mothers again, she will win two more little brothers, she has more to wake up to know. I took her hands and lifted her, too. "Wait, I was not the last to know, was I?" "No, my love, it was only me and Dr. Lewis who knew. Oh, and her mother, but she's really suspicious, I still have not confirmed anything to her. - My God! I'm going to be a mother! Of twins! I hugged her on impulse and turned her around. - Love, I love you so much! "I stopped spinning before I began to develop any principle of labyrinthitis. - I love you, very, very much, Camz. - I love you too, Lo. She said tearfully. "Aff, these bullshit hormones have begun to fill me up and make me look like a bipolar madman who changes his mood every second. "You're the prettiest and the coolest of all, I do not mind your mood swings, I'll confront them as often as necessary if you're to fill this little Cabello-Jauregui house ..." "Never mind! "She cut me off before I continued my fantasy of having at least one football team with her. "It's not you they're going to leave." I think one is little, two is good and three is too much.- Does not matter! I shouted, but it was really happy. - Do you know why? I lifted her off the floor and she shook her head, laughing again at my mouth. "Because I'm going to be a mother again and a twin!" I gave her a tight hug, but then I released her with a worried look. "Forgive my babies, Mother did not want to hurt you, I promise not to squeeze Momma Camz like that anymore. I began to speak with Camila's still straight belly. "It's going to start ..." she grunted, holding my face forcing me to look at her. "Do not start with your paranoia, please ..." "But love ..." "Lauren, they're still just tiny ferns, do not pire so early. - How many weeks? - Ten ... - Wait, wait. - I cut her. "Did you ever do the first ultrasound and did not call me?" "B-well ... er ... I wanted to surprise you, and then I was ... alone." - When? "Do you know that week that I was feeling ill and a little dizzy? "Yes, you told me it could have been the excess of your dessert." I smiled wickedly as I remembered how she had eaten the candy. "It was an intense night. - Well, I lied. He confessed. "There was suspicion in my head, so I talked to her mother and she persuaded me to do some pharmacy tests and after the results, I went to the doctor. "How did I not know that?" "You do not watch every step I take, watch?" Not that I did not want to. - Lauren! He grinned, slapping my arm. "But what about contraceptives, you stopped drinking?" "Let's just say I've forgotten it by wanting to-" "You planned it?" "Oh, no, no. I just did not care so much about the idea of having another baby and I did not worry so much about the pills. "I have to confess that sometimes I took the pill from the carton so you would think I had taken it. I confessed. - Lauren! She gasped, but in a totally relaxed way. "So you wanted to, too?" "Er ... yes ... I just did not know how to talk to you ..." "It's good that we both wanted to. Wow, I'm so happy! I sealed our lips quickly. "You know, I had a question now. - I said as we parted our lips and she made a nasal sound so I could continue. "Is Sophie going to be jealous?" "I think she'll understand, and she'll even be happy to have company." "Will she like having two little boys play with her?" "Lauren, love, I still do not know the sexes. Only they are univitelinos, which means that the sexes of both will be equal. "My intuition tells me it will be two boys." "Why this intuition now?" "Remember I told you about the dream?" Camila nods and I press on. "Well, like I said, it was two little boys and they were your face, my love. "Well, it's a possibility, but let's wait ..." I opened my mouth to say something and she cut me short. "And do not even think about spending a small fortune on that exam." "But love. I protested ... in vain. - No "but", we will wait until the right time to discover the sexes of babies, as every normal couple does. "Technically speaking, we're not normal. - Do not be stupid. She laughed with amusement and shuddered as an icy breeze passed us. - Cold? She just nodded. - I think it's time to get in, come on. *** We went in, we took one last look at our daughter, who slept like an angel, and we went to our room. I had already taken my bath and was lying on our bed and reading while waiting for my wife to leave the bathroom. Curiously, she was taking too long. Which triggered my paranoid warning to something bad that might have happened. And only increased when she screamed. - Love! "Babies!" Was all I could think of as I jumped out of bed and stopped almost face to face with the bathroom door. "What is it, Camz?" It's OK? Did something happen? Are the babies okay? I unloaded all the questions that came to mind, knocking on the door.