Zain Perez slipped his surfboard into the bed of his black pickup truck, heading to his mother’s house. He had just come home from the University of Southern California on a full-ride baseball scholarship. Although he had been offered the same at the University of Miami when he had graduated high school, Zain had to get away or bust, so he chose to go to USC. Now, Zain was about to start his senior year… and was the first in his family to graduate college.
He remembered his father’s sacrifice, sneaking his family out of Cuba in the middle of the night and staying behind to ensure their escape. Zain had just been a boy at the time, but he still remembered it as if it were yesterday.
“I don’t want to leave you!” Zain cried, only nine years old. “I love you!”
His mother clutched his older sister, Carmen, and stood to the side, crying as she watched.
His father, Javier, knelt before him. “It’s okay, son. I’ll be along soon. I’ll be right behind you. I promise.” Then he squeezed his shoulders as he looked into his eyes. “Son, we don’t have much time, so listen. No matter what happens to me, promise me that you’ll go to college. That you’ll make something of yourself in America. Use baseball if you must. You’re good! I’ve seen it! But make something of yourself. Now, promise me!”
Tears had streamed down Zain’s cheeks as he nodded. “I promise.”
His mother kissed his father one last time and then pulled him and his sister away. Then they were taken to a ship and shoved into a dark space.
Zain didn’t remember much about the trip across the sea, but he remembered when the doors opened to the container where his family had been hiding, and the blinding sun poured in.
After that, not everything had been sunshine and roses, but there was opportunity in Miami, which hadn’t been available in Cuba.
Now, his uncle owned a restaurant and a food truck, and other members of his family were all business owners, too. They had worked hard and saved what they could to get where they were now. Nothing had been given to them. As a result, Zain learned the meaning of hard work and sacrifice at a young age.
Zain never saw his father again, but he was determined to make his sacrifice mean something. He couldn’t take it if he allowed his father’s sacrifice to be in vain... and he only had one more year to go to make their dream come true. Then, he could turn pro.
Throughout college, Zain had kept his head down and worked hard at baseball and part-time jobs while his friends were out having fun, and he had stayed out of trouble.
While he was in college on scholarship, he majored in business and planned to graduate with his BA in Business Administration at the end of the year. Zain knew that he would probably take online classes to get his MBA next while he played baseball, but needed to take one step at a time.
After closing the tailgate of his pickup truck, Zain hopped into the cab and headed back to his mother’s house in Miami. His mother, Clara, had a fit when he came into town, grabbed his board, kissed her on the cheek, and headed off to the beach, telling her he would be back soon. He left his other board in his dorm in California.
“Don’t be gone long!” she called after him. “I’m inviting the family!”
“Mom! Not the family!” Zain shook his head, smiling. Although he hated all the fuss with the family, he enjoyed being home and seeing his mother. But he knew that a nice quiet evening was too much to hope for. Not with his family. But then again, he wouldn’t have it any other way.
Now, almost home, he was excited to see everyone. It had been six months since he had seen his family. Ever since he went away to college, he only came home for Christmas and during the summer when he wasn’t playing baseball.
As he drove, he thought about the girl he had seen on the beach. She was beautiful with long, dark hair and a figure that would stop traffic.
Zain had dated a few girls upon occasion, but no one held his heart. He had never fallen in love. He never got close enough to. The girl he saw on the beach was from out of town... and out of his league. Girls like that may flirt, but they never let it get serious. He pushed the thought of her from his mind, determined to enjoy the summer with his family. He had stayed away from anything serious all this time and he wasn’t about to change that now.
After a few turns, Zain steered his truck down the street leading to his childhood home and cringed. Cars lined both sides of the street, and loud Cuban music blared from the backyard of his mother’s house.
Zain almost turned the car around and got a hotel for the night but decided against it. It was time to face the music—literally. And if he didn’t face his family now, it would be tomorrow or another day. But as he parked the car, locked it up, and walked toward the house, adrenaline shot through his body, becoming excited at the prospect of being home again.
When he headed into the house, Carmen was standing in the living room, rubbing her very pregnant stomach. “Zain....” She held out her arms to him and kissed his cheek. One corner of her lips curled into a smile as she nodded toward the kitchen. “Out back. Everyone’s there.”
