Hunter“There is nothing to worry about.” Would I have had a chance with twenty-year-old Selena? My mind is already hammering away with the thought. “What else do you want to know?”“How we met.” The way she looks at me now seems like she can see into my soul. Chocolate brown eyes that don’t absorb memories.I start from the beginning. When I spilt my drink on her, the way she cursed me, when I took her home and when I went to return her cellphone, which led to my bullshit decision and biggest regret I felt: running away right after we had sex. It's more confusing for me to talk about it than for her to take it all in.“Our first time was not at the pool?” She runs a hand through her hair, putting her bangs back.“The stupid thing I did is not to be considered a first time. You told me yourself that I was an idiot. So, you excused me, and we didn't talk about it anymore. Even though you said it was the best orgasm of your life.”She widens her bright brown eyes. “Right! Let's skip t
I wake up to the low light in the room. I look to the side and see on the clock that it is seven in the morning. A note is taped underneath it:"Good morning, my beautiful. I hope you're feeling better this morning. I went to train and will be home at two o'clock. I love you, H."I read the note twice more. Is it his habit to leave such notes for me? I look at the drawer, and it looks tempting. I open it. Looks like he’s the gossipiest person in the world. There are several notes in there, all signed by the same person.''Good morning, my beautiful. You were so peaceful sleeping that I didn't want to wake you up. I'll be back soon. I went to get some orders. I love you, H.""I wasn't kidding when I said I needed to run. I won't be long coming back and wait for me so we can have breakfast together. Let's leave right away. Love you, H.""Dear Selena, we are sending you some samples from our upcoming collection. I hope you can use them in your fantastic Blog. We like your style and perso
I go straight to the drawers. Inside the first is nothing. I go to the second, and in the very right corner, there is a little blue box with a white ribbon forming a bow on top. But it isn't just any blue box. It is Tiffany's blue box. Holy crap. I slide the drawer closed and pull out the third. Great. Three magazines with our photos as the leading news. Maria finds me in his office and gives me a bunch more magazines, and I run upstairs to the bedroom.I tie my hair up and sit on the bed with a tablet on top of the dresser in the closet. I’m lucky there isn’t a password. I open magazine by magazine, leaving the parts of the photographs on display and analysing them one by one, noting that I love twenty-three-year-old Selena. I like the way I dress and especially the way I see myself smiling beside Hunter. I take in Hunter's ultra-modern white canvas and start typing the words of the magazine into Google translator.My mother calls me down for lunch but I deny myself food. I don’t car
HunterI put my hand on Selena's back as we settle in Dr. Sheena's office. The two simply exchange a simple greeting because they both don't understand each other's language.The doctor starts by asking the basic questions and I translate between the two. She couldn’t seem to understand most of Spanish or English words.“How do you feel today? Any change with the headaches?” I turn to Selena, translating perfectly.“I'm feeling great, and I'm not in pain right now,” informs Selena. “It's only when I've been watching something for a long time.” I pass the information on to the doctor, who pulls a smile from the corner of her mouth. She gives me more questions to translate.“Do the medications take effect at the same time? And are you taking them at the preferred time throughout the day?”Selena opens a small smile. “The remedies are effective. But the pain is only for a moment. It's like a pinch: you feel it right away.” I laugh with her explanation and pass it to the doctor, who laugh
“Let's go?” I call for him without the slightest patience. He nods his head. He's calm, hands in pockets, and seems to be on automatic in the mini conversation.“Invited you to a party, didn’t they?” I ask ironically, pretending to pay attention to the merchandise on display.“Every day you surprise me even more,” he comments, holding back a laugh. Oh, what a pain, why is he always laughing?“Should I know the reason?” We turn into the aisle next door.“You're still the same, you just don't know it.”I make a face in response to that. “Right. One more point for you who knows me so well.” I choose a lavender soap.“You prefer roses.” He shrugs, paying attention to his cellphone. I roll my eyes. How can he know so much about me?“Is there anything you don't know about me?” I give up trying to distract him.“Until you recover your memory, I'll never know.” He has the cellphone like mine in his hand. “You got the rose one? Do you want anything else?”I look at the same women who are trail
‘But now I supposeThat this is where we could stayDo you regretHolding my hand tenderly?Please do not forgetDon't forget’– “Don't Forget” - Lemi Dovato*The Holy Family Church leaves me ecstatic. The architecture and the feeling of being there further warms my dream of getting married one day. Every girl wants to walk down the aisle and be the center of everyone’s attention, don’t they? But I only want the attention of my beloved, it’s the man who I marry will matter the most to me. I have never seen a church so big and so beautiful. It looks more like a castle.“I am tired,” I say out loud. I take another photo of Sophia with the landscape of Barcelona right behind her.“We've been walking for two hours.” She confirms by checking her expensive watch. “Hunter said not to tire you out so much. I’ve failed.” She shrugs playfully.“You're terrible at running missions.” I laugh and she makes a face at me.“Not so much. You're enjoying our walks.” She teasesI make a thoughtful face
