I may never knowwhat a sprinkle-free kitchen looks like again, but I do know what a happy home feels like, because I’m living in it.
After having cake for lunch, Anna crashed hard from the sugar high and ended up falling asleep on the couch.
I took the opportunity to suggest we start moving Isabella’s things up to my room.
Which is how I ended up staring at Isa’s underwear drawer and being completely useless.
“Leave those alone, you perv.” She pushes me out of the way with her hip and crosses her arms. “And were you going to include me in this conversation about changing rooms? It’s like we’re moving in together.”
“We already live together,” I deadpan.
She wrinkles her nose. “Ugh, you know what I mean.”
I move in, pulling her into my chest. “Isabella, will you pretty, pretty please move into my room with me so that I can wake upwith you in my arms and give you all the morning besitos for as long as I want?”
“Hmm, tempting. But I’ve got a sweet setup with my desk in this room. And my clothes are put away so nicely…”
“You’re only using up three drawers and a few hangers. We haven’t even brought over the rest of your things from your parents’ place. And besides…” I turn her in my arms so she faces the floor-to-ceiling windows. “I was thinking we make a few adjustments and turn this into your office. Get a bigger desk and a desktop computer. So when you’re in here, you can focus on work, and when you’re in our room, you can focus on my co—”
“Don’t finish that sentence.” She sighs theatrically. “And to think you were doing so well.”
I pinch her side, and she erupts into giggles. “Okay, okay, I’ll move into your room.”
“Our room.”
“Our room,” she agrees.
“And remember, we’re a team now.” I lift my wrist, showing off my new friendship bracelet.
Anna made them for the three of us after our conversation earlier. And all three have our initials on them—MIA.
Which is fitting, because mía means mine in Spanish.
Which is what they are.
Isa lifts her bracelet and gazes at it lovingly. “She’s the absolute sweetest, isn’t she?”
I lean down and kiss her forehead. “Yes, and now she knows. Which also means it’s only a matter of time before…”
“Our moms,” she shudders. “You know how smug those two are about to be? After months of riding our asses and suggesting I work for you.” She shakes her head. “I’m never going to live this down. This’ll be the ultimate I-told-you-so moment for them,” she grumbles.
“Want me to talk to Anna and see if it’s possible for a five-year-old to keep a secret?”
She shakes her head. “No, it’s fine. It’s actually nice to have my friends know, and now Anna. And I love hearing how much shit the guys on the team give you for dating your nanny.” She grins as I roll my eyes. “Plus, I’m sure that after their victory parade, it’ll be good to have our family in the know. I don’t want it to feel like it’s this big secret we have to keep hidden.” She wraps her arm around my middle and leans her chin on my chest.
“Except when it comes to the media, right?”
She shakes her head from side to side, contemplating. “I mean, maybe just a bit longer?”
“Whatever you want, tesoro. It’s about me and you right now.” I kiss her head.
“And Anna. Don’t forget our initials, mister.” She lifts her bracelet up to my face.
“Would never dream of it.”
Later that night, we’re both getting ready for bed.
Our bed.
