Moreno's (Moreno Brothers Series) - Elizabeth Reyes Page 0,90
renewing her lease once it was up and that she’d be fine. A few years later, when one of her aunts lost her husband, her mother moved back to Mexico to help her raise her children.
The only reason Isabella and Alejandro had waited even the three months they had to get married was because Alejandro was adamant about giving her that princess wedding she’d always dreamed of—one that would rival her quinceañera—and they needed time to plan it. Though after just two months of planning, they had to speed things up before she’d been forced to wear a maternity wedding dress. Just like that, just three months after their reunion, they’d been married in a big beautiful wedding with their first child on the way.
Life couldn’t have been better, and it almost felt worth all the years they’d been forced to be apart. Alejandro had been right about Cido. With assault charges added to his already mounting legal problems, Cido and Octavio fled the country. They were both considered felons on the run, and if either so much as stepped foot into the country again and got caught, they’d go straight to prison and do heavy time. Even their dream team of lawyers couldn’t help them now.
It’d been almost six years since they fled, and Alejandro and Isabella had been married, and they hadn’t heard a word about or from them since. Alejandro’s dad was certain they’d taken their dirty money and opened up a restaurant under assumed names in Mexico. Alejandro had been annoyed that they hadn’t been able to nail them. But all Isabella cared about now was that they never see them again. As long as it’d been, and as much time as they could potentially be slapped with, she was certain they’d never take their chances and come back into the US.
Now Isabella stood there, watching as the moving truck pulled in backwards into the driveway of their beautiful new home at the end of the cul-de-sac in one of La Jolla’s newest and most upscale neighborhoods. Alejandro and his father’s dream of owning a successful restaurant had really taken off. They’d since expanded what started off as a small taco place to what was slowly transforming into a very profitable swankier Mexican restaurant.
“Chava, mijo, ven aqui.”
Isabella held her hand out to Sal, her five-year-old and oldest, before he ran out into the street as he appeared to be readying himself to do. “Stand here with your brothers.” She turned to her three-year-old who was climbing into the wagon with her two-year old. “Alex, be careful you don’t step on Angel, hijo.”
Angel whined as Alex plopped down carelessly next to him, making Isabella shake her head in disapproval. As usual, Alex, the little brute, had been anything but careful. She turned to Alejandro, who got out of the truck and walked over to her with a big smile. Sofia, their baby who Isabella held in her arms, was instantly reaching out to him.
“Come here, princesa.” Taking the baby in his arms, Alejandro leaned in and kissed Isabella. “That’s all of it. That place is cleaned out, and I turned the keys into the landlord. This is officially our new home.”
They both turned to look up at their home. It was literally their new home. They’d been paying month to month at their rental for months because they’d been out of their lease for a while. But they’d had to wait for the neighborhood and their home to finish being built. Finally given the go-ahead, they’d started moving in just a week ago.
Alejandro laughed, walking toward their open three-car garage where he’d backed up the truck. “Never say never, Isa.”
Sal followed his father as Isabella pulled the wagon with Alex and Angel toward the garage as well. Maybe it was all the times Isabella had moved before she hadn’t had much to pack. But after six years of accumulating furniture and dealing with four children while trying to pack everything and get it moved, Isabella was exhausted and over it. She meant it. The five-bedroom house was perfect for their family. They’d originally planned on stopping at three kids, despite not having gotten a girl even after the third try. Now that she’d accidently gotten pregnant a fourth time and especially because they’d been overjoyed to finally get their princesa, Isabella knew for sure they were done.