Alina woke up to the enticing aroma of food, the scent wafting through the room, pulling her out of her dream-like state. She stretched lazily on the bed, the plushness of the sheets a gentle reminder of their luxurious setting. Smiling to herself, she slipped out of the bed, her feet sinking into the soft carpet, and made her way toward the kitchen area, curious to see what was behind the mouth-watering smell.To her surprise, there stood Anton, looking effortlessly handsome in a black apron tied snugly around his waist, cooking dinner. His sleeves were rolled up, showing off his muscular arms, and his hair was slightly tousled, making him look even more charming than usual.Alina leaned against the doorframe, watching him with a smile playing on her lips. “I didn’t know I married a chef.”Anton turned around, flashing her a grin. “I have to keep some surprises, don’t I?”She walked over to him, her eyes widening as she looked at the spread on the counter. There were grilled vegetab
Alina sat on the edge of the bed, her heart racing with anticipation. The room was softly lit by candlelight, and the sweet scent of jasmine filled the air, setting the perfect romantic atmosphere. Anton emerged from the adjoining bathroom, his silhouette framed by the soft light. He had changed into a pair of simple yet enticing black boxers, and the sight of him sent a shiver down Alina’s spine. His hair was slightly damp from the shower, and water droplets glistened on his skin, highlighting his muscular frame. “Wow, you clean up nicely,” Alina remarked, biting her lip as she took in the sight of her husband. Anton chuckled, “Only for you, my love. You look absolutely stunning, but I think we can make this night even more special.” He walked over to the bedside table and pulled out a silk blindfold, his eyes sparkling with mischief. Alina’s heart raced at the sight. “What do you have in mind?” “Trust me,” he replied, a teasing smile on his lips. “Let’s turn this into a night t
“Can you believe we’re actually here?” Alina said, her eyes sparkling with excitement as she looked up at Anton. “This place is incredible!”Anton smiled down at her, his heart swelling with joy. “It’s even better with you by my side. But wait until you see what I have planned for us tonight.”Alina raised an eyebrow, curiosity piqued. “Oh? What’s in store for this evening?”“Just a little something special,” he replied with a wink. “You’ll love it, I promise.”As they walked, Alina took in the breathtaking scenery—the palm trees swaying gently in the breeze, the vibrant flowers lining the path, and the crystal-clear water shimmering under the sun. She felt a rush of happiness. This was paradise.Once they reached a secluded part of the beach, Anton spread out a plush blanket on the sand. “Here we go! Perfect spot for a private evening,” he said, gesturing to the setup. A cozy tent was nearby, gently swaying in the breeze, surrounded by lanterns that would soon glow in the twilight.“
They stood at the edge of the dock, the sleek yacht bobbing gently in the water. Anton’s eyes widened when he saw it.“You didn’t,” he said, his gaze shifting from the yacht to her. “Alina, is this—”She grinned, biting her lip as she looked at him. “I wanted to do something special. It’s just for us, for the entire day.”Anton pulled her close, his hands resting on her hips. “You’re full of surprises, aren’t you?”“I like to keep you on your toes,” she teased, winking.With a playful tug, she led him aboard the yacht, which was lavishly decorated for their private escape. She had prepared everything down to the smallest details—the deck was adorned with fresh flowers, a cozy lounge area, and a table set for two, complete with candles and chilled champagne.As the yacht drifted away from the shore, Anton couldn’t stop admiring the efforts she had put in. “You really planned all this?” he asked, taking her hand as they strolled along the deck.“Every bit,” Alina replied, feeling proud
Anton leaned against the doorframe, watching Alina from the edge of the bed as she stood by the wardrobe. “Are you really going to make me wait all night for this runway?” His voice carried a teasing edge, his eyes playful yet full of anticipation.Alina shot him a mock glare. “Patience, Mr. Rodriguez,” she replied, her fingers slowly untying the ribbon on the Victoria’s Secret bag Natalie had almost forced upon her. “I thought the best things were worth waiting for.”Anton chuckled, running a hand through his hair. “I don’t remember signing up for a fashion show where the model takes this long to get dressed. But then again,” he smirked, “I suppose I’m here for the opposite.”Alina rolled her eyes, blushing despite her confidence. She disappeared behind the bathroom door to change, leaving Anton with his thoughts for a few moments. He knew this was going to be fun, her playful defiance only made the anticipation greater.Inside the bathroom, Alina’s heart was racing. She caught a gli
Alina stirred as the morning sun kissed her bare skin, feeling the warmth of the early rays mixed with the comforting heat radiating from Anton’s body beside her. They had spent the night entwined, drifting between sleep and the pleasurable haze of their honeymoon. Anton was already half awake, his arm draped possessively over her waist, holding her close. His hand rested gently on the curve of her hip, his fingers absently tracing small circles against her skin. Alina smiled sleepily, her heart fluttering at the feel of his touch. Every time he touched her, it was as if electricity sparked between them, igniting something deep inside. Alina shifted slightly, turning to face him. Her movements were slow, languid, as if savoring the moment. She gazed up at him, taking in his strong, handsome features. His eyes were still closed, but there was a softness in his expression, a kind of peace she had grown to love. Without opening his eyes, Anton’s hand traveled up her body, brushing a
