Page 83 of My Fake Mafia Daddy


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Constantine lets out a laugh. "Areyousaying what I think you're saying, boy?" He pecks my lips. "Did you answer in the affirmative?"

I love how we're communicating without having to say a thing. But that's what happens when you meet your soulmate. You live on the same wavelength, so stupid human communication isn't even necessary.

It's like how the aliens in the sky talk. They transmit their thoughts with their hearts, too.

Tears well in my eyes. "Yes, Daddy. The answer is yes. I want to be with you until the end of time."

Constantine lets out a laugh as he heaves me into his arms. "Let's have breakfast, boy. I've got a heart-shaped waffle with your name on it."

I'm as happy as a clam as Constantine leads me into the kitchen for breakfast. He plugs in the heart-shaped waffle iron and whips me up an amazing batch of waffles. I help Constantine with the task, cracking three eggs, mixing the batter.

As we cook together, I can't help but look at my left hand and imagine my ring. Constantine wants to marry me.

I don't think I could be happier if I tried.

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