Arrival woes

I wake up after another long nap. As the pilot had warned, within twenty minutes we will be landing on Spanish soil once more. I peer sleepily out the window, seeing numerous clouds. I feel uncomfortable with the seat belt squeezing my bladder, and I will be relieved when I can finally unbuckle it.

My mother postponed the invitation to come with us on the same flight. She and Miguel— who will be on vacation— will arrive in a week together with Dr. Milton and his wife. Everything has been paid for by Hunter, without the slightest hesitation. I manage to convince my father to come to Barcelona, ​​even reluctantly.

Hunter and I talked but we haven't had "the conversation". For almost two days I can’t believe he was crossing my street to meet me and that was how he finally found out I was pregnant. But here now, with him holding my hand like a teenage couple, everything has been an absolute dream.

“Mr. Blanco, the arrival’s area for foreigners requests your presence,” the commander formal