The Ruiz family, of which Amira had become a member but only recently did she feel like one, landed in Madrid three days after Xavier was given the okay to fly back to his hometown.
Naturally, Amira - who no longer had any specific work tie to New York, seeing as there were no events for her to attend - had gone back with them all. She did belong with her husband.
Xavier had yet to tell his folks about the pregnancy, and Amira felt like she shouldn’t delay the news, as she was sure they would be elated.
“I feel like there’s something between you two which you aren’t sharing with us,” Mercy said before they were to part ways at the airport.
“Yes, there is, ma,” Xavier agreed readily, mirth playing in the depths of his brown eyes. And Amira looked at him expectantly.
“And what would
