[RE-EDITING]
BOOK 1 IN THE INCONSTANT SERIES ♥︎
𝐑𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐚 • The heart of the Guerreros, their princess of the Spanish Mafia, their only sister and known as the 'La asesina del Corazon. What happens when one of her brothers drunkenly hacked into the...
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Love. It has so much power, consuming us entirely and that's what I fell into but something I would never change. The word itself is selfish, you get so lost in one person that it's all you can think about.
It's an addiction of having someone sound to you who makes you feel better and my someone is for a lifetime. He was a cure for subduing the pain of my bleeding wounds that no one could do. We get so overwhelmed to hold onto that person who brings joy and with Santi, I feel like that every goddamn day of my life.
I was almost about to lose him, six months ago, and to be standing here today, I feel so lucky and blessed to be. The last six months of our lives have been nothing but joy and excitement. I was discharged from the hospital after a month of being awake, I was told to bed rest and when Santi didn't let me do anything—he didn't.
Knowing that my uncle is dead and that my aunt was killed by Lucas, there's tranquillity in our lives that I've never seen before. Not only that, seeing Santi finally at rest from taking revenge for his brother only makes this feeling indescribable. My parents can sleep in peace now, his brother can too and we—we can live the way we want to without any past following us.
Santi and I decided it was best if we stayed with his parents for the holidays, it was that time of year when my brothers and I spent Christmas alone, no parents, just us and for the first time in a long time, we get to celebrate it like the true meaning of family. His parents have been nothing but of great help, ever since I was discharged from the hospital, Lilliana made sure I was eating properly, taking my medication on time and making sure I was taking care of my babies.
It still feels surreal to say that—my babies—I still find it hard to believe that I'm having twins and that they're still here with Santi and me. It truly was a miracle, a miracle I don't think anyone would understand.
"There you are, what are you doing here baby?" Hearing Santi's voice, I turn my body around and see him walking into our baby's nursery room which I've been for the past hour.
"There's some sort of serenity every time I come in here, mi amor." He wraps his arms around me, slowly kissing my lips as if he was longing to do that. Smiling against his lips, the smell of his fresh cologne hits my nose, "Feliz Navidad, hermosa." (Merry Christmas, beautiful.)
"Feliz Navidad, mi amor," Pecking his lips, I rest mine on his as I slowly close my eyes to let this moment sink in, "This is our first Christmas together," I whisper over them, he slowly smiles back at my words, holding me against him.
"Y tenemos muchos más por venir." (And we have many more to come.)
"I know what it feels like now, to be with a family on Christmas." I continue to whisper, he slightly pulls us apart and kisses my forehead, pressing his hand on my bump.
"This is your family now, baby." I place my hand over him, looking down at my visible bump through my dress, "These two in there are going to be so lucky when they're born." He continues to speak, making me feel all sorts of things that I can't even begin to describe.