“Everyone?” Zain asked, raising an eyebrow.
Her husband, Juan, walked up and handed Zain a beer and had one for himself as he slid his arm around his wife. As tall as both Zain and Juan were, Carmen was just as short, only five foot two. Both Zain and Juan were over six feet tall. But size meant nothing. Zain learned long ago not to mess with his sister. When crossed, she had the temper of a bulldog and had a knack for bringing men twice her size to their knees.
Carmen sighed, smiling. “‘Fraid so.”
Zain kissed his older sister’s forehead. “Thanks for the warning.” Then he bent down and said to her belly. “Hello, pequeño! We’ll see you soon!”
Carmen smiled, placing her hand on the top of her huge baby bump. “It’s a boy.” She reached up and held her husband’s hand resting on her shoulder. “His name is Sebastian.” She looked up at her husband and smiled. He looked at her with nothing short of devotion. They had been married for six years now, and this was their second child. The first was a girl, Sylvia, but her nickname was Sylvie.
Zain was happy that his sister had found the love of her life. Deep down, he wondered if he ever would.
Zain“Wow!” Zain gave Juan a manly handshake. “You have a son!”“Yeah, but Sylvie is my little princess.” Juan smiled, raising an eyebrow.“Speaking of which, where is she?” Zain asked, looking around.Just then, a cute little girl with light brown curls wearing a frilly pink dress saw him. “Uncle Zain!” She ran toward him, and he scooped her into his arms and nuzzled her neck, playfully scratching her with his day-old beard. “Ew!” She laughed, pulling away.“Do you have a kiss for your uncle?” Zain asked, turning his cheek to her.She gave him a big kiss on the cheek and then squirmed to get down. “Love you, Uncle Zain!”“Love you, too.”When he stood her on her feet, Sylvie grabbed his hand and pulled him toward the backyard. “Come on! Everyone’s here! Abuela’s waiting!”Zain laughed. “I’m sure she is. Well, let’s get this over with. But will you promise me a dance?”Sylvie stopped in her tracks and twisted back and forth, watching her frilly dress flare out. “Sure! Let’s go!” Then
JasmineJasmine had barricaded herself into her bedroom for the rest of the night, not wanting to deal with her parents. But she woke early the following day, dressed quickly, and headed for the beach. Although she wanted to go surfing, Jasmine didn’t want to go alone, so she watched the sunrise instead.Streaks of pink and soft orange spread across the morning sky as she sat on the sand close to the shoreline, wrapping her arms around her legs. This truly was beautiful. If she could, she would move here and stay forever. Although she liked Maine, the winters were frigid, and Jasmine was more of a summer girl.Jasmine watched the sun rise behind the ocean. She liked this time of day, early morning before the beach became crowded. The seagulls were flying about, swooping down to catch a fish, and then flew back up again, cawing to their friends in an occasional disagreement, adding to the ambiance.As she watched the birds and the ebb and flow of the sea, she thought of her parents. Sh
Zain Zain hadn’t slept well all night, thinking of her. When he finally got to sleep, it had been fitful. As soon as the faint rays of sunshine peeked in through the window, he showered and hurried out, in a hurry to get to the beach to see Jasmine. Jasmine. What a beautiful name. It suited her well. Zain quickly grabbed his board, wanting to get to the beach early to meet her. Even though they had just met, he couldn’t deny his attraction to her. But even if they ended up just becoming friends and nothing more, that would be fine with him. It would be nice to have another surfing buddy for the summer. Zain slipped out the front door and locked it behind him, feeling like a kid sneaking out. He started the engine and soon was on his way to South Pointe. He didn’t want to seem like a stalker, but he couldn’t help himself. Turning the truck down another corner, he wondered what he was doing. Jasmine was clearly only eighteen, and he was twenty-one and would be twenty-two by the tim
