At this time of year, these days are the busiest and most intense for all of us. The first thing I do after settling in my parents' house, me, my husband and my father go to the fair set up exclusively for the festivities. There we buy the natural pine that will be our Christmas tree. At that moment there is a certain dispute between my father and Carlos about the freshest, big , green and ideal for the room where last year’s was. Each year one of them is victorious in this senseless competition and so far the score is like this: Ramón three , Carlos 2. I must admit that the Christmas tree was irrelevant until the birth of Juan, even for Carlos, but with the arrival of our son, everything has a great meaning, we want Juan to have many good memories, even more this time of year. I believe that because of this, Carlos is running among the pines in search of the perfect tree and draw with my father. I am sitting waiting for the two to appear with the ideal pines, yes I am the judge who d

Juan’s hand touches my face, beating lightly, then awake and I find his brown eyes watching me, caress his curls, admiring with all zeal the face of my son with an expression as if he was keeping a great secret. Then he lets out a beautiful laugh, turning towards Carlos, who turns around, finding us both awake. My husband smiles as he tickles Juan’s belly as he laughs, trying to take his father’s huge hands. I get on my knees in bed and pretend to be mad at my husband:— Release the brave Juan or suffer the consequences.— I prefer to suffer the consequences - declares my husband shaking the belly of Juan who just laughed.— So be it - I say going at my husband and tickling him. He lets go of Juan and tries to hold me laughing. Juan gets up on the bed and comes up to Carlos — Come on bravo Juan, let’s defeat Captain Carlos.— Ahahahahaha, I surrender, I surrender - declares Carlos, laughing.— We beat Juan - I celebrate with my son, who offers me a huge smile.— Take your prize. - my

About a month later...Over time, the flirting between X and Filomena became the least of my problems, as he was now taking turns between Madrid and Barcelona. Besides, for some reason, we had difficulties in finding investors, participants in the inauguration and the projects were in plaster, forcing us to postpone the inauguration. However, it’s not just that. In my personal life, things also did not go as I would like...As promised, Carlos came home every weekend, at least his body was present, because the rest was totally in Lisbon. I could not care if he did not give me attention, because every time I confront him the excuse is the same: work accumulated because of the time he was here. Only he’s not paying the slightest attention to our son. And today is one of those days... I watch from the kitchen Juan hangs on the legs of my husband who is totally concentrated on his computer, totally ignoring his own son, that was the last straw. I finish fixing the counter and go in his an

I drive quickly towards my home, although the path seems to take longer than usual. In my mind, images of what happened still little in front of the hotel. I still feel his hands going into my blouse, mine tearing off his suit as we kissed wildly. Flashes … eyes… her lips down my neck, my hands finding once again her pectoral… flashes. I shake my head trying to concentrate on the direction, but the touch of his hand on my leg, going up until I find myself excited… I don’t know where I got the strength to walk away, take your hands away from me, see your confused gaze. But I did, I fixed my clothes and without facing him said:— Good night, X.He came down without understanding anything and I go off in flames. I finally get home, open the door, turn on the light and go towards Juan’s room where I find my son and the nanny sleeping peacefully. I wake up the nanny and say that if she wants, she can sleep at my house , since it’s late. She thanks me, and then I go to my room, where I can

We got off the taxi and stopped in front of the glamorous Sheraton Hotel and already regret not having considered bringing a suitable dress for such a situation. The most I could get was a straight-cut black dress and a loose bun. Carlos holds my arm and leads me inside the hotel. We entered the elevator and my husband squeezes into the top floor, where the restaurant Panorama is located. We exited the elevator and faced the panoramic view of the city. And what a splendid view he has, I try to remember the last time I entered a restaurant that impressed me like that, but I did not remember any. To the right, a transparent piano delimits the bar area, where there is a sign indicating that smoking is allowed. To the left, after the wooden counter, the dining room. Luxury and good taste reign throughout the place.— They are there. - Carlos says, holding lightly on my arm. Then I turn around and find Dunny waving his arm towards us, which makes me take a deep breath, drawing attention to