Not that it wasn’t real the first time. It was real. It was my honeymoon, in the beautiful Riviera Maya. The problem was this: just over one month had passed since our wedding, and as we were flying somewhere over Northern Mexico I started to feel nauseous. This was sudden and unexpected, and since I was seated directly in the middle of the plane it was pretty clear that I was not going to make it the bathroom.
I didn’t make it to the bathroom. Twice.
Lying there on that bed on the beach, I felt like the sand was going to swallow me up, and I was in disbelief for what this meant. In an instant our lives were about to change and all we really wanted to do was relax on that beach and drink pina coladas. But we were coming to the realization that we were about to be parents for the first time.
Then and there Khary promised me a second honeymoon.
We now have two girls and there is no beach in our near future.
A second honeymoon. Seven days away from our girls. Heaven. Seven days away from our girls. Hell.
Isn’t that the definition of lust?
This is the fourth installment in the Five for Ten series by Momalom. The topic is Lust.