I sit in the very comfortable sun chair and pick up the magazine next to Sophia's chair, which, who could have imagined, is Spanish. I look at a photo of me and Hunter, a combination of two photos.I take advantage of the fact that the three of them are in a sharp conversation about food and focus on the article that contains my name."It seems that Selena Garcia's accident has definitely affected the romance with player Hunter Blanco. Selena rarely leaves the house, most of the time is with her sister-in-law. Hunter and Selena were seen together only once after the accident in a supermarket in Spain with a certain detachment.Sources said they didn't exchange caresses and didn't even walk hand in hand as usual. Selena also had a crisis of jealousy while shopping with the player, which must have aggravated the couple's situation even more.Hunter Blanco, who at the end of February will be parading at the fashion week in Paris, did not comment on the news and said that he only wants to
"When we change our mind and have an inner transformation, something radical happens on the outside, because when we look for different results, we can't keep doing the same things" reads twenty-one days to transform your life.Me and my nanny, who happens to be Sophia, arrived at the restaurant five minutes before Stella Castellano 's appointed time. I look out the car’s window at the big, open restaurant; my belly behaves like I'm going to ride a roller coaster.Another crazy moment: I'm going to lunch with someone I have no idea who they’re like. From my nervousness I suspect that I am like a child being forced to do the things the parents want.“Do you want me to go with you?” Sophia rolls her eyes at me.“I think I have to do this alone,” I murmur. “They’re a director, what could be so bad?” My voice comes out more nervous than usual. I look at the clock on the dashboard and see my time has already arrived.“Good luck.” I look at Sophia who has her right thumb up for me.“Thanks.
One year later...You've been married for just over a year, and your children will complete one year. How has your life changed from then?I fiddle with my fingers that are resting on my now finely crossed legs.“I discovered myself as a woman,” I answer, facing Alice as she interviews me. “I found that I can really take care of someone, since I didn't even know how to take care of myself. And now I take care of four!”“How is the atmosphere in your house with your children?”I smile. “My house is the biggest mess ever. It's a minefield of toys everywhere. Every time I get home, my kids start waving their arms frantically and laughing nonstop to see me.”“And your husband, Hunter Blanco, is at home with his children?”I look at the camera nervously photographing me and then back at Alice.“He is an amazing father, and whenever he can, he is with his children and family.” I end it there and Alice tilts her head and looks at me.“Selena!” she scolds me. “This is a personal interview, so
I let him enter the dimly lit room. The quiet and peaceful environment, together with the image of Hunter kissing our children's foreheads, fascinates me. He cares about them fifteen thousand times more than he cares about me. Before, I didn't understand the reason for this exaggeration, but now I would watch over them as they sleep twenty-four hours a day if I could.“How did they spend these last few days?”My heart sinks, remembering. It’s been five days since we've seen each other, way too long!“The pediatrician said that Valeria should start taking half a dose of the medication,” I inform and he sighs. “The boys are missing iron. Did you see the size of Pedro's fat little hand and Liam's thick thigh?” I say, laughing.“There was no way not to notice it, it makes you want to bite it.”I feel like crying to see him so happy. I want to hug him and hold him so much that I have to hold back. I need him to keep me strong, and I like it better when I have more time, but now it doesn't
Hunter:"I know I'm stubbornBut I changed when I looked at youYou made me wiserAs much as I try to run awayI'm always led in your directionIt seems like I let go everythingAs I held your hand."“I Forgot to Forget You – Mr SantanaThe plane lands on the ground as the intense Madrid sun helps ease the short winter days it has been having lately. I smooth out my suit, ready to get off the plane. I become twice as nervous.I'm coming back from Germany after another game for the Champions League*. It was quite a game. I’m bringing another victory and two more goals in my career. Today I feel like no one can beat me. Nobody can beat me as the best player, as the best husband and as the best father, and that's why I feel powerful, having my family around.I quicken my pace, leaving my team behind. I hear protests, but I don't give a damn. I'm missing my family. It’s been two months since my two little surprises have been at home with my little princess ValeriaI get into my custom bla
