Chapter 26

Chelsea ... Meeting Christian’s Family

When we arrived in Orlando, I felt nervous. Christian’s mom had his car. She was picking us up from the airport. I kept checking myself out every time we passed by a window. He chuckled, “Stop stressing. You look fine.”

I smiled, “Do I?”

He nodded and kissed my lips, “Now let’s go get our bags.”

When we got our bags and passed through customs, we walked outside and saw his mom looking fabulous. She was dressed in the latest fashions, a pair of skinny jeans, an off-the-shoulder white top, gladiator sandals, large hooped earrings, and hair pulled back into a single braided ponytail. She greeted him with a hug, “Welcome back hijo,” she looked at me smiling, “is this Chelsea?”

I nodded. He introduced us, “Yes, mom, this is Chelsea. Chelsea, meet my mom, Xiomara.”

“Nice to meet you,” I said. I went to shake her hand but she pulled me in for a hug and a kiss.

It was a good sign. She was welcoming. Christian opened the door for us. I offered her the front seat but she declined, “No mami, you sit up front with your man.”

He had a nice SUV. An Aviator in black. I sat back relaxing to the sound of salsa, Marc Anthony as he drove. She asked me a lot of questions as we drove her back to her house.

When we arrived, we headed inside. I met his father, his brother, and two younger sisters. It was amazing how his family had a range of hues from deep mahogany to almost white. His dad was dark like me. His mother looked white and his sisters were both a cocoa brown color and he and his brother were that café con leche color.

His father shook my hand, “Do you speak Spanish?” he asked me.

“Well, Christian has been teaching some stuff.”

“Good. Good. In this house, we speak mostly Spanish. Spanglish too,” he laughed, “I’m making some sancocho, It’s a soup. Very tasty. You two will stay and eat.”

“Of course.”

I was feeling at home. One of his sisters, the oldest of the two said, “I follow you on Instagram. You deleted one of your accounts.”

“Yeah. I went off the grid for a while. I mostly post on the other. It’s where I have all my brand deals.”

“You can help me do my makeup for prom?”

“Of course.”

We sat talking. I heard his mom say that she thought I was sweet. My heart melted. Later that day, we sat at the table and had soup.

I learned that his oldest brother Noel was getting married in six months. He and his girlfriend were expecting a child.

His father Carlos owned his own lawn care business. His mother was a teacher. His little sister Lili was graduating soon and off to college to study engineering, and the baby of the family April was in the ninth grade.

After we finished at his parent’s house, we headed to his house. As he drove he looked over at me and chuckled, “You can finally breathe. My family loves you.”

I smiled, “I love them too.”

We made it to his grand house. “Wow, you stay here alone?”

“Yeah, for the most part.” He pulled into the three-car garage and parked next to his sedan a nice Hyundai Sonata.”

He took the bags out of the trunk, “Here we are mami, home sweet home.” When he opened the door that led to the laundry room and later the kitchen I looked around and saw there wasn’t a lot of anything.

“Did you just move in?”

“Yeah, I bought it before I went to the island. I had to jump on it while the market was hot. Years from now, you won’t be able to get a house like this for under 600k. I bought it for half that.”

“It’s beautiful.”

“And to think, I almost postponed my trip to the island this year but my abuela told me I need to get away. That I would find what my heart was searching for.”

I smiled.

“Make yourself at home. Look around. I do have a bed,” he said as he kissed my mouth.

I laughed “I bet you do. Now all you need is a living room set, a dining table, some pictures for these naked walls, some house plants, curtains, and a whole lot more.”

He laughed, “Well, now that I have you, you can help me.”

“I can.”

“You know what, you can explore the house later. Let’s go to bed. I’m going to enjoy having you all to myself.”

And he did have me to himself in his bedroom in a king-sized bed. Our lips touched and our tongues danced as he worked my middle. “Yes, papi, si, me gusta.”

He laid it on thick. My body trembled and I grunted as that orgasm hit. He took my nipple into his mouth and suckled. Sweet kisses. I was his and he was mine. It felt right. After he spilled his DNA inside of me, he looked into my eyes and asked, “Am I enough for you?”

I nodded, “Of course.”

“I love you, Chelsea.”

I was stunned. He smiled, “You don’t have to say it yet. Say it when you’re ready.”