Excitement carried us through our long journey to Sulani. Everyone had tanning, sun, sand, and relaxation on the brain, but much to everyone’s chagrin, rain and clouds greeted us. Hopefully, it wasn’t a bad omen and would soon let up. We fled inside from the downpour and quickly checked out the house. The pictures on the website did not do the place justice. The vastness and sweet amenities perked up our spirits—at least, they impressed the girls.
No one ate breakfast, so I got lunch started. I made pineapple fried rice, and it occurred to me we had roots in Sulani. Mama was born here, and my grandparents… Well, I honestly didn’t know if they were from Sulani or just lived there for a long time. There’s so much I didn’t know about both sides of our family. As a parent, I felt like I was just making stuff up as I went. That’s why I shared everything I could with Desiree. I don’t want her not knowing who she is and where she came from. I can’t wait to tell her the story of how she came into our lives. It may freak her out, but at least she’ll understand why we cherish her so much, not that we need to explain our love.
The kids entertained themselves with school gossip and the latest and greatest Internet memes while me and Sophia cooked. I remembered those days, especially right after my birthday, when Mama got me the Plum Phone Pro. I thought I was such a badass with that big screen and super fast processor. Now I’m a millionaire with three houses and don’t know what I’m doing half of the time, heh. Life is so funny that way. Sitting around the table seemed a bit formal for vacation even though it would have been nice; there were too many of us to squeeze in that space, anyway. Everyone grabbed a bowl and ate wherever they liked. Me and Sophia sat at the island, hoping to encourage the kids to join us.
After lunch, everyone scattered, doing what they could to keep themselves occupied for the rest of the day. Honestly, I was concerned the kids wouldn’t be able to contain themselves, but between more school gossip, SimTube videos, and Desi’s soccer ball, they did a great job of keeping themselves entertained. I briefly considered canceling our date night because the rain did not relent. But I knew better than to make that suggestion. Sophia is so serious about our couple time, and I love that so much. Between the heavy rain and Sulani’s shorter daylight hours, we decided to get a move on early so we weren’t left fumbling our way back in the dark, especially since we needed a water craft to get to the house.
I had found a lounge on another island that was named one of the hottest hot spots of all the Sulani islands. Knowing Sophia didn’t care about being seen and who we could see, I still thought it would be a nice place to take her. Our date nights are so few and far in between these days, so whatever we did, I made it count. She always looks good, but that dress, though… Watcher almighty! That thing had me thinking all kinds of second thoughts. I considered finding another house for everyone to stay at so I could have my girl all to myself. We could have us a second honeymoon, tanning naked on the beach, woohooing whenever, wherever. Sophia saw every single one of those thoughts in my eyes and pulled me out of the house. A man can dream, alas. But, if I may say so, she was not the only one looking good. I was so proud of my outfit, and, yes; I matched on purpose. Let no one mistake who I belong to, ha! I looked so fire and had the attitude to match. It reminded me of our date the night we discovered she was pregnant. We were untouchable that night, and I felt like that again. Fresh threads and love have that effect on me.
The lounge had so many places to hang out and talk, which was cool, but we could do that at home. We walked around looking for some kind of entertainment and found a man at the mic doing stand up. It was still very early, so we took a seat and listened, hoping there would be a band later.
A band never showed, and eventually another amateur took his place, making me wonder if we had just stumbled upon an open mic night or something. It mattered not to me, though. No bad singing, poorly aged jokes, or rain could steal my attention away from my date. She’s my forever girlfriend; my baby mama; my queen; my rock; love of my life; cheerleader, and number one fan. Praise to the Watcher for sending more rain and thunder, prompting Sophia to want to leave, for I had many many more plans at the house. This date was far from over. Good thing the other bedrooms were all upstairs.
