Epilogue
Five years later
L oud laughter echoes through the house as we gather around the dinner table, plates scattered with the remnants of Rosa’s delicious lasagna.
I still don’t know how to cook. I’ve tried to learn since, well, I’m a mother now, but the kids—brutally honest, those ones—much prefer Rosa’s cooking.
They love my baking, though, and won’t stop gushing to me about how they’ve made lots of friends in their kindergarten because I keep sending sweet treats for the whole class. Some of the mothers even come to my bakery, referred by my kids' teacher.
The dining room feels warm, alive, and filled with a kind of contentment I could never have imagined five years ago. Dario sits across from me, his eyes crinkling with amusement as he watches Nicolas, one of the twins, trying to tell a joke he’s told a million times.
“Why don’t eggs tell jokes?” Nico asks, barely able to contain his giggles as he waits for the punchline.
His twin, Sofia, rolls her eyes, trying to hide the soft smile tugging at her lips. She’s quieter, more thoughtful, and already too smart for her age. “Because they’ll crack each other up,” she answers dryly, beating Nico to it.
Nico’s laugh erupts before he can even finish the joke himself. His loud, infectious giggles bounce off the walls, filling every corner of the room with joy. He’s always been the loud one, full of energy and mischief, a complete contrast to Sofia, who watches the world with careful, observant eyes.
Dario shakes his head, grinning as he wipes his mouth with a napkin. “That’s the third time today, Nico. I think you need some new material, buddy.”
Nico pouts, but the mischief gleaming in his eyes shows he’s already planning his next joke. “But it’s funny, Daddy!” he insists, his mouth full of lasagna.
Sofia rolls her eyes again but doesn’t say anything, and I can’t help but chuckle at the way she mirrors Dario’s calm demeanor, while Nico’s wild energy seems to come from...well, me, I think.
Rosa walks into the dining room with that familiar motherly smile on her face. She’s been a constant in our lives, and after all these years, I think she loves our children just as much as we do.
“It’s a good joke, Nico,” she says kindly, ruffling his dark curls before collecting the empty plates. “But tomorrow, I expect a new one.”
Nico beams up at her. “You’ve got it, Rosa!”
As we finish up, Dario stands and stretches, reaching for Sofia and Nico’s hands. “All right, bedtime, you two.”
Nico groans dramatically, throwing his head back. “Nooooo, I’m not tired!”
Sofia just stands, already making her way toward the stairs. “Come on, Nico. We have school tomorrow,” she says sensibly, her voice soft but firm.
Dario and I exchange a glance—amusement mixed with pride. Our family may not be perfect, but it’s ours, and I wouldn’t trade this life for anything in the world.
Upstairs, the night settles into a usual yet chaotic rhythm. We’ve fallen into a routine. Dario tucks Sofia into bed first. She’s already half asleep by the time her head hits the pillow. I watch from the doorway, my heart swelling as Dario brushes a kiss on her forehead.
“Goodnight, sweetheart,” he whispers.
She blinks up at him, her dark lashes fluttering, and offers him the smallest, softest smile. “Goodnight, Daddy.”
In the other room, I struggle to get Nico into bed. He’s bouncing off the walls, still full of energy despite it being late. “Come on, buddy,” I say, finally catching him in my arms and lifting him onto the bed. “It’s time to sleep.”
“But I’m...” He lets out a big yawn, “...not tired.”
I shake my head, laughing softly. “Sure, you’re not.”
He grins, his eyes sparkling with the familiar mischief that I know too well. “Mommy, can you tell me a story?”
I sit on the edge of the bed, smoothing his brown locks back. “All right, just one.”
Dario joins me, leaning against the doorway, watching us with that same quiet smile he’s worn all evening. I tell Nico a quick story—one he’s heard a hundred times. It’s the tale of the ruthless savage king who trapped a princess into marrying him for revenge, only to fall head over heels for her after rescuing her from two ugly trolls and slaying them.
Of course, I rephrase it, adding some edited parts, but it’s still the story of our love, nonetheless. I can’t wait for our kids to piece it together one day and ask for the candid story of how we came to be. Well, mostly for Nico to figure it out. Sofia caught on months ago—like I said, she’s way too smart for her age. By the end of my tale, Nico is finally drifting off, his little hand curled around mine.
Just before I pull away, his grip tightens around my hand.
