"But it's a nice cake, don't you think?" Alexis pleaded.

I nodded and sucked my teeth. "I'll give this one to you, Alexis. But I get to choose the Christmas tree, and we are going to have snow on this part of the beach."

He nodded and swooped in to kiss me happily.

Alexis did not look the same as he had when we had first arrived. He wore jeans because they weren't as easily destroyed when he was working the farm. His hair was longer, falling over his shoulders. ...