The Carrero Heart - Beginning (Friends to Lovers)

Mia untangles herself and crawls out, caught by her father who walks her back, holding her by one arm while retrieving her clothes. He moves close to Emma, leaning in to kiss her tenderly on the mouth, before sitting down on a chair, pulling Mia onto his lap, and once again dressing his child. Emma shakes her head and quietly chides Mia out of my earshot, so as not to embarrass her. The little girl is staring up wide-eyed and on the verge of tears as her mommy gently asks her to stay dressed. Emma always did have more control over Jake’s offspring than he did. Mia is his ‘mini me’ and it’s no surprise that Emma is able to manage both equally well.

She moves to a lounger near me and awkwardly tries to maneuver into it. Jake is fast on his feet, letting Mia go, while only half dressed, and helps his wife settle down into the chair, nuzzling her neck and whispering something to her before fully letting her go. Emma’s face heats and she nudges him lightly in the ribs, eyes locked for an intense moment before he goes back to retrieving his child, and back to covering her up.

I look away from what was obviously another private moment between the love birds, with a pang of envy. Again, pushing Arrick out of my head.

“I have no idea where she gets this urge to be a naturist.” Emma smiles at me as the housekeeper appears with a tray of iced tea and fruit juice for the kids. Emma thanks her gently and nods for me to take one.

“She’s Jake’s kid. I think the urge to be naked stems from being a Carrero.” I giggle, reaching for a glass and taking a long drink. I can’t even say that’s not true for Arry. He is topless with just shorts for both training and fights, he likes to be that way when he goes anywhere hot and has no qualms about walking around at home in the same. He’s always been as comfy with his body as his brother, and obviously Mia too. Not that I can blame him, he certainly has a body worthy of ogling and his tattoo sleeve and upper chest artwork only enhance what is already hot eye candy.

See, this is why it was easy to fall for him.

“Hmm.” Emma agrees, watching Jake bending over the top of Lucah as he fishes more sand out of his mouth, which he is still spitting up. It is obvious she is checking out his ass more than checking on his parenting skills, and I shake my head with a smile. “Or a child that likes to eat all forms of dirt.” Emma smiles and giggles before taking a drink herself and settling back down.

“Not long before you have a third with an equally weird fetish, huh?” I nod at her bulging expanse of belly as Emma sighs.

“I have four weeks to go, four more long torturous weeks before I get to hold this little bundle.” She smooths her stomach, leaning back her head on the pillow and closes her eyes against the sun.

know the sex?” I enquire, stretching out my legs to sun them in my denim cut-offs. Feeling

comfort and casual. All my revealing and tight clubbing clothes were put out for the trash man this morning, in another emotional bout of gutting out the past. I have tried to remove Arrick’s lecture from my head about dressing like a hooker

Not entirely.

lifts a shielding hand over her eyes as she watches her husband kick a ball around with Mia, trying

onto my stomach, enjoying the heat on the back of

tells me this is a little Ava. It has a romantic sound to it.” Emma beams

pretty child. Your kids are always

Jake, I roll my eyes, but I can’t argue. The Carreros definitely own the market in good DNA. Even Giovanni, in his fifties, is still a handsome man, and Sylvana, Jake’s mother, is a beauty to behold. I don’t think I have met a single Carrero relative, at any of their

ever want kids.” I shrug, turning to watch Mia squealing with delight as her father hangs her by the ankles and spins her around at an alarming rate. Emma doesn’t even blink at it. Lucah is quite happy to follow in his little Ferrari and

watches me for a moment. “You’re only twenty, Sophs, so young still, and so much ahead

I would never inflict that on an innocent baby.” I pick up some stems of grass, abandoning my sewing lesson, and avoid Emma’s

sympathetically, but I only shake my

want to go back there.... What we having for dinner?” I deflect quickly, seeing Emma back down and relieved that she hasn’t been pushing me the last few days. It’s like she senses

kitchen lately. I’m just too tired to do much anymore, except count down