From my beginnings as Master XLV (and last)

(Well, we've reached the last chapter. It's only for followers of the series and has nothing to do with sex. I hope you've enjoyed Carlos and his family's adventures. It's time to say goodbye to them. Thanks for joining us this far, thanks for the comments and the "likes.")

Manu's birthday arrived. Laura and I spent Friday night to Saturday at the village house. We got up early, and while she finished some decoration details she had bought in New York, I selected the wines we were going to drink, filled the fridge with beers and soft drinks, and prepared glasses, dishes, and cutlery.

At ten, I went to pick up my sister and nephew at the station. The boy had a small suitcase, and my sister had a troubled look.

"He doesn't know what to wear, the kid. Today is a very special day, and he has to be perfect, and..."

"Oh, mom, don't get Uncle Carlos worked up. I think I already know, but..."

I looked at them with affection and patience. We got in the car, and they continued their conversation until we arrived at the door of the house.

"Aren't you putting it in the garage?"

"We're doing some repairs, and the floor is lifted."

"Well, I don't see any machinery or materials."

My sister isn't the most astute person in the world, but she's the one who most often puts her foot in her mouth per minute. Luckily, Manu was still focused on his clothes and jewelry and didn't notice the killer look I gave his mother.

"Everything is inside; I couldn't leave any debris or machinery in the middle of such a grand day."

"You always think of everything, Carlitos, what a crack!" - the boy said, and we dropped the subject.

We entered, and they greeted Laura very effusively. Manu went to the small room to unpack, came back, took the iron and ironing board, and disappeared again. We prepared coffee, and about an hour later, Álvaro appeared, dazzling in strict white linen. He greeted my sister and hugged Laura with affection that made me feel a strange jealousy. Seeing them there, so affectionate, in front of my eyes, my two loves... I hadn't prepared myself, and even less for their sincere affection to be so evident. I got emotional, and my eyes welled up. A message sounded: the little one was arriving at the station.

"I'm going to pick up Pablo. Do you need anything from the village?"

"No, but don't be long..."

Laura winked at me, and I noticed a fierce blush colonizing my cheeks. I looked at her with fake anger while appreciating Álvaro's amused smile and left.

Pablo had also chosen white and was radiant. I noticed the pressure in my slip, but the loose pants I was wearing helped me disguise it. We returned home, and I noticed I was running more than necessary. I slowed down.

"I'm really embarrassed to meet your wife, Carlos; I don't know what face to put on... I was about to call and say I wasn't feeling well."

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