“Are we going to Uncle Lorenzo’s house tomorrow?” he slurs groggily.
A sigh escapes my lips. Lorenzo is married now—shocking, I know—with a three-year-old, and my kids treat his house as their second home.
“Yes, buddy. You’ll get to play with Fabio after school tomorrow. But tomorrow won’t get here if you don’t go to sleep.”
That does it. He slips his hand from mine, a satisfied smile creasing his lips as I pull away.
When we close the door to the kids’ rooms, the house falls into a soft, peaceful silence. However, I’m burning on the inside.
As Dario takes my hand and guides me toward our bedroom. The moment we get in, I’m kissing him, my tongue slipping inside his mouth as his arms wrap around me, drawing me impossibly closer to him.
“Fuck, Ginny,” he groans against my lips, lifting me off the ground so I wrap my legs around his waist.
The kisses grow more heated, his hands roaming over my curves, squeezing my ass as he leads us towards the bed. My pussy is already slick with wetness from his touch, but I don't care. His kiss is intoxicating, his taste like a drug. The man of my dreams...my husband.
I moan, running my fingers through his hair as he pins my body to the bed. His hips grind against mine, and I can feel his erection straining out of his silk pajama pants.
My cotton nightgown comes off quickly, and in the next second, he’s pulling my nipples between his teeth, sucking and biting as his hand finds my folds.
“Dario,” I moan, spreading my legs farther apart for him to slip two fingers in. I grab his hair, tugging on the strands as I kiss him deeply, passionately.
“You know how much I love foreplay, baby, but I’m afraid we don’t have time for that,” I murmur against his mouth, reaching down and pulling at his pants. He grunts before shoving them down, leaving himself exposed, his dick erect and gleaming with precum.
He’s gorgeous, so fucking beautiful.
His eyes are smoldering, watching as I grab his hard length and guide him to my dripping pussy. With one fluid motion, he thrusts into me, and I moan, arching my back so he goes deeper, faster.
He pulls away, leaning over me and staring deep into my eyes. “Keep your moans low, baby,” he says huskily. “We don’t want the whole house hearing us.”
Dario doesn’t care about the whole house hearing us. He’s fucked me in more open places around the house than I can count, and there’s not a chance that not one of the domestic staff has heard a single noise.
What we care about is the kids hearing.
People say that marriage is supposed to lower your sexual libido as a couple, but that hasn’t happened in our case. The only change to our very active sexual life is having to be quieter and less spontaneous because of the kids.
I bite my lower lip, nodding as he thrusts in again. Carnal pleasure washes over me, causing every nerve to tingle as he makes love to me. As he moves above me, I roll my hips to meet his thrusts. He loves it when I do that.
His eyes darken as he lets out a low groan before gripping my hips and driving even faster. “Fuck, Gin, you drive me crazy,” he hisses in my ear, letting go of one hip to rub my clit with his thumb.
My nails dig into his shoulders as he continues to fuck me relentlessly, wildly yet softly, murmuring dirty phrases to me and promising to fuck me forever. I feel my walls tightening around him, feel the orgasm building as he continues to slide into me. When my climax finally hits me, it takes everything in me not to scream out in release. I bury my face into the pillow beside my head as he fucks me through my orgasm.
Soon, his own release rips through him, and he thrusts into me a few more times before he collapses on top of me with a contented sigh. Our heavy breaths echo around the room as he slides onto the mattress beside me and pulls my body to him.
We lay there in silence for a while, my head over the steady beating of his heart.
“What do you think the kids will be like when they’re older?” I suddenly ask, my voice soft as I snuggle closer to him.
“Nico will probably be causing all kinds of trouble.” Dario chuckles, his chest vibrating against my cheek. “And Sofia...she’ll keep him in line. She’s already smarter than both of us.”
I laugh, the sound quiet in the stillness of the room. “You’re probably right.”
We fall into a comfortable silence before I break it again.
“And us?” I ask, propping myself up on one elbow to look down at him. He meets my gaze, green eyes glinting in the dim lamplight.
“We will keep loving each other,” he murmurs, his fingers touching my cheek. “Loving our kids, loving our home, our family...always.”
I smile softly, leaning forward and capturing his lips with mine. It’s a slow kiss, filled with the promise that we are going to make this work, before whispering, “Always.”
THE END
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