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“I love you, Marco De Vico,” I whisper, his fingers pressing into my scalp before they rub soothing circles, a content sigh leaving my lips.
“And I love you, Mrs. De Vico. Until my very last breath, probably even past then,” he says before he kisses my forehead.
My heart thumps wildly in my chest at his words, as if it’s trying to reach out and find his so that they can beat together. I press my nose into his chest, breathing him in as I close my eyes and savor this moment for all it’s worth. I think back on all of our struggles, of our strange meeting and our hard times and even though we’ve had a lot of ugly moments, I can’t help but smile. I can’t help but realize that no matter what has happened or will happen between us, my heart will always beat for him. I will always want to breathe his air. I will always want to be by his side, to learn more about him even more over time. I will always want this man, despite his view of himself or of the world. I will want him forever and thankfully, that’s what I have.
I have him, my beautiful, fierce loving man. I have him forever. And that’s more than enough for me.
EPILOGUE
Marco, Three months later
“Jesus Christ, what a day that was,” I say as I lean back in the driver's seat of my Maserati.
The leather squeaks loudly against the fabric of my suit and I have to rub my eyes to try and stay awake after a long and grueling day. Not only have I traveled to and from New Jersey today, but I’ve also made three trade deals and taken in one large shipment that has totaled over nearly four million dollars in contraband. I have met with the Saracino boys, several of my clients and also purchased a small warehouse in the outskirts of Jersey to help with storage. Needless to say, I’m completely wiped out by the time I park the car in our driveway.
It’s nearly midnight and I expect to find my wife sleeping in bed when I walk quietly inside the house, but am shocked when I see her messing with one of her cameras while perched on the new red couch in the main room of the mansion. She’s spent a wide amount of her time redecorating the place, breathing life into it and adding splashes of color so that it feels more like home. I’ve loved watching her become this domestic goddess, it makes me hot for some reason. I get even more pleased when I watch her relax after working her ass of all day. She works from home now for her old marketing firm, juggling new photography clients with that as well. I don’t know how she manages to find the time or drive for all of this, but she does. And it amazes me day in and day out.
“Hi, how was your day?” She asks when she hears me walk in, her hazel eyes bright when they finally land on me, her wild hair cascading around her as she sits in one of her silk nighties.
The woman is a modern-day Aphrodite and I swear, I will never tire of looking at her.
“Long. And I missed you,” I say as I undo my tie and discard my jacket on one of the armchairs, making my way towards her on the large couch.
When I stop, she looks up at me, her slender neck pale in the moonlight of the window, begging for me to kiss it.Her eyes have a sparkle in them and I want to drop to my knees right now and worship her, but when I go to bend down, she stops me.
“I have a surprise for you,” she says, standing on her toes to place a soft and quick kiss to my lips before pulling back with a smile.
“Is it under this?” I ask, my finger lifting her nightdress up her thigh.
She bites her lip, desire coloring her skin with the sweetest blush.
“No, it’s in our bathroom,” she says against my lips, grabbing my hand and pulling me from the living room and to the staircase, her ass swaying as she walks.
My cock hardens in my trousers and as much as I want to stop her and pin her against the wall right now, I resist. Lori loves giving me surprises and honestly with the three months of our marriage, I fucking love getting them. They’re different every time. Sometimes, it’s a newly framed photo that she’s taken recently. Sometimes, it’s a home cooked meal that I can’t help but devour because the woman is almost as good in the kitchen as she is in bed. And sometimes, it’s a new set of lingerie that she has me peel from her soft body while laying on our bed.
She walks me up the grand staircase, her hand wrapped in mine as she pulls me to our bedroom which has also been redecorated. The marble floors are now donned with designer, plush rugs, matching throw blankets on the couches. There are vases of flowers on each table, freshly picked each day from the garden like my mother used to do. She’s added a bookcase filled with my favorites and framed photos of us, blown up portraits of hernature in the parkseries lining our walls. She’s made this place ours and not her own, adding splashes of the both of us and making it the perfect place to call home.
“Go look on the counter,” she says, stopping at the bathroom door as I tilt my head and stare at the marble, his and hers sink on the back wall of the bathroom.
I step inside, my Italian shoes clicking on the marble floor as I walk past the tub, my eyes taking in a series of small, white sticks that line the counters. When I get closer, I realize that they are pregnancy tests. Five of them to be exact.
“I took as many as I could to make sure I got an accurate reading. I haven’t been feeling well, so I figured that would be a smart thing to do. I don’t know what they say, I wanted you to be the one to tell me. It might not even mean anything, but I wanted to try—”
“Lorena,” I whisper, staring at the tests that read several pink plus signs, confirming the life that is now growing inside of her womb, a life that we createdtogether.
“Please tell me I’m not crazy,” her hands cradle her small stomach in the mirror, a smile stretching my lips as I blink back tears.
“You’re not crazy, baby. You’re just pregnant. Insanely fucking pregnant,” I say and a cry slips past her lips before one of her hands goes to rest over her mouth, a series of emotion-filled giggles leaving her chest and echoing in the room.
I got to her then, dropping the tests in the sink before I pull her into my arms and spin her slowly, my lips finding hers and latching on. She clings to me, laughing into our kiss as my heart nearly bursts from my chest. I never imagine being a father until this woman. And honestly for the last three months, several moments have passed where I have imagined her stomach swollen from carrying my child, each thought bringing out a new side of me. I want nothing more than to raise a human with her, to watch her completely excel at being a mother like she excels at everything else in life. I know she’ll be great at it, great enough to even shape me into a good father. I hope it’s a girl and I hope she’s just like her.
“Tell me what you’re thinking,” she says against my lips as I walk her into our bedroom and sit her down on the bed, the moon glowing through the large window.
“I’m thinking that I’d like to start making more babies. Right now.” Kissing her throat, I pull the silk straps of her night dress down her shoulders, sliding it off her body before I lay her back on our bed, her naked skin calling me.
She laughs then, her breasts swaying as she does. “You can’t get me pregnant while I’m pregnant, Marco. That’s impossible,” she says, sighing when I go to my knees and bite her thigh, my lips traveling up to her sweet pussy.
“Oh, baby,” I say against her wet flesh. “That doesn’t mean that I won’t try,” I kiss her pussy, her soft moans filing our bedroom before they wrap themselves around my heart.
