CHAPTER 93

"Get over there! I'm still missing the best part."

Max held up his hands in apology, accepting that sort of scolding, and headed to the bathroom to wash up.

"Will you find me some panties? I'm not wearing these." She threw the cloth that had just been picked up from the kitchen floor, which, despite being all neat and tidy, gave her the idea that her private parts were in contact with the cloth.

"As you say, Miss D' Bastidas."

She laughed, he had already been making that joke of mentioning her last name. What Carla didn't know was that he didn't do it as a joke; on the contrary, he loved to call her that way; the detail was in understanding that he still didn't see the moment to tell her, as well as many other things.

Max sat in one of the high chairs and watched her doing something on the stove. She indicated that he couldn't watch, but he tried, even more so knowing that it was all to celebrate his birth.

At last, she turned to him with a flat tray in her hands, carrying a doughnut-s