The restaurant appears as a residential place; you enter the property to get to the house. It seems very discreet. The place has a beautiful entrance, full of greenery and flowers. Great, he told me how important it was to avoid paparazzi, gossip and all that.If on the outside it is beautiful, on the inside, it is pure craftsmanship. It is bright and white and looks a little rustic, quite different from what I've seen for an Italian restaurant. We sit down at our table, and the Maître soon comes and gives us the menu, but first, he greets Hunter in an overly exaggerated way.“Good evening, Miss,” he says, analyzing me.Does Hunter bring all of his girlfriend’s here? Is this fellow rating me on his huge list of girlfriends? I can understand his Spanish as he speaks with Hunter.“It’s always such a pleasure to see you, Sir, what a most beautiful girl you’ve given us the honour of serving,” he says. I smile, instantly turning red like a tomato.He praises me so much. Nobody has ever pra
“Why are you doing this?” I question. “Yes, it was great for me too, but so what? Are you going to tell me you liked it so much that you needed to go away and think better of it? Spare me comments like that.” I look out the window and watch the road.“You think so little of me. I haven't slept with anyone since I met you. After I dropped you off at home on the day we met, I went home to think about how polite and foul-mouthed you are at the same time and how you didn't do everything to get my attention, which by the way, doesn’t happen. God, why do you think so poorly of me?”“Because to me, you're the kind of guy who breaks the hearts of girls in love,” I say, looking into his eyes.His mouth drops as he concludes, “Someone has hurt you in the past, haven’t they?”I don’t expect him to be this analytical and rightly nail the reason I am so commitment-phobic.“Yes, they have done the damage already, and it was painful,” I reply as a little tear escapes my eye. He stays silent, waiting
“Hello,” I pick up, excited to know it is my mom calling.“Daughter, oh my love, Happy birthday—" my mother almost crying— “Ah, Donna...I'm missing you so much, my daughter. I'm sorry I didn't call before, but you know how things are here. I miss you; Mom and Dad love you. I have to be quick; the call is expensive, but wait for a few minutes, let me pass it on to your brother.”“Hi Lena, happy birthday,” my brother Miguel says cheerfully.“Oh, thank you, little brother. I miss you.”“I don’t.” He breaks into an annoying evil laugh but later says, “I miss you more. By the way, did you see the Barcelona game? Hunter Blanco paid tribute to you! I can’t believe it!” he says, laughing. Ah, Gu, you don't even know the truth in his words.“I heard something about it. Funny right?” I say, disguising my true emotion.“I read the papers, don’t lie to me. I love you, Lena. Dad is busy but he has passed on his wishes and apologised that he couldn’t talk,” he says.“I love you so much, Gu, see you
I wait for him downstairs, and soon, the black car pulls up. He gets out of the car, handsome as always, but he seems more charming today of all days. He is probably more than 1.70 meters, and I was 1.64. I need to wear high heels to see him at least.“Lamborghini then?” I smile sideways.“Someone belittled my Porsche. And look, it’s not just anyone who despises one of those!” he says, laughing. But I wonder if he's talking about women and before I can complete my thought I hear, “You look gorgeous, as always.” He opens the door for me. I get in the car and buckle up.I am wearing a short gold Gucci dress embroidered with stones, a matching purse and my nude heels. I got it from my mother for Christmas. I wanted this dress more than anything in the world.We travel to the same pub we met at. Tonight, it is Dri's show, and again there are paparazzi at the door. When we pass, I can’t see anything. So much flashing light was bursting from their big huge cameras.“No need to bend down or
“No, I'll stay here. Does any player know how to dance in this life?” He jokes that he is left footed. That is cute of him.Sophia and I walk down the stairs to the dance floor. Right now, I'm thanking my parents for my dance lessons. I have always liked dancing and could even move to incredibly fast rhythms. Sophia and I quickly hook up, and it feels as though we have similar wavelengths. I've never fit in so fast.People come and talk to me, asking me where I am from, what I am doing, until they ask me how long Hunter and I have been together. I understand right away why all these questions. They know I am with him. A few songs later, a choreographed songs begins, one I know by heart, as I had already taught it to my students.In the middle of the song, a circle opens on the dancefloor. Several people jump in and dance one at a time, until they push Sophia and me into the center. I am embarrassed because the dance steps require a certain sensuality but I am alone. Sophia and I dance
I wake up, and it's already four in the afternoon. Since it is beautiful and sunny outside, I put on my sneakers and venture out to explore this city that has already given me so much. I walk the opposite side of the usual route I’d take.I start looking at shop display windows: Prada, Burberry, Guess and even Chanel. And I stop by Gucci's, which has held my fascination since I was a little girl. I have been analyzing the windows since I was in college. The teachers always ask to have this analytical side, and I notice that people keep looking at me. Even the store clerks are smiling at me. Strange, crazy people, huh!I sit on a bench nearby and have ice cream. I am lost in thought, feeling so happy here in Barcelona. I never imagined meeting someone special here.I need to find a way to resolve everything around me. I'm seeing a famous guy now, but I live a long way from here, and to make matters worse, I'm leaving soon. I’m leaving in just over two weeks, and I know it won't work ou
I leave the mall with a full head of feelings. People are approaching me and talking randomly about Hunter all the time. The girls and I go to a salon to enjoy some manicures and pedicures.Obviously, the ladies at the salon go ballistic and treat me like some celebrity. But even though a beauty salon is the gossipiest place in the world, they give me space. I am getting my feet done when I text Hunter.*Selena: I'm in the lounge across the street from the apartment.A minute later, he answers me.*Hunter: Are you trying to make yourself more beautiful? Haha.I answer back.*Selena: I'm in the salon and not in the plastic surgery clinic ;)*Hunter: Not that you need anything, see you later beautiful ♥.He sent me a heart, is that right? Why would he send a heart to his "friend"?We return home two hours later. I did it all, the complete package: manicures, pedicures, hair, makeup, threading, full body and Brazilian waxing so that I would be nice and smooth.We enter the apartment and
“What do you have to say about you and her?” He insists on a conversation.“We're getting to know each other better. She's beautiful and the most sincere person I've ever met,” he says to me instead of the journalist. I marvel at those blue eyes looking intentionally into mine.“You seem to be lucky, don't you, Selena?” This time the question is for me.“I was just in the right place, where I was meant to be,” I say, staring at Hunter too.“Thank you, have a good night!”We thank him and join the party. There are more than 400 people inside, but whose birthday, is it? Why are there so many people? It was then that Hunter explains to me that it is an engagement party for the birthday boy.We approach the owner of the night. He is the defender of the team. His name is strange and I can’t pronounce it; I think he’s Russian. We congratulate him on his birthday, give him his present and wish the couple all the best. His fiancé is also Russian and looks so beautiful. She speaks very sweetly
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