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Epilogue
Sophia
Almost 3 years later
“Cara mia.” I look up from my computer when I hear Nick’s voice. I’ve been perched on the top of his desk even though I have an office of my own. I enjoy working in his space when he’s away. It’s close to the front of the house. I can normally hear people come and go, but I must have zoned out while working on the latest article for my blog.
Our cat, Fredo, jumps from the desk and winds around my husband’s legs.
He leans down and strokes his head. “Why is there a dead chipmunk on the front steps?”
Fredo purrs.
Nick grins, his deadly humor on display. “I know it was you, Fredo.”
“Is that the only pussy you missed?” I bite my lip as my salty language hits him.
He looks up at me, fire in his eyes. I smile and push off the desk to greet him. He shrugs off his suit jacket, tossing it away before I get to him. He lifts me, my feet dangling as he kisses me. I’ve missed him. His mouth on me always reminds me of being home. When he’s away, our house doesn’t feel the same.
“What have you been up to?” I ask but kiss him again before he can respond.
He smiles against my lips. “Out checking on things. The normal. But I missed you. I always do when I’m away. How has your day been, my queen?”
I laugh in his hold. Nick hates being away from me, and every single time he acts as though it’s been days instead of mere hours that we were apart.
Glancing up at the bedroom overhead, I say, “I got Nikolai down for his nap and have been working on a new blog post.”
“I brought you something, but it can wait until you are done if you wish.” He places me back down on my feet. His hand comes to my belly where he rubs the small bump that is our baby girl.
I’m barely in my second trimester, but technology is crazy these days, and they’ve already told us we’re having a little girl. When they gave us the news, it was one of the only times I saw fear in my husband’s eyes. He’s going to be so overprotective. I’ll have to make sure we balance out, but we always do. Each of us have an equal say in how our home is run. It took me some time to get used to that, but now I don’t know how anyone lives without it. Nick asking and respecting my opinions only makes me love him more. He is what a man truly should be--soft with me, hard with anyone who crosses me.
I wave my hand toward the computer. “All this can wait. What did you get me?” I wiggle around to try and see past him. Gio is standing at the front door, which is still open to the bright day.
Nick smiles indulgently. “I thought it would be easier to bring the choices here. You said you wanted to get Marco a car for his eighteenth birthday.”
“Did you bring a dealership here?” I laugh. When his face doesn't change, I know I hit the nail on the head. “How many cars do you have out there?” I raise an eyebrow at him.
“Six.” He wraps an arm around me, pulling me close. “You choose quickly, and maybe I’ll have time to eat your sweet pussy before our little one wakes up and steals you from me.”
I roll my eyes. Nick is having his own inner battle with the whole breastfeeding thing. He wants me to do it, but he also hates that I can never stray too far away from the baby. I loathe that stupid breast pump thing. But there’s only one more month to go, and I’ll be finished. Well, until our daughter comes, and we start all over again. But I’ll never complain about anything I have. The road to get here wasn’t always easy, but Nick changed my direction and my life. I’m thankful every day for all that he has given me and the love we share.
He leads me outside where there are indeed six brand new vehicles parked. I know nothing about cars. I want Marco to have something nice but safe. He’s been doing so well in school. I don’t think graduation would be on his radar if Nick hadn’t come along. Now, Marco’s always talking about college. I almost dropped my fork the other night when he said pre-law was something he was considering. His words had given me so much pride.
Another man in a suit stands by the center car. I’m guessing he’s the car salesman, because I don't recognize him, and I know everyone that comes and goes. Nick starts telling me about the cars and SUVs one by one.
“This has the best safety rating?” I turn to look at the salesman. “Out of all of them?” They all are beautiful cars, honestly. But I’m sure if Marco were here, he’d likely want a sports car.
The man doesn’t respond to me, but turns to Nick. “This one has bulletproof glass.” He knocks on the window of the Mercedes. I think it’s called a G-wagon.
“Look to my wife when she asks you a question. Not me,” Nick snaps.
The man's eyes flick back to mine before they go to the ground. I don’t have to look to my Nick to know he’s pissed. He hates when I’m talking but people look at him to respond and speak for me. I place my hand on his, knowing my touch will calm him. The salesman isn’t from our world. There’s been enough blood spilled on this front lawn, and the gardener was just here this morning to do our landscaping.
“Thank you, but that will be all.” I turn, heading back into the house.
“You heard my wife. Leave,” Nick says, motioning for them to be gone.
“I meant no disrespect, Mr. Davinci,” the man stutters.
