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Four Years Later

"Do you want something else to eat?" I ask, filling up my own plate with food.

I see the moment Isabella glances at the meal choices with hunger before shaking her head.

"No. I'll just have a Caesar salad."

Sighing. I fill up her plate with some small meal choices and place it in front of her.

"Eat something, princess. You know you're hungry."

With a look at me, she begins cutting into the food slowly.

"Who even put this terrible idea into your head?" I ask, unable to stop myself.

"Tania from my birthing classes," she replies. "She said that by now I should have snapped back already."

Annoyed, I wish I could give that Tania a piece of my mind.

"Princess, you gave birth four months ago. It took your body longer to create a child, why do you think you need to snap back in four months?"

Our daughter is sleeping peacefully in her crib after being breastfed and the woman that gave me this beautiful family doesn't deserve to feel bad for even a second.

She eats quietly and I put two fingers underneath her chin to bring her face to mine.

"Do you remember how we celebrated every change, every stretch mark during your pregnancy? Let's do the same for your postpartum, okay?"

She nods, smiling. "Okay. I love you so much."

"I love you too."

I love her and I love the life she has given me. Three years ago, I proposed to the love of my life and she said yes.

Our daughter, Michelle, was born four months ago and she's an absolute sweetheart. Isabella returned to work last month, in order to keep the job she’s worked so hard for. She loves teaching and I couldn’t imagine her not. I can’t wait to see what new things she’ll be teaching our daughter as she grows.

I’m so blessed; everything has been perfect and I'm forever grateful for how our life turned out.

It’s crazy that four years have passed since the leader of the Black Jaguar Mafia tried to steal Isabella from me, and only spare her life if I stood down as mafia leader. After they realized we knew that they were trying to frame the Black Heart Mafia, they really were grabbing at straws. Well, they certainly drew the short one. He was a pretty dumb fuck … so dumb, in fact, that he ended up pissing many people off and, well, eventually pissed off the wrong people which resulted in his untimely death. They say only half his body was found floating down the Chicago River …

"I'm done," she says, grinning.

"So fast?"

She nods, leaning in to kiss me.

"I'll be in the bedroom," she mouths before walking off, her hips swaying.

I don't need to be told twice to know what’s going on, but I'm still as hesitant as I was when she first propositioned me two weeks ago.

I’d been present for Michelle's birth and when the doctor mentioned she needed six weeks to recover, I thought he was being ridiculous.

I mean, she brought that baby out of her. She needed nothing less than several months to recover. Imagine my surprise when my wife told me she wants to have sex!

Sure, the doctor has said she is perfectly healed—yes, I insisted on going for a checkup—but I'm still hesitant.

"Okay. There's no need to run away," I say out loud.

I head to the room and as soon as I walk in, I'm greeted by a sight that has my cock roaring to full attention.

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