Chapter 17
The holiday was perfect.
The sound of Spanish all around him, the heat of the sun beating down upon his skin, the feeling of warmth sinking in bone-deep not just from the weather, but from Erik’s growing confidence and glee in hefting Beatriz around, and the soft tinges of Spanish pronunciations beginning to seep into her baby-babble.
There was a word coming any day now, and Andreas couldn’t wait.
With four people to look after the baby, it was relaxing, too. He knew it wouldn’t last—the more kids they had, the more demanding it would get, and on the holidays that Mike managed to come on, he and Jo didn’t get involved in babysitting much—but for that week in the sun, Andreas was enjoying every minute of it.
Especially on the fourth day, when Beatriz discovered the beach.
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