“I bought you the painting. The dance. They were us, they are us. I knew when I looked at it again months after you left me, I loved you like no other.”
She moves up my body and kisses my cheek, her tummy pressing into my side and I run my hand over her belly, marveling at the life we created together.
“I’m tired, Alex. Can we finish this tomorrow?”
“Of course, sleep, love. I’ve got you.” I kiss her forehead and she settles in.
I turn the light off, rubbing her back in small circles.
“Good night, Mrs. Russo.” I kiss her cheek again.
She rubs her hand on my chest.
“Good night, husband.” It’s a start and I'll take it.
~ ~ ~
Six Months later
I come through the front door and go straight to my office, to drop off my briefcase, I undo my tie chucking it on the desk as I drop the briefcase on top. I hang my suit jacket on the back of my chair, and head to my favorite place in all the world.
Isabella handed me her seat at the table. She doesn’t want anything to do with the business side of things. She just wanted to make it right and give back the money, asking if she could hand it all over to me. We voted and the rest of the Organization agreed with her decision. They respected her and wanted her on the board, but understood her reluctance. She has more important things she wants to do and I will give my bunny anything she wants.
We took our time, we talked everything through, made each other laugh, and finally threw away the rules, because let's face it, I couldn’t resist her if I tried, and I did try. She finally agreed to move back in after a few months, before the baby was born. We were sick and tired of running over to each other's houses in the middle of the night and never wanted to say good night unless she was in my arms.
I stop at the sound that makes my life complete.
“Angelo Amato R-r-russo!”
Isabella roll’s her R’s in that sexy Italian way and my little onegiggles. I stand with my shoulder resting on the door frame looking at the loves of life playing on the floor in the living library we made. Isabella picks up Angelo and rubs his tummy with her nose as she hoists him in the air.
“Angelo Amato R-r-r-usso!”
She brings his tummy down to her nose and nuzzles his tummy. He pulls her hair as he giggles and my heart bursts inside my chest.
Mine, always and forever.
The End
