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“I love how easy it is to get you naked when you wear dresses. I’ll make sure to buy you every single dress imaginable when we get to Chile.”

Camila chuckles but it dies as soon as my tip graces her clit.

“Hmm,mi cielo. This feels so good,” she moans.

And fuck if I don’t leak precum the moment she calls me that. “I know, wife. It feels incredible for me too.”

Camila is so wet that my dick practically glides inside of her.

We make love all afternoon, tangled in each other.

After having a candlelight dinner for two, I make love to my wife until we fall asleep—me still buried deep inside her.

If this isn’t heaven, then I don’t want to go when I die.

Chapter 32

Vicente Godoy

Aweek has passed since we arrived at Alamo Peaks, and the adjustment has been easier than I thought. The first thing we did was have my brother draw up plans for our dream house.

My parents offered to move to one of the guest houses at the hacienda, but Camila and I want our own place. We’re hoping the construction will be done within the year. In the meantime, we’re staying in one of the guest houses.

Camila was adamant about not taking my parents out of their home. She said there were many memories in there that she was sure my parents would appreciate relishing in as they embarked on their retirement.

“Daddy, Daddy,” Ava calls as I enter the kitchen where she’s having breakfast in the nook.

A wave of pride and joy swells in my chest.

“Hey, duckling. Good morning,” I say, scooping her up in my arms. “Where are you off to today?”

“I’m going to my horse riding class, then I need to have lunch, then I’ll rest by the pond and play with Abuela Carla and the duckies, and then I need to rest because we’re having dinner at Tía Karina’s house,” she says in one breath.

I chuckle at how fast she’s talking. Her transition to speaking Spanish full-time has been smoother than I expected.

Camila did a great job speaking to her in Spanish from the time she was a baby, so Ava has picked it up with ease.

We found her a bilingual school in Santiago that’s worth the thirty-minute drive. The school has been a perfect fit for her.

We also found an excellent pediatrician in the city and arranged for nurse visits to handle her blood transfusions at home. Having her procedures done here has been a game changer.

So far, we’ve had one at home, and Ava was so much more comfortable in her own space. She’s adjusted beautifully to our new life here.

I’ve mentioned to Camila we can explore gene therapy once Ava turns twelve—the minimum age for that kind of treatment. I’m excited to see how her life can improve with that sort of treatment, but if it’s not a good fit, I’m quite pleased with the team of doctors we’ve found to provide everything she needs.

“That’s right—we’re going to see baby Enzo,” I say.

My nephew is a year old and has the entire family wrapped around his little finger.

I can’t wait to see Camila’s belly swollen with our baby, but I know she wants to get her chocolate business going before we try for another child.

“Yes, baby Enzo,” Ava shouts excitedly as she breaks from my hold and rushes to meet Vivian, her horse riding teacher.

“Bye, Daddy. I’ll be back soon.”

I chuckle, but wave and blow her a kiss. “Bye sweetheart, I love you.”

“Thank you,” she replies.

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