I try to get comfortable in my hospital bed, but it's impossible. My stitches are sore, and my belly never seems to want to deflate. I want my tiny waist back and not get saggy!My two boys have just had their last hospital feed as tomorrow we are finally going home. After almost four days, we can go to our new house which I still haven't seen after the last details of the renovation. The hard part will be leaving my little one with the pink bow in her hair at the hospital. It won't be easy. After all, I have to feed three babies, and one of them will be far from me in that damn incubator.Hunter is hesitant after I mention Christiano's name, constantly dodging the conversation. Still, every time I look at him, I see his watery eyes for our daughter, who hasn't shown any improvement. I can't hide my crying spells. After all, I want my family back home and healthy. I can't believe that as soon as he learned more about the subject, he didn't think straight about his brother, who is too
“We have tested everyone in our family,” Hunter takes the lead. “Even Alice, Joanna, Stella, Fernando and Sophia volunteered. I realised that Sophia was on the list since she is not your blood sister. But none of them are a match,” he says, unsatisfied.I spend more time with my daughter, my beautiful little princess with blue eyes. She swallows stiffly every time she moves inside that warm bubble. She is so small, so white and almost bald.I head back to the bedroom, and soon they bring me my two boys. When I hold them one by one in my lap, already lying on the gurney, I almost fear I am going to drop them. Like their sister, they are so tiny, also white and bald. I can barely distinguish them from one another.First, I cuddle Pedro, who keeps moving his hands and making faces. And then it is Liam's turn, who keeps wiggling and blinking lazily. So beautiful.For the first time, I am going to breastfeed my children. The nurses watch me all the time to see if I am doing it wrong. And f
Life is sometimes so unfair but objectively correct. There are no pains that cannot be healed, no bonds that cannot be joined, people that do not come back—the concept of life and death. Widely known as the eminent pain after a person, who is deliberately said to set out on a better journey. Maybe not. Since no one has yet discovered what occurs after death, there are only scientific and religious theories to go by.I can say that experiencing death is neither painful nor sad. I don't feel like running out of the light and back to life. Peace. Perhaps the peace that everyone seeks is not in life itself. Never, ever, no matter how hard you try, you will never have any rest. As much as something is resolved well, another factor comes and shakes everything again. That may be the meaning of life. It’s not just you opening your eyes and feeling that your heart is still beating. It's a vicious cycle, where love and disagreement will always be present as a challenge, a challenge you face eve
I feel my eyelids getting heavier. It's too hard to keep my eyes alert. The doctors and nurses keep encouraging me to stay awake as I drift off. Sleeping at a time like this would complicate their work much more.They get to work with the scalpel. A rush takes place behind the door, and I am aware of what is happening. Hunter, my Hunter is in sterilised blue suits to match his blue eyes.My head starts to ache, and I close my eyes due to the sudden pain."Our first appearance together. There will be a lot of people.“If you get nervous and want to leave that's fine.""Let's see you soon, my beautiful. Just don't forget what we had together."More pressure in my head settles, and every time I open my eyes and blink, there’s a flash of memory.“I promise to never forget you,” I speak hoarsely, repeating what I told him on the day of the benefit ball.He takes my hand, and we both cry, and then he understands everything. Despite the rush to move my belly that occurs around us, we are obl
Losing him was something I've never imaginedMissing you was like the dark grey skies, I am here all aloneForgetting you was like trying to find out about somebodythat I never sawBut loving him was all redTouching him again was me realising that everything I ever wantedwas right in front of meRemembering it was as easy as knowing all the lyricsfrom your favourite songFighting with you was like trying to solve difficult crossword puzzlesAnd realise that there is no right answerMy regret for you was as though you wishedthat you had never discoveredThat maybe love could be this strong – Tay Swift – “Red”Contractions increase with every nanosecond of my breathing. I look at the car's dashboard and realise that Fernando is driving at 110 km/h on one of Madrid's busiest avenues. I let out one scream after another in pain, and with each one that is echoed by the car, I see the expression of agony on Sophia's face.I can't feel my hands or feet. My hair is plastered to my forehea
SelenaAfter our last fight at the end of last month it is like a burst of guilt. Guilt is now stuck between us and our relationship. He for talking to me about pessimism, and I admit that I'm pessimistic, but I didn't say that, and that's precisely my percentage of the blame.Despite what the doctor said, I was determined to fight the obvious consequence at all odds. I had to be positive, believe there was a calming light at the end of a tunnel, that it wasn’t a train which will crush me under it’s wheels of destiny.Snap! Someone makes a click with their fingers to bring me back to reality.“Stop thinking so much!” It was Sophia, my best friend soulmate.“I think the third baby's name is Theo,” I tell Sophia as she came to me to confirm that she chose her baby's name too. “And we'll have one more family man.”When we speak together, the same name is spelt out in our voices, making us laugh like crazy until she says I could put it on the third baby since I'm going to win first. It wa