- Easy, Laur, it's okay. She said in her quietest voice as she opened the door. "What happened then?" "I just wanted you to help me with something ..." He lifted the bottle of the blessed bruise cream. - Come on behind my back? - Of course. I replied, swallowing hard. Even after years, that cream still had the same effect on me. Camila just set the bottle in my hand and took a few steps until she reached the sink and turned her back to me. He untied the knot of his robe and let it fall free by its marvelous curves, revealing its entirely naked body. At that time I just asked God to have control. - Come, love. She asked in a tone of voice like a nymphet and a smirk that only she could give. I shortened our distance, staying only a few inches behind her. With the calm of a Tibetan monk, I opened the glass of cream, put a fair amount on my palm, and rubbed both hands before putting them on his back. "Are you in any pain?" You do not have bruises. "No." "You know what the smell of that cream does to me. I said, gently massaging the area around her shoulders. - Yes. - Are you trying to tease me? - I am getting it? I did not answer, just clipped our bodies and she shivered as I felt the volume already forming inside my pants. - This answer your question? I asked hoarsely at his ear. "You know ..." she began to roll slowly, rubbing her butt in my cock that brightened more and more every second. "I was thinking of continuing those morsels that were interrupted by our beloved daughter this morning." - Oh yes? "Uhmm ..." he said softly in my arms. - I think it's a great idea. By the next second I was already turning her face towards me and attacking her lips. By now my cock was already hard. Camila wasted no time and tried to lower my pants, without undoing the contact of our mouths. I braced her body against the icy marble of the sink behind us and made a little effort to place her sitting on it. My hands ran from her thighs to her hip, where I squeezed calmly and intensely, Camila gasped. I finished removing my trousers that still lay on my feet, she tried not to waste time and lower my boxer underwear, revealing my throbbing limb, I looked at her face and almost fell as I saw her wet her lips with her tongue and secure the lower one between the dents, soon thereafter. In a swift movement, Camila pushed me back, making me fall into the toilet seat with the lid down. She came down from the sink and knelt between my legs. - I missed you. He said as he slid one hand down my dick and used the other to lean on my thigh. "A lot..." He traced the tip of his tongue across the glans, picking up the pre-joys. I shuddered. - Suadade. She hissed before covering her bulbous head with her soft lips. - Ah Camila! I moaned, taking my hands in his hair, entangling my fingers through the brown threads. - That! Aaah ... Not that we were exactly one of those couples that falls into the rut and just has a silly fucking every month. The truth is that, having a curious and clever daughter like Sophie, it was quite common for my wife and I to always find a way to speed things up, after all, none of us wanted to anticipate sex so much with our daughter. Soon, oral sex became a kind of bonus that only came on commemorative dates, such as on wedding anniversaries, where we could slip away from the routine, or when Sophie insisted on sleeping in her grandparents' house. Today, fortunately, it was one of those days when she spent all her amazing, endless energies and would not wake up under threat from an earthquake or some other natural phenomenon. The sucking noise that the friction between my wife's mouth and my penis was causing echoed through the bathroom walls, mingling with my hoarse, choked groans. She was driving me crazy. Camilla had this gift, she would easily be able to make me cum with a mere snap of her fingers if she wanted to. She was already feeling that familiar sensation. A tingle forming in my womb, I would enjoy and would not delay.- Aaah! I groaned in frustration when Camila took her skillful mouth out of my cock. "Why ... I did not have time to complete my question. My wife surprised me, sitting on my lap, brushing her soaked pussy on my dick. "I do not want you to enjoy it now," he said slowly, taking me to the brink of delirium. "Not in my mouth ..." He drew his face from my neck and slid the tip of his tongue from the curvature to my ear, mossing the lobe. "Not when my cunt is throbbing with desire for your cock." He whispered slowly and provocatively. Before I could speak or do anything, Camila lifted her trunk a bit, and with the aid of one hand she placed my cock in her doorway, sitting down slowly and gasping for every inch our organs came in contact with. I shuddered as she sat down completely on my lap and began to move slowly. "Aaah ..." I groaned as my wife started to go up and down. "I-" Camila intensified the descents, and only then was an old-and foolish-concern occurred to me. I tensed my body and held it firmly on her hip, making her stand with only half of my member buried in her entrance. - What's it? Did something happen? He looked at me with a worried face. "Er ..." I swallowed as I recalled the small, huge problem I faced with her fury in Sophie's pregnancy and my fears about sex. - It's just ... - Speak, Lauren! "You know ... this position ..." "Since when did you dislike me on your lap?" "N-is not ... that ... er ... that ... well, you know ..." "Speak at once!" He was impatient. "It's just two babies now!" I let go of it. My wife shot me with half-closed eyes. I swallowed dry. "Certainly I will poking at one of them, my love. Can we ... at least ... try another position? I tried fearfully. - Lauren Jauregui! Camila took both my hands off her hips and sat down again willingly in my lap. He grabbed the hair from the back of my neck, pulling my head back and looked deep into my frightened eyes. "Do not give me that idiocy that your dick might end up touching one of our kids, do not make me have to call Dr. Lewis at this time of night just to have him reeducate about it." She said as she resumed up and down. "So stop being an idiot and fuck me at once!" - finished her sermon as an angry pregnant without giving me a chance for an answer, was soon attacking my lips. Which did very well, since I would really reply, scared to death, but I would. How to go against my pregnant wife, furious and thirsty for sex, anyway? Then the savage sliding of his tongue against mine made me forget anything but her bouncing wonderfully in my lap. My hands ran down his back, scratching vehemently, like the animal I used to be when we fucked. In a momentary moment when Camila needed to take a breath, I took advantage of her to explore her neck with my lips, leaving marks until they reached her breasts. I sucked my left, sucking it hard, as if I had not done it three days ago. I took my left hand to the free breast and massaged it without much delicacy, while the right hand tightened and scratched the soft flesh of her ass. - Oh ... Yes, Lauren! She groaned uncontrollably with her spine completely arched. "Aah ... like ..." Her body began to give evidence of her eminent orgasm, it was possible to feel the spas. "I-I-I'll-" I spread my hand in a pat on the back of his ass. - Oooh Lauren! Three sharp, deep thrusts, followed by three slaps, and it was enough for her to unravel in my lap, rolling uncontrollably on my cock which, along with the spasms of the inner walls of her cunt, made me spill into her .We took a few minutes in silence, just trying to control our breaths and regain some minimal control over our bodies. Camila had her head resting on my shoulder, while my hands lazily paced her back. - Shower. I broke the silence. - I think we need another shower. "Yes," he said, turning his head and placing a wet kiss on my neck. "If you continue like this, that bath will have to be prolonged." "Taking into consideration that our daughter always finds a way to stop our fucking in the shower, I would not think it all bad if we repeated what we just did under the shower. "I'd forgotten how much your sexual appetite triples when you're pregnant. "Are you giving up, Lern?" - Never! I smirk, before kissing her and pulling me with her still on my lap and walking into the stall. The bath was really long. *** A week had passed since Camila's birthday and the announcement of her pregnancy. I could not be more radiant, a little paranoid too - which was very common coming from me - but still, radiant. Today we had dinner at my parents' house, we decided that it was a perfect opportunity to announce to them "our" pregnancy. Sophie also did not hear the news soon, we waited for her to know along with my parents. Which was a wrong decision, judging by the fair skirt we were put in after we told the news. - What a wonderful new! Mom got up to give us a hug. "I can not believe I'll have two more grandchildren or grandchildren soon!" "It was my father's turn to congratulate me. - This is incredible. - Thanks! - My wife and I are thankful together. But my gaze drifted across the table and stopped in a small, pensive head, too much for my taste. - Sophie. I caught her attention, but she remained in that pose, more like some philosopher about to desecrate some very important sentence. - Princess? She stopped staring at the little table in front of her and looked at me seriously. "Is everything okay, my love?" Did not you like the news? "I really cared about her rejection or something. - You know, mama. She began with that imposing countenance only she possessed. "I like knowing I'll have two more little brothers or little sisters." He shook his head, but he was still serious, and that was not good, he was afraid of what could come out of that little head. "But I have a question ... Holy crap, here it comes ... We've all sat down in our seats and resumed our meals. "What would that be, sunshine?" Camila asked as she settled into her chair. I decided to take a sip of my water, perhaps a cowardly gesture to escape any wondering question my daughter was going to ask. Poor decision, Lauren. "How did the babies end up in your belly, Mother?" And it was then that a mere swallow of water became the almost possible future cause of my death. The liquid - part of what I did not spit out - went down wrong and suddenly I felt suffocated and I was stricken with a cough that seemed not to cease. - Lauren! My wife started slapping my back. - Raise your arms! - Mama! Sophie shouted worriedly. - Breathe, child. Dona