26. Chapter 26
Chapter 26
Vicente Godoy
I was cockblocked by the most adorable five-year-old girl on my wedding night, and I can’t even be mad about it. I had sex twice with Camila after the ceremony.
Ava was exhausted after an afternoon of playing with Gabo and Isa. I’d be surprised if Isa doesn’t end up pregnant soon—they were great with Ava. They both mentioned multiple times how much they’d enjoy being parents.
After they left, we had dinner, and Camila helped Ava bathe while I did one last check to make sure everything was ready for our trip to Colombia.
We both helped put her to bed, but after about an hour, she came to our room. I just couldn’t take her back to her room like my parents did so many times with me and my siblings. It was a very emotional day for her, lots of changes and new things. I didn’t want her to have a bad first night in her new place.
Even though Camila insisted we needed to teach her boundaries and take her back to bed, I was the one who ultimately said she should stay with us.
So that’s how Ava spent the night in our bed, and I had to keep my dick in my pants.
Now, we’re on my jet, ready for take off.
Ava has this nervous energy about her. She’s never been on a plane, so she’s excited too.
Her wide eyes dart around, startled by every single noise, which in a plane can be overwhelming.
The flight is nine hours long, and we have every single toy and game imaginable on board to help entertain Ava.
All I hope is I can take a nap with Camila at some point. Ava tossed around all night, so Camila and I didn’t sleep well. Not to mention, every time my hand wandered to Camila’s tits, she immediately smacked me. Having her so close and not being able to touch her was torture.
Mrs. Evans is with us too, practically buzzing about her first trip to South America. I don’t think she has ever traveled outside Europe.
Once we take off and the captain turns off the seat belt sign, we’re finally free to move around and get comfortable.
My jet has a lounge area with two sofas and a coffee table, which I hope will be our hangout spot during the flight.
Ava grabs her backpack and takes a set of markers and a bunch of coloring books. She spreads them across the table, making herself at home.
Camila sits down on one of the sofas and pats the spot next to her.
I smile and make a beeline for the sofa.
Once I sit down, Camila moves closer to me and rests her head on my chest.
“Is it okay if I close my eyes and rest here?” she says, wrapping a blanket around her chest.
“Of course, wife. I’m your new personal pillow.”
She chuckles but places a kiss on my chest before her breathing evens out.
With my arms wrapped around her, I drift off until I remember I still need to check on Mrs. Evans.
“What are you up to over there, Mrs. Evans?” I ask, watching her rummage through her bag.
“Oh, I just need to find my needles. I got some yarn and hope to make a scarf or a hat while we fly,” she says, sounding flustered.
“You realize we’re going to the tropics, right, Mrs. Evans?” I ask as I play with Camila’s hair.
“And do you realize winter will be here before we know it? It’s not like I’m planning to move to Colombia, you know?” She raises a brow at me.
I chuckle and let myself slip into a peaceful sleep, content to have Camila by my side.
“Boss Man, where are we?” A sleepy Ava asks, lifting her head from my shoulder.
She fell asleep the moment we landed, and I held her the entire ride from the airport to the farm.
“We just arrived at the farm, duckling. Are you ready to explore?”
Ava looks around, confused. “Isn’t it supposed to be almost bedtime?”
I chuckle at her smart remark. “No, duckling. It’s only noon here.”
Her eyes widen as she scans the area. It’s a beautiful place, with fruit trees everywhere. Chickens roam around, while cows and goats graze in a fenced area not too far from the main house. I even spot some stables in the distance—I bet we can get Ava to go on a horseback ride adventure.
“Where’s Mummy?” she asks.
I turn around so she can see Camila ahead of us. “Mummy decided to go ahead with Mrs. Evans. Do you think you can run to catch her?”
Ava wiggles out of my arms almost instantly and bolts forward.
“Race you!” she yells over shoulder as she takes off, giggling.
I give her a couple of seconds before I dart off in the same direction. When she’s about to grab Camila’s leg, I scoop her up and toss her in the air.
“Boss Man, that’s not fair!” she whines as she tries to break free from my hold, but Camila comes our way, and we melt into a family hug.
“Why don’t we go check out the bedrooms and freshen up for lunch?” Camila asks Ava.
My girls go inside the house as I stop at the entrance, where Mr. Durán is already waiting.
“Vicente, what a pleasure to have you here. I didn’t want to get my hopes up until I actually saw you with my own eyes in Colombia.”
