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“That won’t happen,” I say, sitting on the side of the bed and brushing Dante’s hair back gently, red nails getting lost in the dark hue. His eyes drift shut, whether from the feeling of my hands on him or from the meds working their way through his system, I have no idea.
“And if it does?” he asks, eyes still closed.
I stay silent, watching him, continuing to run my fingers through his hair and marveling at how lucky we are.
At how it’s all over.
It’s all behind us now.
And how a beautiful future full of so much hope and potential and happiness lies before us.
He opens his eyes then narrows them, looking at me.
“Delilah.”
“If it happens for some strange reason . . . I may have taken a few pages out of her and my mom’s books.” His lips tip up just a hair.
“You have something on her, don’t you? Even the scales?” I smile and shrug my shoulders.
“Who knows. Hopefully, it will never come to that.” His smile widens and the hand of his good arm moves up, grazing the skin of my arm then landing at the base my neck and tangling in the hair there.
“So fuckin’ smart, my wife.”
“Keep that in mind if you ever try to fuck me over.”
“I would never,” he says then pulls me down, pressing his lips to mine.
I know now that we’re going to have that beautiful life he promised me.
I know now my words all those years ago were true, that somehow, even then, I knew.
Life is beautiful if you let it be.
He scoots over, making room on the tiny hospital room bed, tugging me until I lie next to him even though I know the nurse is going to give him shit for it when she sees me here.
Whatever.
“So, what’s next?” I ask what feels like hours later, using my hand to brush his hair to the side. He’s still pale but gaining color, and I’m pretty sure we’ll get the okay to go home tomorrow.
If not, I think Dante might force me to break him out of here.
“Next?”
“Well. You’re Don. That’s . . . done.”
“And you’re Donna.” I smile at him.
“I am, aren’t I?”
He smiles and I can’t resist pressing my lips to his again.
“My queen,” he whispers against them.
“I just want to be yours.”
“That was always a given, fiorella. You had no choice in the world but to be mine.” I sigh, love and happiness and comfort filling my veins in a way I haven’t let happen since those days in the cabin.
“So, what do we do next? Family meeting? Meeting with the Russos? Dismantle the patriarchy?” He laughs, the sound jerking his body and causing a hiss of pain.
