“Mar-mar-mar-mar.”
Erik admitted to privately Googling ‘Spanish for sea’ but grudgingly yielded. Andreas wasn’t trying to pull a fast one. Beatriz had said her first word—and in Spanish.
She was also excited, probably because Andreas was so excited. It had been like trying to keep hold of a live eel and Erik had taken her back to the edge of the water for safety more than anything else. She loved the ebb and flow of the tide, squealed at every wave that crashed down to the sand, and had roared with apoplectic fury when they’d attempted to go back into the city for lunch.
Erik had ended up having lunch brought to the pair of them by a cackling Lauren, and eating while sitting cross-legged just within the reach of the tide, the world’s happiest baby chanting her first word in the small tr
