Far away, in Anlandana, it is daylight at this hour.
In Ernesto’s apartment, in the side bathroom, she sits on a small bench and washes her son’s buttocks while complaining:
-Son, the two of us together are not as good as one Micaela! No, it’s all your fault, if you hadn’t cried during her video and interfered with your mother’s talk with Micaela, how would she have blown us? Lying on his father’s lap, Gustavo was eating his own little fist and responded with a hard “mmmmm” to his father’s complaint with a little frown….
Ernesto was cleaning his son’s buttocks and, seeing his job done, froze for a second at the sudden appearance of fresh poop on his hands and looked at his son, who was still eating his fist with an innocent face, trembling with rage.
-Good for you, Gustavo, wait for me, when you grow up a little more, you’ll see how I’ll give you a spanking! When Carlos, Micaela and Alba went to see the newborn Mr. Tomas of the Davalos family, Ernesto’s prophecy came true, the baby was born, Ernesto became a super daddy and Alba did only one thing for the whole month:
Breastfeeding!
In order to take care of both mother and child for the month, Ernesto stopped going to the company and hired a babysitter to help him at first, but then he got better and better and did all the babysitting himself!
Alba’s clothes, underwear and so on, no one else can touch them, he has to wash them himself!
Cooking, monthly meals and so on, who knows Alba’s preferences better than him?
Bathing the child, changing diapers, washing her buttocks, he knows it once and for all, he is no worse than the nanny, that busy busy busy busy nanny with no work to do, ashamed to quit voluntarily….
Finally, I took care of my son’s hygiene, put him outside on the big bed, then went into the bathroom to get ready, and picked him up again on my way out, figuring that by then, his little sisters would have finished their online chat, right?
When I opened the door to the master bedroom, Alba was already asleep, with the phone next to her pillow.
In order to record with Micaela, Alba and her brothers’ wives, they’ve gotten used to being online at 7am for sure, and for the past month, they’ve been getting up early to record, and after the video it’s still early, and if they still want to sleep, they go back to sleep….
The son in his arms also fell asleep, he put Gustavo next to Alba and covered her up, then took his phone to the bedside table, touching his fingerprint to unlock it out of habit, the screen lit up with an unread message on it, appearing right on the desk:
-Alba, would you like to come to Salamonsa? Will our promise to celebrate our wedding together be fulfilled here? Ernesto’s heart skipped a beat.
With this Micaela thing, it must be good!
He was already working on Alba’s passport and, to his surprise, he got it and flew in for the wedding!
Wait, I have to get a license with Alba here before going to the wedding….
Ernesto is a little excited, looking at Alba asleep, his heart soaring with joy and satisfaction….
Even though Alba has been his for a long time and his son has been born, he still has his heart set on such a ceremony and has waited so long for the day to marry the little bastard and become a legal marriage….
Leaning down, she gently drops a delicate kiss on Alba’s face….
Darling, finally waiting for our wedding, my son and I finally have a name….
Alba, asleep, feels a familiar touch, she doesn’t know what she is dreaming, she stirs and murmurs:
-Ernesto…
Ernesto answered in a low voice:
-I’m in…
Alba put her hand around his neck and did not even open her eyes.
-Come upstairs and sleep with me….
Ernesto raised an eyebrow and obediently took off his shoes and lay down beside her.
Heartless little bastard, he just threw them off without hesitation, now he’s getting soft….
Alba moved self-consciously in his arms and slept more soundly.
Ernesto hugged her contentedly, he looked at the time, the message had been sent half an hour ago, it was night over there, Micaela should be sleeping, Ernesto put the cell phone down and decided to pretend he hadn’t seen it, thinking about the surprise the little bastard would get when he woke up….
Thinking about it, he picked up the phone again and sent a message to Carlos:
Get your love interest talking about it and get everyone in.
We leave in three days.
Halfway through, Carlos replied, in one word:
Good.
Ernesto thought for a moment and asked.
A discreet wedding?
The other party answered in a matter of seconds:
No, I want it to be a big event!
Ernesto frowned, a big event?
Could it be that Carlos has the means to broadcast live to the whole world?
In that closed country of Salamonsa, where there is not even an international network?