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Epilogue One
VIOLETTA
“That’s where you’re wrong, I never and will never put those ears on in my life.”
– (Luca Donatello) Morphine
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“Xavier, stop!” I protest, out of breath.
He continues to tickle me.
“Never! You did not just callThe Simpsonsboring!” His tone comes out as if he’s offended, when in reality, he’s actually messing with me.
“We’ve watched it forty-five million times. It’s getting predictable,” I tell him as tears leave my eyes and giggles echo in the living room to our second beach house in Brazil.
We’ve been together for a year.
Six months in, we decided to move in together. It was abrupt, but we practically already did. He’s always with me on the road and when I don’t have any tournaments, we travel during the year. We alternate between our house in Acapulco and Rio de Janeiro.
I bought back my Acapulco beach house from Ale with the money I won at Wimbledon. It was fulfilling being able to buy my childhood beach home with my own money.
It’s officially mine, not my parents’.
Lena still lives in Sao Paulo, and we make sure to fly over to visit her during the year and on holidays. Cleo and Chanel come with us most of the time when they can.
Xavier sometimes leaves me for a few days because of his new gig as a Formula One presenter. He’s not on the road constantly, but he does five races a year.
I knew he wasn’t going to be able to stay away for too long.
Plus, Xavier speaking over a Formula One race is exciting and hilarious. He just says what’s on his mind, which has made ratings skyrocket.
“Please.” My eyes are watery. I can barely speak due to the laughter he sets off.
“Fine, but only because my siblings are coming in thirty minutes.” He stops his assault and I can finally breathe.
“Thank you,” I exclaim happily and he smiles in my direction, pulling me into his arms.
He nuzzles his head into the crook of my neck; I accept his affection with open arms. I’ve noticed his love language is physical touch and mine is words of affirmation.
Both of the two mix together perfectly and I couldn’t be happier because both of us are willing to give the other what each of us needs.
“I love feeling domestic with you,” he mumbles into my neck.
I smile. “Me too,” I reply. “Are you nervous?” I ask.
This is the first time Xavier has ever talked to his siblings face to face. After our time apart last July, his biological father asked one final thing from him. Xavier was hesitant at first, but then he realized that his siblings are not just a part of his biological father, they are Xavier’s blood.
I told him to take his time, and that he could see them when he was ready.
It’s taken him a full year to call them and all of them replied happily to his invitation.
“Yes and no. I’m nervous because I don’t want them to be assholes like their father. But at the same time, no, because I’m expecting the worst.” He cuddles into me deeper, sticking to me like glue.
“That makes sense, but I don’t think you need to worry,” I tell him, knowing this might be the day that changes his life. Siblings can be annoying, but they also are the best thing that can happen to a person. Especially to a person like Xavier, who has lacked the love from a family for so long.
He deserves this.