Clara burst out from behind me. And your Mike? My father was all red, but it was so much laughter. Well typical of him to see grace in a situation like this, if Chris were with us he would not be doing any differently. Like father Like Son. - Ready, done, passed! "I managed to talk after finding Camila's tapes rather brutish. - I am fine. I looked at Sophie who had her eyes on her. "Do not worry, Princess, Mom just choked, I'm done, see? I smiled to convince her that everything was fine. "Phew, mama, you scared me." Do not do that again! - and there was the little girl of six years carrying all its grandeur. "But then, how did my little brothers or sisters go to Mummy's belly?" And we're back to square one ... "" You know, love, I think you're still too young to understand that."Mother, wise as always, saving me." "No, I'm not, Grandma. I'm already six years old. He held out his hand and the other's index finger. "And I guess I can already know where the babies come from and how they came to rest on my mother's belly." "I love my granddaughter so much." My father sentenced, still laughing. - Oh yes? Well, cast doubt on your beloved granddaughter, then. My mother demanded, giving him a half-closed look. Here you go, Dad. "Er ... and ... I ... I ... well ..." he stammered, swallowing dryly. - I think it's time for dessert, what do you think, my angel? - buying her granddaughter with candy, what a low blow. - Hey! My daughter shouted, lifting her arms. My father ran to the kitchen. Coward. "But I still want to know the whole thing about babies." He smiled without teeth and I shivered from head to toe. Sometimes my own daughter frightened me. "Sunshine, your mama Lauren planted a seed in my belly button, she came in, grew, split, and turned into the two babies I'm waiting for. That's it. - and that's why I love this woman. "But ..." "Does not this girl give up?" "Where did Mom get that seed?" Will my brothers be fruitful? "It's a special seed, my love. Dona Clara decided to intervene. - It is a seed that only the parents have, and that is why your brothers will not be born with a face of fruit. When you grow up, you will understand. Mother smiled and, thanks to all the saints and angels, Sophie seemed convinced of the answer she got. "Now how about you go in the kitchen to see why your grandfather has not come back with dessert yet?" "True, the way Grandpa is greedy, he must be eating alone. And that was how the subject of pregnancy was forgotten, at least until she was old enough to learn and understand how babies are actually born. *** First birthday of the twins. (Flashback on) About a year and seven months have passed. Camila's gestation occurred in a playful way, in parts, to consider her mood swings and her crazy desires, which I did not confront in her first pregnancy. - Lo. I heard the whisper of my wife, but I did not want to open my eyes, I knew she wanted sex, and I was not yet fully recovered from the earlier attack. "Lern ..." I stood motionless with my arm wrapped around his already grown belly. - Lauren Jauregui! He whispered louder and gave me too close a punch to a region that was a bit inappropriate for such a blow. - Ai Camz! Are you crazy? So I can no longer bear brothers to our children. I exclaimed, turning and massaging the area. "Good, I've already said three is a perfect number for kids. "Okay, but why did you wake me up like this?" I looked at the clock on the nightstand behind her. "Damn it, my love, you do not have two hours to make three fights in a row without my getting inside. I may seem insatiable, but I'm not iron. She blushed and lowered her gaze. You can call me Muggle, but even over the years, I can only love this woman more. And when she blushes and makes those shy expressions, I melt all over and be able to go to NASA and find a way to buy the moon, if she wanted to. - Is not it. She lifted her face again, with a beak that only had one sifnificado: whatever it is, you're fucked, Lauren. - Hey, love. I held her in my arms. - Do not Cry. Look, if you want I can just do an oral in you and then I get up and then we fuck ... "" No, that's not it! He pushed me away with a certain brutality, but the blessed beak was still standing there, with an invisible warning of "turn you!" - What is it then? - I'm hungry. "Uh, normal after a sex marathon, but why did you wake me up?" - and the beak was still there. "Okay, okay, I'll go downstairs and get something to eat here, now that you've spoken, I'm hungry too. She finally smiled. "Toast with jelly and some orange juice good for you?" - No, no? She nodded. "And what does my beloved wife want?" "Why did I even ask?" - I want a sandwich.