Xavier was almost anxious to breach the subject of where they should live with Amira. He didn’t want to leave Spain. Not because of his origins – he wasn’t that rooted there. But because he loved his son so much, he couldn’t picture his life without him in it.
Sure, that would imply that he would see his ex-wife from time to time, and that he’d have to tolerate her presence, and he wasn’t sure how his princesa would take it.
Nevertheless, after buying the dress which cost a small fortune to his sweet princesa – but wouldn’t make a dent in his bank account – and that fit her like a glove thankfully, he decided to bring it up over lunch.
He went to a restaurant that was owned by a friend of his, and thus was able to get in without any trouble despite not having made a reservation befor
