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Hunter“We need a shower.” I wink, grab her waist and bite her earlobe. She is shocked but yearning for my touch, yielding into my arms.I capture her mouth realizing her instincts are talking louder than mine. With a quick gesture, I turn on the shower and feel the temperature of the water. It's perfectly warm. I do all this without stopping my kissing her and without removing the clothes that cover her beautiful body.I stare into those beautiful brown eyes that are bright, wild and sweet at the same time, giving the perfect view a man can have of a woman.“So beautiful,” I say. I tuck a strand of her hair behind her ear and she shyly looks down.I pick her up in my lap, trapping her legs against me and push her against the glass door. Selena doesn't even seem to feel the cold tiles pressing into her back yet continues to look at me as though able to see my insides, if that were ever possible.It all feels like a dream, my dream of having my Selena with me that has come true. She c
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He steps into the bathroom. “Good morning, my beautiful. I did not want to scare you. Your beautiful smile is here like every morning.”“You didn't scare me,” I speak softly, going back to the sink. “Good morning to you too. You arrived early.”“I missed you.” He kisses the back of my neck, making me shiver. “And I wanted to bring you breakfast in bed, but you spoiled my surprise.”“I'm a terrible person.” I bite my lip, almost laughing.“How were the consultations?” He leans his hip against the sink beside me and folds his arms.“Dr. Sheena praised me for the progress I’ve made in recent months,” I say, relieved for a subject that I can give explanations. “She said she's never seen such quick memory recall.” Hunter just nods his head, waiting for me to say more. “Dr. Sheena took a blood test and said my health is positive.” I shudder when I say that last word, but to my even greater relief, Hunter doesn’t notice.Breakfast is great but I have to lie to Hunter to convince him to get s
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I grab my cellphone and dial my dad's number.“Hello?” he formally answers but he knows who it is.“Hi Dad, can we talk?” My leg shakes in anticipation.“Selena it’s going to cost a lot to talk on the phone,” he speaks, but I won’t let him back out.“Father I'm here, and we need to talk.”He snorts. “Where are you?”I explain exactly where I am and he asks me to wait at one of the cafes facing the sea and order only an orange juice. My dad arrives about ten minutes later in a La Coste jacket, jeans, and running shoes.“Hi Dad.” He just keeps looking at me arrogantly without even greeting me. “Sorry to make a fuss.”“How is Hunter?” He positions himself in the chair across from me.“Very well,” I answer. “Next week he disembarks in Madrid to stay focused for the World Cup.”“I'm happy for you.”His vague words earn a rise in me.“Is that all you're gonna tell me?” I bite.“And what do you want me to say?”“I don't know, you're the father, how about asking me how I am instead of asking
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I look at the balcony where Miguel is finishing installing the last details of the Spanish flags displayed on the support grid. On his back is the number ten with Hunter's name in green. It reminds me that I am pregnant with his children. The autograph and signature are at the height of my brother's ribs and my mind wanders to the notes Hunter always left me. I pout for the longing that settles upon my chest.A week ago, I lied to the man I loved for being a complete coward. I am unable to face reality, but lately I prefer to think that I was protecting him and his professional life and for that he has to leave people aside, i.e., me.The announcement of his transfer to the rival club was no surprise to anyone and not a breaking news, the newspapers and sports programs had only officially announced the events. There were no pronouncements from Hunter only Alan who gave a small note saying that "Hunter" himself and his family were very happy. As the announcement was not new, the most c
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“I don't know how to take care of children anymore, let alone three at once!” she speaks to herself, trying to conform. She was clearly feeling all the stress from Dr Milton’s words.“Sorry Mom.” I reply, truly apologetic for all the shit that I put her through“You'll see, when the three of them are crying...” She comments sarcastically, shaking her head as though she had already imagined the very sight.I laugh, still unhappy and crying. “My god, Mother! I know I may not be here, but I'll take care of you all.” I look at my fingers in my lap.“You are obliged to be here; I forbid you not to be.” We let out a laugh together in the back of our throats. “How are we going to care for them?”“I have my life insurance, remember. And if something happens…” I swallow hard. “You won't have to worry about money.”My voice gets more choked. Does the insurance cover... death? My thoughts make me panic all the more.“You have to tell him,” says my mom. I know she is talking about Hunter. She al
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