Alina and Anton returned from their honeymoon, feeling refreshed but not ready for what awaited at home. As soon as Alina stepped inside, she was greeted by Natalie’s wide grin and the gleaming eyes of Barbara, Francis, and Lucy. “Well, well, well! Look who’s back! Mrs. Rodriguez, ready to spill all the details?” Natalie exclaimed, leaning against the kitchen counter with her arms crossed, a mischievous smile on her face. Barbara smirked and joined in, “Oh yes, we need all the details, Alina. You can’t hide anything from us. Did Anton sweep you off your feet the entire time?” Alina blushed, trying to avoid eye contact as she slid her bag onto the floor. “Ladies, please… it was just a honeymoon, nothing too special.” “Just a honeymoon?!” Francis interrupted, raising an eyebrow. “You two spent weeks in Hawaii on a private island! Don’t tell me you didn’t have fun.” Natalie grinned and nudged Alina’s arm. “Exactly! You’re glowing, girl. And don’t you dare say it’s from the sun. We n
Alina sat on the plush couch in her living room, surrounded by the remnants of her honeymoon bliss. She had just returned from an incredible getaway with Anton, and now she was missing him terribly. “Ugh, I can’t believe he’s at work,” Alina muttered to herself, glancing at the clock. It had been a long morning, and she had barely spoken to Anton since they’d returned. Their reunion had been brief, just a fleeting kiss and a promise to catch up later. She sighed, curling her legs underneath her. “Are you going to sit around feeling sorry for yourself all day?” Francis asked, popping her head into the living room. She had come by to check on her, a knowing look on her face. “I thought you were going to enjoy your first day back as a married woman.” “I wanted to rest after the trip,” Alina replied, pulling a pillow into her embrace. “But now I just feel… empty without him.” “Why don’t you go surprise Anton at his office?” Francis suggested, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “I’m s
The villa was a picture-perfect scene of Christmas cheer. Twinkling lights adorned the exterior, casting a warm glow over the snow-dusted garden, while a large Christmas tree stood proudly in the living room, its ornaments glinting in the soft light. The scent of fresh pine and cinnamon filled the air, mingling with the laughter and chatter of friends and family. Alina held her one-month-old daughter close, cradling the tiny bundle in her arms as guests arrived. She smiled, watching as Linton and Gabriel practically hovered around her, peering down at the baby with wide-eyed wonder. “Is she really my sister?Sometimes it feels like a dream mommy.” Linton asked for the tenth time, his voice filled with awe. Alina chuckled softly. “Yes, sweetheart. She’s really your sister. You got exactly what you asked Santa for last Christmas.” Linton beamed, reaching out a cautious hand to touch his sister’s tiny fingers. “Hi, baby sister,” he whispered. “ I’ll always protect you.” Gabriel,
The doorbell rang, and Alina smiled, knowing exactly who it was. A few moments later, Linton’s excited voice echoed through the hall as he raced toward the door to greet his best friend, Gabriel. “Gabriel!” Linton yelled, throwing the door open and giving his friend a high-five. Gabriel grinned as he stepped inside, holding a little gift bag in his hand. “Hey, Linton! Hi, Aunt Alina!” Gabriel greeted, his eyes wide with excitement as he approached her. “How’s the baby?” Alina chuckled, patting her belly. “Getting bigger every day, Gabriel. And she’s quite active today.” Linton immediately perched himself beside his mom, his eyes sparkling with interest. “Can I talk to her again, Mommy?” he asked with a shy smile. “Of course, sweetheart.” She smoothed down her shirt and leaned back so the boys could get closer. Gabriel scooted onto the couch beside Alina, looking both curious and excited. He handed her the little gift bag, inside of which was a small stuffed bunny with floppy ea
Alina rested on the couch, a blanket draped over her legs and her hand resting on her rounded belly. At seven months pregnant, her baby bump was unmistakable, and it was a joy to see how much it had become a part of the family’s daily life. From Anton’s frequent hand resting over her belly to Linton’s fascination with “talking” to his baby sibling, the whole house seemed to radiate warmth and anticipation. Linton, bursting with excitement, had clambered up onto the couch beside her, his small hands gingerly placed over her belly as if holding a fragile treasure. He leaned in close, his expression serious as he started whispering to the baby. “Hi, baby sis,” Linton said, his voice soft but filled with excitement. “It’s me, Linton, your big brother! I can’t wait to meet you, and I’m gonna teach you everything I know. We’re gonna play so many games, and I’ll teach you how to draw dinosaurs and superheroes. And… and I’ll share my toys, too!” Alina chuckled, resting her hand over his.
