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I raise an eyebrow, unsure whether to be amused or insulted.
“What did he say?” Ava asks, curious to know what made her mum laugh.
“He asked if you and I wanted to move to a tiny town with him.”
Ava’s eyes grow wide as she turns to face me. “Outside of London?”
“No, duckling. In Chile, the country where I’m from.”
Her cute little face scrunches up in thought. “And the three of us will be together?” she asks, and I nod.
“Will we get snow?”
I shrug. “Sometimes.”
She seems to consider this. “What about my duckies?” she shouts as if it is the most important detail of all.
“I’ll build you a pond and get you the most amazing ducks we can find in all of Chile,” I say, and she lunges to hug me.
Camila starts laughing again, and I can’t contain the happy feeling that spreads through me.
“I guess we’re moving to Alamo Peaks, then,” Camila declares.
I inhale a deep breath, then kiss her, sealing the promise of moving together.
“Yuck,” Ava blurted.
I chuckle and kiss the top of her head.
These two definitely make me whole.
Chapter 27
Vicente Godoy
We’re heading back to London tomorrow, and I don’t think I’m ready for it. All the glam and appeal the city once held for me, lacks in luster compared to the time I’ve had in Colombia with my family.
Fuck. My family.
The way Ava and Camila fill the void in my heart is something I can’t explain, but I’ll be thankful for the rest of my days.
Camila and I have been making love every single night. Some days, I wake up to find her sucking my dick; other days, I wake her up feasting on her pussy. I can’t get enough of her.
I’ve even toyed with the idea of getting her pregnant. I know it’s very caveman of me to think that way, but the thought of adding a baby to our family is something that brings more joy than it should.
After all, we’ve only been married for a week and never really dated. I should take my time romancing my wife and make her fall in love with me, before even mentioning the idea of expanding our family.
After a cold shower and a quick breakfast, Camila and I leave our room to meet Gustavo for a tour of the last farm.
“Are you ready?” he asks as Camila comes to stand next to me.
Ava and Mrs. Evans are staying at the house since Ava needs to rest. She’s been quite active running, swimming, and playing. Although she’s as happy as can be, we don’t want her to have an episode that requires a doctor’s visit.
“We’re ready,” Camila answers, placing her hand in mine.
I kiss her ring and help her get into the vehicle.
The drive is short, and before I know it, we arrive at the cocoa farm. At the edge of the cultivar, the family who owns the property waits to greet us.