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have two years ago.” He stroked her cheek. “Will you give me a chance?”
After a hesitation, Molly nodded. “Do you mind if I sleep with you tonight?”
He shook his head. “I want you to sleep with me every night for the rest of my life, and not just sex. I want to fall asleep with you in my arms and wake up with you still there, right where you belong.”
Molly took the hand he extended after he got to his feet, following him into the bedroom. She still had her reservations, but her heart had softened toward him. A future with Aronne seemed entirely possible.
In the bedroom, he took his time stripping off her sundress, and she spent a leisurely chunk exploring him as she removed his clothes. When they were naked together, it felt like their emotions were equally laid bare. As Molly kissed him, she swore she could feel his love in every touch of his mouth to hers, every stroke of his hands across her flesh.
She cried out with need when he massaged her breasts before cupping her buttocks to lift her in his arms. Molly wrapped her legs around him and held tightly to her husband as he carried her to the bed. Somehow, they stayed entwined as he lowered her to the soft quilt.
Their gazes remained fixed on each other as he angled her hips to enter her. Molly could feel every inch of his flesh filling her, but it didn’t compare with how full her heart suddenly felt. As they moved together as one, she couldn’t help noticing how in synch they were. Imagining every aspect of their life being like that made her shiver with yearning.
Still staring at each other, Molly could see the exact moment when he started to come. His release triggered her own, and they found satisfaction together. Meeting and joining so intimately seemed prophetic as they held each other, lost in the blissful aftermath of such powerful lovemaking.
Epilogue
Molly collapsed into Aronne’s arms as their second child entered the world. The little boy’s scream matched four-year-old Cara’s shrill sounds of excitement as she ran through the house, shouting, “He’s here,” for the family members waiting in the salon downstairs.
“He’s beautiful.” Aronne kissed her forehead as the midwife passed over their son into her waiting arms. “Thank you, il mio amore .”
She smiled, still too tired to manage a conversation. Instead, she focused on her beautiful new son, pleased she had decided to brave pregnancy again. This time around, it had been a breeze, and her homebirth had gone as smoothly as silk. Molly wasn’t ready just yet for number-three, but she could see considering the idea in the near future.
“He looks like you.”
She nodded, finding the infant looked a lot more like her than he did Aronne as she put him to her breast to help him latch on. It was only fair, since Cara had turned into a mini-me of her father. “He still needs a name.”
“How did you pick Cara’s?”
Molly turned her head to meet his gaze. “I was under the influence of endorphins and oxytocin. I swear it made me sentimental, so I called her the only endearment you’d ever used with me.”
His face softened, and his eyes looked moist. “I don’t deserve you.”
“Probably not,” she agreed lightly, “But you’re stuck with me.”
“I wouldn’t have it any other way, cara.” He kissed her gently on the lips, dislodging the baby from her nipple. He squawked in protest. “I see I’ll have to wait my turn, il mio amore .” His expression turned serious. “I love you more than anything.”
“Not as much as I love you,” she teased gently, before angling for a deeper kiss, one that kept the baby at her breast. “But he still needs a name. I was thinking Enzio?”
His eyes widened. “For my grandfather?”
She nodded.
Aronne caressed the top of Enzio’s head. “I would be honored.” He brought her hand to his mouth to kiss it. “What
After a hesitation, Molly nodded. “Do you mind if I sleep with you tonight?”
He shook his head. “I want you to sleep with me every night for the rest of my life, and not just sex. I want to fall asleep with you in my arms and wake up with you still there, right where you belong.”
Molly took the hand he extended after he got to his feet, following him into the bedroom. She still had her reservations, but her heart had softened toward him. A future with Aronne seemed entirely possible.
In the bedroom, he took his time stripping off her sundress, and she spent a leisurely chunk exploring him as she removed his clothes. When they were naked together, it felt like their emotions were equally laid bare. As Molly kissed him, she swore she could feel his love in every touch of his mouth to hers, every stroke of his hands across her flesh.
She cried out with need when he massaged her breasts before cupping her buttocks to lift her in his arms. Molly wrapped her legs around him and held tightly to her husband as he carried her to the bed. Somehow, they stayed entwined as he lowered her to the soft quilt.
Their gazes remained fixed on each other as he angled her hips to enter her. Molly could feel every inch of his flesh filling her, but it didn’t compare with how full her heart suddenly felt. As they moved together as one, she couldn’t help noticing how in synch they were. Imagining every aspect of their life being like that made her shiver with yearning.
Still staring at each other, Molly could see the exact moment when he started to come. His release triggered her own, and they found satisfaction together. Meeting and joining so intimately seemed prophetic as they held each other, lost in the blissful aftermath of such powerful lovemaking.
Epilogue
Molly collapsed into Aronne’s arms as their second child entered the world. The little boy’s scream matched four-year-old Cara’s shrill sounds of excitement as she ran through the house, shouting, “He’s here,” for the family members waiting in the salon downstairs.
“He’s beautiful.” Aronne kissed her forehead as the midwife passed over their son into her waiting arms. “Thank you, il mio amore .”
She smiled, still too tired to manage a conversation. Instead, she focused on her beautiful new son, pleased she had decided to brave pregnancy again. This time around, it had been a breeze, and her homebirth had gone as smoothly as silk. Molly wasn’t ready just yet for number-three, but she could see considering the idea in the near future.
“He looks like you.”
She nodded, finding the infant looked a lot more like her than he did Aronne as she put him to her breast to help him latch on. It was only fair, since Cara had turned into a mini-me of her father. “He still needs a name.”
“How did you pick Cara’s?”
Molly turned her head to meet his gaze. “I was under the influence of endorphins and oxytocin. I swear it made me sentimental, so I called her the only endearment you’d ever used with me.”
His face softened, and his eyes looked moist. “I don’t deserve you.”
“Probably not,” she agreed lightly, “But you’re stuck with me.”
“I wouldn’t have it any other way, cara.” He kissed her gently on the lips, dislodging the baby from her nipple. He squawked in protest. “I see I’ll have to wait my turn, il mio amore .” His expression turned serious. “I love you more than anything.”
“Not as much as I love you,” she teased gently, before angling for a deeper kiss, one that kept the baby at her breast. “But he still needs a name. I was thinking Enzio?”
His eyes widened. “For my grandfather?”
She nodded.
Aronne caressed the top of Enzio’s head. “I would be honored.” He brought her hand to his mouth to kiss it. “What
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