Alina gently ruffled Linton’s hair, nudging him awake. Anton was already up, sipping his coffee in the kitchen, as she whispered to their son, "Wake up, Linton. I have a surprise for you today." Linton’s eyes fluttered open, and he rubbed them with his small fists, his face brightening instantly at the word “surprise.” “A surprise? Where are we going, Mommy?” Alina smiled. “You’ll see soon enough. Go get dressed, and we’ll be on our way.” As Linton scrambled out of bed and rushed to get ready, Alina made her way to the kitchen. She kissed Anton on the cheek, feeling a surge of excitement about the secret she was about to share. She had been working on a special painting for weeks, pouring her heart into every brushstroke, and today, she would finally reveal it. “Where are we off to this morning?” Anton asked, raising an eyebrow with curiosity as he sipped his coffee. “Just a little outing to the gallery. I have something special to show you both,” Alina replied, her eyes twin
Alina and Anton pulled into the driveway of David and Isabella’s home. Their hearts were light, filled with the warmth of their recent trip to Paris and the excitement of reuniting with their little one. As they stepped out of the car, Linton’s energy was palpable; he bounced on his feet, his eyes sparkling with anticipation as he saw his parents getting down the car. "Mom-dad I missed you so much." Linton hugged their legs. Anton picked him up in his arms. “Are we ready to see Gabriel?” Anton asked, ruffling Linton’s hair. “Yes! I want to show him the new toys you brought!” Linton exclaimed, practically dragging his parents toward the front door. Alina chuckled at her son’s enthusiasm. “Hold on, buddy. Let’s not rush too much. We’ve got to make sure we greet everyone first.” They rang the doorbell, and moments later, David swung the door open, a wide grin lighting up his face. “Welcome back, you guys! We missed you! Literally ever since Linton got to know you are coming he h
Steam filled the bathroom, the warm mist clinging to the glass walls of the shower as water falling softly. Alina leaned against the cool tiles, her body relaxing under the hot spray. She felt a gentle touch at her waist, and without opening her eyes, she knew it was Anton. "Mind if I join you?" his deep voice rumbled softly in her ear, a smile evident in his tone. Alina smiled and turned slightly, glancing over her shoulder. "Of course sweetheart. You never need permission." Anton chuckled, stepping closer, his hands slowly trailing up her arms, pulling her back against his chest. The heat of his body mixed with the warmth of the water, enveloping her in comfort and safety. "I thought I’d be polite today so I was asking for permission," he teased, his lips brushing against the side of her neck, sending a shiver down her spine. Alina leaned her head back, resting it against his shoulder. "You? Polite?" she teased back, the warmth of his breath tickling her skin. "Hey, I c
David's house was alive with the sounds of giggles and shuffling papers as Linton and Gabriel sat side by side at the large wooden dining table, their books spread out before them. “Got it!” Gabriel declared triumphantly, holding up his math workbook. Linton, still scribbling away on his own page, glanced at him with a smirk. “You think you’re fast, huh? Let me check that.” He leaned over, playfully scrutinizing Gabriel’s work. “Hmm... looks right, but I bet I can finish mine faster.” “Oh, it’s on!” Gabriel grinned, and they both dove back into their homework with renewed energy. Isabella stood at the kitchen counter, watching the boys with a fond smile. She was whipping up pancake batter for their afternoon snack, the aroma of freshly made batter already filling the air. The kitchen was warm and inviting. She glanced over her shoulder at David, who was reading on the couch, occasionally glancing up to chuckle at the boys' competitive banter. “I love how determined they are,
The next day, Paris greeted us with a warm breeze and a clear blue sky.Anton was already up, sipping on his coffee by the window as he admired the view. I walked over to him, still in my pajamas, and leaned against his arm, taking in the sight of the Eiffel Tower standing tall in the distance. “We’re really doing this, huh?” I asked, smiling as I looked up at him. Anton grinned, setting his cup down on the table. “Absolutely. Are you ready for a day of cliches and tourist photos?” I laughed, nodding. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.” An hour later, we were standing at the foot of the Eiffel Tower, and despite the crowds around us, I couldn’t help but feel the excitement bubbling up inside. Anton had his camera ready, capturing moments before we even started climbing. Every few steps, he’d stop, turn to me with that teasing smile, and snap a picture—of me laughing, of us together, of the view. "Okay, one more,” Anton said, holding up his phone, getting us both into the fram
Anton’s hand brushed softly against the small of my back as we entered the suite, his touch lingering just a little longer than necessary. I looked around, taking in the breathtaking view from the floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked the city of Paris. The Eiffel Tower sparkled in the distance. Everything about this place felt perfect—luxurious and romantic. The door clicked shut behind us, and the sound echoed in the quiet, intimate space. I placed my purse on the plush chair near the window and took a deep breath, letting the atmosphere of the city sink in. “We’re really here,” I said softly, more to myself than to Anton. Anton chuckled behind me, his arms sliding around my waist. “We are. No distractions. No meetings. Just you, me, and Paris.” I leaned back against him, closing my eyes and enjoying the warmth of his embrace. For the first time in what felt like forever, we had no obligations pulling us in different directions. Just us. I turned in his arms, looking up a