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Enrico blinks back his tears, and I smile softly. He’s the most sentimental man I have ever known, and most definitely a far cry from the hardened mafia boss that everybody else knows.
I get the best of him.
His undying love and everything we have been through together has all been worth it to get to where we are right now.
To where we are supposed to be.
This isn’t how we planned to do things, but we’ve learnt that no matter what happens in the world, us being together is all that matters.
It’s important to him that we be married before the baby arrives. Today is our beach wedding. We will have a Catholic ceremony in The Pantheon when we get home to Italy.
Our sacred place.
“To have and to hold, in sickness and in health, for as long as you both shall live?”
Enrico gives me a broad, beautiful smile, and I melt. “I will.” He slowly slides the gold band onto my finger, and it’s my turn to blink back the tears.
“And do you, Olivia Reynolds, take Enrico Ferrara to be your lawful wedded husband?”
Enrico gives me a sexy wink, and I giggle despite my tears.
“To have and to hold, in sickness and in health, for as long as you both shall live?”
“I will.” I slide the thick gold band onto Enrico’s finger, and he smiles proudly.
“You may kiss your bride.”
We both laugh. Enrico leans in and softly kisses me. It’s full of emotion, love, and hope.
It’s perfect.
Just like him.
My love, my life, my Italian.
Two years later
The sound of the music floats through the air. I look around for my family. We are at a local fête. Or as we call it here… a carnival.
People are dancing in colorful costumes, and there are food stalls everywhere. The air is filled with laughter; so much laughter.
I see a little head bopping around up ahead, and I smile.
Enrico is standing and talking to three of his friends. Our son is high on his shoulders.
Romeo is two now, and he’s the spitting image of his father with big brown eyes, and dark hair full of curls. He’s also as smart as a whip and as cheeky as hell.
I stand and watch them for a while. Enrico has a hold of Romeo’s legs, and Romeo is laughing and dancing with another little boy who sits on his father’s shoulders while the men talk.
The other man says something, and Enrico throws his head back and laughs out loud. Romeo reaches down and pulls his hair.
Enrico winces in pain.
I laugh. This child is mischievous. He’s also the absolute apple of his father’s eye.
Enrico adores him.
I’m pregnant again—six months now—and healthy and happy.