At the end of the run, Jasmine jumped off the board, feeling more exhilarated than she ever had before.“Great run!” Zain shouted. Then a wave came up, and he laid on the board and started paddling. She waited on the shore, watching as he stood and dropped into the wave at just the right time, catching it just before it crest, jumping off when he got close to shore. When he stood, his hair was slicked back as water glistened on his skin. He was completely and utterly gorgeous.“Great job!” Jasmine stood on the shore, clapping. “But you could have made a little twist at the end. You know, added some flair,” she teased. She couldn’t just say he was magnificent. After all, the Greek god was probably used to people telling him how great he was.But to her surprise, he picked up his board and ran toward shore. “Oh, I could, could I?” Then he dropped his board on the shoreline and ran toward her.“Uh, oh!” Her eyes grew wide, laughing as she ran away.Then, suddenly, he grabbed her from beh
ZainZain waited outside for Jasmine while she took her surfboard into her apartment. He guessed he should have introduced himself to her parents. But they had just met, and they were only going to his Uncle Miguel’s food truck. His uncle made the best Tostones, Cuban bowls, and Cuban Sandwiches in Miami. He just hoped Jasmine liked Cuban food.A moment later, she came out the door, still wearing her bikini and sarong, but she had also put on dainty leather sandals and had pulled her hair back into a ponytail. She looked gorgeous. “Ready?”Zain nodded, smiling. “You know, if you don’t like Cuban food, I can always take you somewhere else.”Jasmine smiled, shaking her head. “No, I love it.”“Great!” He started walking in the direction where his uncle always parked. “It’s right around the corner.”“How far?” she asked, trying to keep up with his long strides.At that moment, Zain realized how much smaller she was than him. He had to have been at least a foot taller than her. Perfect.He
JJasmineJasmine was taken aback by Zain’s forwardness at kissing the top of her head. But she didn’t mind. She liked that people in his culture were so friendly and affectionate. But it would take her a bit to get used to. Although her parents were affectionate, it wasn’t like this. But she wasn’t complaining.“Sorry about that,” he replied, seeing her reaction.“I’m not.” She shrugged. “With you, it feels natural.” If any other guy had done that, she would have probably decked him without thinking. But not Zain. He was different. With him, everything was different in ways she couldn’t explain.“Here you go!” Miguel announced, setting two rectangle paper containers lined with thin paper on the counter. “Let me know if you’d like anything else.” Then he smiled at Jasmine. “It’s nice to meet you, miss. Make sure to keep this one out of trouble.” He laughed, pointing his thumb toward Zain.“Okay, okay! Don’t scare her off,” Zain said, taking both containers.Miguel shrugged. “She doesn
ZainAlthough he hated to say goodbye, Zain walked Jasmine back to her parents’ apartment, knowing she couldn’t spend much more time in the sun. As fair as she was, she would fry.“I had a nice time with you today,” he said as they walked toward her door.Jasmine nodded, obviously having had enough outdoor fun. “So did I.” But as they walked toward her door—literally right on the beach—she paused. “Would you like to come in for a while? We can pop some popcorn and watch a movie.”Zain shook his head. “Maybe some other day. But I would like to meet your parents, if that’s okay.” He laughed. “I don’t know what’s customary in your culture, but in my culture, the boy has to meet the girl’s parents before they go on their first date. Then, usually they have to bring along a little sister as a chaperone.”Jasmine’s eyebrows rose in disbelief. “Seriously? In today’s day and age?”He nodded. “‘Fraid so.”“Well, lucky for you, I don’t have a little sister. I’m an only child. But don’t give my
JasmineOver the next few days, Jasmine and Zain went surfing every day. It was an unspoken, simple vow between them. And Jasmine found that she looked forward to each day, knowing she would spend it with Zain. Then, when it was time to go, she hated to leave his side in the afternoon.“Where are you going?” her mother asked one morning just before she was going out to meet him.“Surfing.” Jasmine was already getting a nice tan from being out in the sun every day. On this day, she wore a floral summer shorts set over her bikini, thankful that her mother had insisted on getting them.Her mother’s lips were set in a straight line. “I don’t want you seeing that boy anymore.”“Mom, he’s a great person.” Jasmine hurried to gather her things, not in the mood to hear her mother’s complaints again. If Zain had been a boy of society from what her parents deemed as a “good family,” her mother wouldn’t be complaining at all. But that was one of the things that Jasmine liked about Zain. He was hi