Lourdes turned around and looked at her. She tugged at her hand until Tariq let her go and then she flung her arms wide and ran to Charlotte. "Auntie, I love it here. And I love Bella. She's my best friend."
Charlotte couldn't help but marvel at how perfectly Lourdes enunciated each word. There was no baby talk. Her father had called Charlotte constantly with anecdotes about how verbal and precocious Lourdes was. Charlotte found it to be true. It hadn't been her brother's wishful thinking; Lourdes really was extremely verbal and her comprehension blew Charlotte away.
She caught the little girl and swung her around. "I love it here, too, baby. And Bella is the best." What could she say? It was all true.
"Can we stay? I want to stay."
She glanced at Genevieve, who had gone very still, and then at Tariq, who was striding toward them, Bella on his shoulders. He was tall and powerful although he wore his suit like a model. Perfection. She had committed to him. It felt like that, as if she was totally bonded to him. Connected.
You gave me your word that you would try us. That we had a beginning.
She nodded. She wanted that beginning with him. She hoped for a future with him. Right here, on this amazing piece of property. Genevieve's face told her it was too soon. Too fast. But that she'd support Charlotte's decision.
"Yes, honey, I think we're going to stay for a while."
"Bella has a cool house and a brother and two sisters. When am I going to get a brother or sister?"
"That may take a little time," Charlotte hedged, blushing for no reason. If she was going to continue to burn in paradise with Tariq, she needed to be responsible and get on birth control. Not that she would mind having his baby. A child with his hair and eyes. She could go for that. Just not now. Not when their beginning was so new.
But a child would be with her long after he left her, a little voice whispered to her. She knew she would have him for a while. Maybe even a long while, but eventually, he would leave her and find another woman. One that suited him better. A woman like Genevieve. Tall. Model thin. Glossy straight hair. A face that any photographer would fall to his knees and worship.
I prefer short with lots of soft curves. I love long, wild hair that goes on forever and shows me just how wild my woman can be. I love every single thing about you, although we need to work a little on your confidence. You are my woman. My choice. I am your man.