I offer a small smile. “I’m a man of my word. I told you I was coming.”
He nods as he motions for me to follow him. “That’s good, Vicente. There are very few honorable business men left in this world.”
I frown, but I don’t have time to ask for a clarification because I’m in awe of the beauty of this house. The farmhouse is a huge brick building, entirely painted in white. Inside, the open-concept design offers excellent views of the kitchen and the living area, with huge windows framing the surrounding landscape as if it’s part of the decor.
“This house is stunning, Mr. Durán,” I say as I do a 360 scan of the first floor.
“Please, call me Gustavo.”
I nod at him and excuse myself to go look for Camila and Ava.
“Yes, go freshen up,” he says before I walk off. “Lunch will be served whenever you are ready. You can explore the farm today, and tomorrow we can talk business.”
“You don’t live here?” I ask, wondering where his family is.
He starts toward the door, but my question stops him. He turns to face me before saying, “No, we live in Medellín. We come on the weekends or when the kids are on break. You’ve got the house all to yourselves. I’ll be back in the morning.”
I nod, and we shake hands before I head in the direction where Ava and Camila disappeared.
Once on the second floor, I find two closed doors. Knocking on the closest one to the stairs, I’m surprised when Mrs. Evans opens it instead of Camila.
“Oh, I’m sorry. I’m looking for my wife. Carry on,” I say, trying to move on, but Mrs. Evans holds my arm.
“Mr. Godoy,” she begins, her tone soft. “I just wanted to thank you for taking a chance on Camila. That girl has suffered enough to last her a few lives, and I know you care about her. And Ava.”
I try to return her smile, but a lump forms in my throat, making it difficult.
“You don’t need to thank me. I’m grateful you pointed me in the right direction. Camila and Ava have become my entire world,” I say before I confess that I’m absolutely and utterly in love with my wife to someone else before I get a chance to tell her.
Mrs. Evans nods and disappears back in her room. Knowing that Camila and Ava must be behind the other closed door, I walk with purpose.
The moment I enter the room, my heart skips a beat at the scene. Camila is combing Ava’s hair. It’s a simple task, something she’s probably done a million times by now, but somehow watching them together—getting ready for lunch—warms my heart in a way only a man in love can feel.
“Are you ladies ready?” I say, closing the door behind me.
“Boss Man,” Ava says, making a beeline for me.
“Hey, duckling. Are you feeling better after the little nap?”
She nods against my leg, and I pat her head.
“Gustavo,” I start, and Camila frowns.
“Mr. Durán,” I correct with a chuckle, and she smiles.
“He said lunch will be served as soon as we’re ready, and then we can take the afternoon to explore.”
Ava claps excitedly as Camila crosses the room to join us.
“That would be great. Maybe we can go for a walk or something? These mountains are stunning. I need to stretch my legs after being seated for so long,” she says.
I give her a peck on her lips, and the three of us make our way to the kitchen for lunch.
“You’re right, the views are gorgeous. I also saw a pool in the backyard. Maybe we can play in the pool after our walk?” I ask Camila.
Ava fist-pumps the air. “Best holiday ever!” she cheers as she busies herself setting the table.
“Do you see yourself living in a place like this?” I ask Camila as we both help Ava swim back and forth between us.
“A farm, you mean?” she asks for clarification.
I nod, and my heart starts beating faster.
I know we signed a contract, but I hope she does this willingly, not because she feels obligated to uphold her end of the deal.
“Yes, of course. What’s not to love about living in a magical place like this?” she replies without hesitation.
“I’ve been thinking about moving to Alamo Peaks sometime around August or September,” I say, holding her gaze. I don’t want to miss her reaction.
And my wife doesn’t disappoint. There’s a war playing out in her head—evident in the smile fighting to break free from her lips and the emotion pooling in her eyes.
“Hey, what’s wrong?” I ask, moving closer to her.
Ava shifts over to the steps and starts playing with a few pool toys.
“You said…you’re moving,” she says in a low voice.
I immediately catch my mistake. “Yes, I’m moving, and I hope you and Ava will want to come with me. Even though we made a deal, I don’t want to force you to do anything you don’t want to. And small, bumfuck Alamo Peaks is quite different from London.”
Camila dissolves into a fit of laughter.
Ava rushes over to us, her little hand resting on her mum’s shoulder as I hold her in my arms.
“What is it, Mummy? What’s so funny?”
“Nothing, mi amor. It’s just that Vicente is funny sometimes.”
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.