3 years later.

"Mama!" Aless yelled running into the bedroom holding something in his small hands.

'So much for sleeping.' I mumbled to myself as he tried to get onto the bed. I smiled at his efforts and went to lift him onto the bed, I sat upright and held him in my arms, I rested my chin on his curly head of hair and the scent of his coconut conditioner pleased me as I realized that Mariano indeed washed his hair when he bathed him this morning. He said he did but I wanted confirmation, is that wrong?

"What you got there, baby?" I asked Aless as my eyes glanced at the papers he held in his hand.

He shifted himself in my lap so that he was now facing me.

"Tickets." He said barely pronouncing the word and holding it up so I could see it. They were plane tickets, and just as I was about to take them from him Mariano walked into the room.

"Why does Lessy have plane tickets?" I questioned looking up at him.

He sat on the bed beside me and took Aless onto his lap and Lessy smiled up at his Dada, his words not mine.

"We're going on vacation." He said with a wide smile. Those four words had me overly excited! My eyes went wide with excitement and it took all that was in me not to jump on the bed, I always tell Aless not to do that so I can't be a hypocrite and do what I tell him not to.

I haven't had a break since the day Lessy was born, raising a child is not an easy task but it's worth it when you see them smile and do those silly little things that make you smile and that complete you. Knowing that my baby is happy is enough happiness to last me a lifetime.

Mariano's smile grew when he noticed how smiley Aless was while looking between his parents.

"So, where are we going?" I said bouncing up and down a little.

"Guess." He said and stood up with Aless in his arms and they both left the room.

About a minute later they returned with Aless wearing a rastafarian hat with fake locks in it and Mariano wearing a headband that says 'Jamaica' and waving the Jamaican flag in the air.

"Jamaica mon!" Aless said loudly, it was hilarious because he could barely say the word. I knew Mariano told him to say that but it didn't take away from how funny it was.

It was stereotypical for people to think that Jamaica and 'mon' and Jamaica and 'dread locks' correlated, and trust me I hated stereotypes but when your three years old son says something like that you can't help but laugh.

"We're going to Jamaica!?" I shouted and ran to my babies and kissed both of them.

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The airport has never been my favourite place, mostly because of the slow service and the fact that it's almost always packed. And the suitcases just add to the torture. But, luckily we were traveling privately. I say that as modest as possible.

"Dada, what is that?" Lessy asked as he pointed out the window. I couldn't see what he was pointing at since I was sitting on the other side reading a book. Mariano on the other hand was sitting right beside our son.

"That's a country called Cuba." Mariano informed him. The route that the pilot took required us to pass over Cuba, he said this was the easier way.

"Cuba?" Aless question as he continued to look through the window. "Cuba." He repeated, this time trying to get the proper pronunciation.

"Cuba." Mariano said to him in an attempt to get him to say the word correctly.

Aless completely ignored that last statement and instead of saying the word again,he continued with another question.

I smiled at this and he turned around to me.

"Mama, why aren't we there yet?" He asked, yeah sure baby, ask me the harder question.

"I don't know baby, maybe he's not flying fast enough." I used a term he would understand.

"Why isn't he flying fast enough, Dada?" He was now facing his father.

For the rest of the flight I was unable to finish reading my book as Aless engaged both his father and I in a conversation about why the pilot was not flying fast enough.

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4 hours later.

We landed in Jamaica a couple hours ago, but because we landed at the kingston airport and the hotel was in St. James we had to get a driver to take us from kingston to St. James, which took about 2 and a half hours. The driver informed us that before the highway was built it would usually take up to 4 hours and couple of minutes to get from kingston to St. James. He was speaking in standard English but from time to time his Jamaican creole or patois (patwa) as they called it would chip in and we would have to ask him to repeat.

When we arrived at the hotel Mariano checked in and got the room key, by this time it was after 4:00.

When Mariano came over to Aless and I, so did a hostess.

"Hello, Welcome to Hyatt Ziva, Rose Hall." She greeted with a genuine smile, "I hope you enjoy your stay here and in our island." She finished.

"Thank you." I said to her, I was also smiling and so was Mariano.

She looked down to Aless and her smile got wider, if that was possible.

"You are such an adorable little man!" She cooed stooping to his level, "what's your name?" She questioned.

"Alessandro Adalardi." Aless spoke smiling form ear to ear. He was not a shy little boy at all, he was a people person at his young age. He loves to socialize with people but he knows that he should ask his father or I if he can speak to certain strangers.

"That's a lovely name." She said.

"What is your name?" He pointed at her name tag and squinted his eyes a little. She smiled at his actions and then replied, "My name is Abigail."

"That's a lovely name." He repeated what she had said to him before with a cheeky grin, only when he said it it sounded different.

"Thank you, well" She stood upright and fixed her clothes,"I'd better get back to work, it was nice to meet you Alessandro Adalardi" She smiled at him, "And..." She looked at us realizing that she never got our names.

"Issy." I said shaking her hand.

"Mariano." He replied also shaking her hand.

"Nice to meet you two, if you need anything and see me around don't hesitate to ask." She assured us then walked away.

"She was nice." I spoke as we began to walk to our room with the bellhop infront of us pushing our luggage on a baggage cart.

"Yes, very hospitable." Said Mariano.

"Did you like her, Lessy?" I looked down at him just as he looked up at me and he smiled and nodded wildly.

I laughed at his action and shook my head in a comedic way.

When we got into our room the first thing I did was give Aless a shower and then I showered after. When we were all refreshed and ready, Mariano took up a map that he received and began to look for a restaurant so we could get something to eat.

"Dada, I want to go swimming." Aless said from the couch.

Mariano walked over to him and stooped infront of him.

"We have a whole week to go swimming, okay buddy? But now mama and dada are hungry and I know you are too." He poked his stomach and Aless began to squirm and laugh as Mariano's pokes turned into tickles.

The rest of the day was a good time. We went to dinner at a restaurant called 'choicez' on the compound and I enjoyed the conversation between Aless and Mariano about their favourite basketball team, then we decided to go for a walk around the compound, which had to be cut short because this place was huge and our legs could only carry us thus far, but the good news is we found a kids concert that was taking place and Aless enjoyed himself learning how to speak in Jamaican creole, yes just what I need, a son who knows three languages, and he was trying to sing along to the reggae music that they sang.

At one point he was dancing with the cutest little girl, she was older though and Mariano being the father that he is commented saying, "That's my boy! Older is the way to go." I just had to roll my eyes.

By 8:00 Aless was passed out on my lap and we carried him back to the room and put him to bed.

Now, Mariano and I are sitting in the couch watching a movie that was airing on the television, making sure the volume wasn't too loud to wake Lessy up. We were wrapped in each other's arms with a blanket covering us as our son was spread across the huge king sized bed in a deep sleep. I had to put the pillows around him just incase he Bagan to roll around.

I tilted my head a little to look at Mariano who was already looking at me, instead of the TV.

"I love you, baby." He said kissing the top of my head.

"I love you too." I cuddled up more to him and we layed there watching TV until we fell asleep.

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