16 FINALLY WE'RE HERE!

ANASTASIA

We ate the warmed up food. Noah was extra grumpy. I laughed hard with Xavier when Noah told us that all the girls left him. He took the sandwich and disappeared into his room giving us a look. But we knew he'll come by.

In an hour or two we reached the beach. And finally we were there.

We got down of the caravan, so did Mum, Gigi and Dad. The caravans were drove to their parking at the villa.

"Finally we're here" I exclaimed as I hugged Gigi, on wheelchair.

"Yeah!" Mum said as she stretched her hands up.

We went in. The villa was as luxurious as our home. It was fabulous. We put Gigi's baggage in the ground floor. Mum and Dad took the room on second floor so did Noah. We were given the third floor. The whole floor was a room, it was huge. With gigantic windows. A big bed. A mini fridge, full of alcohol. A big couch. And a tv as big a a cinema screen.

I went and jumped on the bed and lied down while Xavier brought our baggage. He came in and placed the luggage in the walk in cupboard.

"Tired?"

"No....maybe...no"

"So what's final answer?" he asked chuckling.

"No"

"Care to have a drink?"

"Yess"

He brought a glass bottle, and two shot glasses. And poured out the vodka.

"You're okay with vodka right? This ones quite strong"

"Yeah" as I took the glass from him and drank it in one go.

"Slowly girl, you'll get drunk"

"More" I handed out the glass.

"Sure" he smirked.

I drank it again in a go. Dad rarely let us drink. Just once in a year. It had been a year since I drank something.

"More"

"No, that's enough" Xavier said as he poured himself a second serve.

"PLEASE. POUR. ME. SOME. MORE"

"NO."

"COME ON!"

"Last time"

I snatched the bottle and gulped down the whole bottle.

XAVIER

Oh god, she's gonna be drunk now. I'll have to be careful now not to bring a whole bottle of alcohol if I want to drink with her.

"Ana"

"EH?" she was totally drunk. Couldn't even keep her head straight.

"Ana"

"Yeah? Wait do I know you" she said pouting.

I have to say, she's cute when she's drunk. But when is she not cute.

"Ana, I'll help you to bed. Come on get up"

"NO. You Mr. Evans, listen to me carefully."

"Yeah" I smirked.

"DO YOU EVEN LIKE ME?"

My expressions changed drastically.

"Ana"

"No. Listen to me. SOMETIMES YOU'RE ALL RUDE AND COLD. AND SOMETIMES YOU'RE SO CARING AND GOOD TO ME. WHAT AM I TO THINK OF YOU? I THOUGHT TO GIVE THIS RELATIONSHIP A CHANCE. BUT YOU, MR. EVANS, YOU KEEP PUSHING ME SOO FAR AWAY"

She too thought we should give it a try. Maybe we could.

"Ana you're drunk"

"I'm not drunk"

She dropped asleep. I picked her up and placed her on the bed. And kissed her head. I went to sit on the chair near the window.

Should we really give it a chance. Maybe it's the best for us both. Maybe we both could be happy. Or not. But we could try to live and accept that we're married and together forever.

I messaged mom we'll not come down for evening snacks as we Ana and I were tired. I still sat on the chair thinking and thinking for hours.

"What happened?" Ana's sleepy voice reached my ears.

I turned around.

"Was I drunk? Did I do something? Did I say something wrong"

"No Ana, all you said was true."

She grew quite. Trying to remember. When she remembered she grew red and embarrassed.

I walked to her and sat beside her. Poured her some water.

"Thanks"

"Sorry for what I said. I was drunk"

"No, Ana, you're right. Maybe we should give this relation a chance"

"Really?" her eyes grew wide.

"Yes. But are YOU sure?"

"Yeah, of course"

I smiled ad cupped her head, bending down and kissing her like it meant heaven. She tasted sweet.

OH GOD HOW DID I GET SUCH A BEAUTIFUL WIFE!?