- Okay, I'll bring you a sandwich. "A sandwich on that brown bread with plenty of tuna pate." - I was already wearing my clothes and getting ready to leave, thinking it was just a simple tuna pate sandwich. Cheating on you, Lauren. - Then you get a juicy pineapple slice and place it on top of the pate. I looked at her in disbelief. "And on top of the pineapple, you put some of that ice cream that Sophie loves. - Lemon ?! I asked absolutely disbelieving what she was asking. - That! Oh, my love, hurry up, I'm even getting my mouth watering. - Is that serious? - Lauren Jauregui! Are you going to deny food to your pregnant wife of twins? - with the murderous look she threw at me, I would not deny it even if she asked for tacos coming directly from Mexico. "N-no, my love, I'm going. I slipped on my slippers and ran before she asked for anything else. A week after that, the mere mention of the ingredients of that sandwich, in one sentence, made her feel unbearable. The birth was a success, our children - yes, the intuition of my dream was really right - were born healthy, at the right time and, unlike our firstborn, were a copy of my wife. Every trace on the boys' faces was hers, even the color of her hair, as the months passed, only looked more like Camila's hair. But there was one thing, just a detail of them that seemed to have been taken from my face and placed on their faces: their beautiful green eyes. Sophie could not be happier. At first, Camz and I thought she would be jealous, but the truth was she did not let us take a step with the twins without her following us like a shadow. She did not relax until I let her help me with tasks such as changing diapers and showering. And of course, all this only served to make Camilla and I get more and more muggles for that girl. (Flashback off) And now we were at their first birthday party. Yes, a party, I wanted to rent a castle and have an all-royal party and put Mattew and James in prince dresses, but of course my wife barred any chance of me bringing that party on.It was just another simple party in the pool area of our house. Some adults had fun in the deep end of the pool, while in the shallow end, Sophie played with some of the classmates at the school, including that best friend, Matteo. I was always watching, I did not like that friendship at all. Camila said it was my exaggeration, and even hid the sweater that Oliver gave me a few years ago. According to her, I looked like a complete idiot with that murderous look and that blouse in front of the brat's parents. Fuck, she was my princess. Mattew was in my lap devouring a lollipop, while I was responsible for looking at the children in the pool - a task I made sure that was attributed to me. Taylor, who got a few days off to be able to finally visit the new nephews, was by my side while clogging Enzo with an expired layer of sunscreen. - Okay, now you can go back to the water. He glanced at his watch. "In half an hour I'll call you for more." "I do not remember you being so overprotective like that. I said as I tried to get away from the lollipop that my son insisted on wanting to share with me. - Look who's Talking. She rolled her eyes. "Swear I do not know you're not just glued to Camilla and the other twin because you insisted on watching Sophie and her little friend." "This kid does not fool me. I answered seriously. "Lauren, he's only seven!" Seven! "He's going to grow up and ... I could not finish my reasoning what that little Italian could do with my daughter, our mother appeared already catching a smeared Mattew in her lap. - Camila is calling to sing the congratulations. - She looked at me with a look of boredom and I just looked from corner to the pool. "Quit fooling around, Lauren, besides, the kids are going too. He approached the edge of the pool. - Children! It's time to sing the congratulations and then, let's cut the cake! I never thought I'd be afraid of little children, but when you have a reasonable amount of them, running wet and desperate, more like zombies in an apocalypse, you really have to be afraid. After the congratulations and a boring photo session with my wife and children, I was finally dismissed and decided to get another beer to refresh as I sat on a forgotten sunbed over the edge of the pool. I stood there watching the interaction between my family. My beautiful and wonderful family. Smiling like an idiot, looking at the sweet form as Camila played with the twins and how Sophie clapped her to smile. If my present-day self found my self about eight or nine years ago, and said that I would be like this today, happy and with a beautiful family, I would laugh sarcastically at the peak of some depressive peak and give myself to the realization that I had gone crazy for good. The truth is that my self of the past possessed not the slightest hope of a momentary joy, let alone in all that eternal happiness in which I was in the moment. Finding that intriguing, shy prostitute in the cabaret I used to linger on and sleeping with all the women who worked there was the best thing that ever happened to me. I believe that there, at that moment when my eyes met hers, it was the moment when my life and hers were destined to change forever. And not just change, but change together. And that was exactly how it should be until the last seconds of my life. I would be happy for her and her. Falling in love more and more and loving it with my family. Loving immeasurably my children and her, my sweet whore. James & Matthew
