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It reminds me of my childhood—of how happy I was spending time with my mother. My father was always busy with the vineyard. Even on Sunday’s, he worked. But Mother was always there for me and my siblings.
Would I be like my father? Always busy and neglecting my family? Is that what I want?
No, it is not. If I have kids, I want to be present in their lives.
I shake my head, pushing the thoughts away. I don’t even have a wife—when am I going to have kids?
My gaze moves back to Camila and Ava, and a smile spreads across my lips.
Before I can think things through—and backtrack on my offer to take the day off—I get to work in the kitchen.
Orange juice and coffee are the first things I serve, setting them on their small dining table. Then I grab eggs from the fridge and scramble them up.
Her kitchen might be small, but everything is perfectly organized—I find the pan easily, so I throw some bread into the toaster while slicing apples and strawberries.
“Ladies, your food is served,” I say with a smile as I walk into the living room, feeling prouder of myself than I probably should for simply making breakfast.
Ava bolts from her spot, but instead of rushing to the dining table, she goes straight to the bathroom. A moment later, I hear water running.
What an amazing kid.
When I was Ava’s age, my mother always had to scold me to wash my hands before sitting down to eat. From the little I’ve seen, it’s remarkable the way Camila has raised her.
Camila looks at me under her lashes, and I inhale deep, but my dick still jerks in response. I think if I'd seen her in person on her first day of work, I wouldn’t have gone to Chile.
I’m just so drawn to her—like the moon pulls the tide. Effortless. Impossible to resist. Inevitable.
“Oh, Mr. Godoy. Did you cook for us? Is this really happening?” She asks as she sees the table full of food.
I chuckle before replying, “Yes, Ms. Flores. It’s really happening.”
I grab her arm, and I feel a tingling sensation in my hand, warmth spreading through me.
Am I going crazy?
Before I can dive too much in my own thoughts, Ava is back, and we all take a seat at the table.
“This is so good. Thank you, Boss Man,” she says.
I smile at her and look at Camila, who hasn’t touched her food yet.
I frown. "Is everything okay, Ms. Flores?”
Her eyes immediately connect with mine, and I can see a storm brewing in her dark gaze.
“I’m sorry, Mr. Godoy. But all this is so confusing to me. I just don’t understand your kindness.” Her voice remains neutral, but she’s on the verge of tears.
Looking at Ava, I say, “I’m the one who needs to apologize for the way I’ve behaved since you started working for me. I have no excuse—just a big apology.”
I take a deep breath before continuing. “And today…” I exhale slowly, shaking my head.
“Today has been magical. Eye-opening.” I say honestly.
Ava grins at me, and when I look at Camila, her eyes are now calm and bright, trained on her daughter.
She gets it—Ava is pure magic.
Camila starts eating, and before I know it, we’re done with breakfast.