Stalker Daddy: Villain Daddies

Epilogue

Epilogue

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Vito

Four Years Later

My wife is so loved by the community that sometimes I feel that I’m sharing her with everyone. It took me a while to accept that I can’t have every piece of Fia to myself.

She had sat me down, and we talked about my possessiveness. I admit to her that it’s a part of me that will always resent everyone who has her attention, but we have come to a compromise.

No matter what people think or what they do, Fia put an end to any attempts to court her, and I can step in when I am uncomfortable with a situation.

Fia can’t simply drop everything and become a hermit because I didn’t like the way a man looked at her. Her loyalty runs deeper than her own family roots, and she would never betray me, and it’s not that I don’t trust her; it’s the thought process of a man’s brain.

I’m a man, and I know exactly what I see when I look at her. The love of my life—talented and beautiful—is pregnant with our second child, and it triggers the primitive action of wanting to start a family,

I despise those men who think they can sweet my darling away as if the ring on her finger didn’t mean anything.

“We would love to meet Mrs. Nash.” The man sitting in front of me with his son and wife smiles as the boy kicks his legs in excitement.

“Yeah, I want to meet her!”

Not many people know that Fia is married to me because she kept her family name, and she wanted to keep the hope in her heart that her family would one day accept her for who she is.

I regard the family for a moment and debate if that is a good idea. Ever since Fia had dazzled every soul with the performance that proudly titled her ‘Musician of the Year’. She had gotten so many offers to play in grand halls.

We had two amazing years of traveling and gifting people the honor of hearing her beautiful violin. Then we decided to settle down, and she wanted to continue her career as a violinist through performances and opening up a studio to teach those who want to learn.

There is no age limit because she will teach anyone who wants to learn and wants to find their calling through her. She had inspired many who wanted to start, became the reason for the rekindled flame of passion, and lifted up the burden of old age on those who thought the chance was beyond their grip.

Fia is their new hope and the sweetheart of the city, and that comes with more admirers than I can handle.

“We would like to make a sizable donation to your studio,” the man adds quickly when I keep quiet.

Fia and I are doing more than fine, considering we are living in an expensive city, but it wouldn’t hurt to have extra funding to help out others who need it. Fia always wants to make sure that her students can have equal opportunities to learn without having financial restraints on them.

It’s why she has asked me to take in donations no matter how questionable it is, but if it’s illegal, then it’s best to not accept them. If it”s just a wealthy parent attempting to enroll their child in her classes, there”s no reason not to accept them.

“She’s in class right now,” I say as I look over to the clock on the clock.

The boy pouts to his mother, and she tries to calm him down by whispering incentives to him when they get home.

This isn’t the first time I have seen spoiled brats come in and demand everybody to go with their whims.

“When can we see her?” the father asks.

Just as I am about the answer, the entire studio is filled with gentle music and absolute serenity. This is the piece that helps students who have difficulty focusing due to the chemical imbalance in their brains, and Fia uses this music piece to bring peace to them.

By the synchronization of the violins, I’d say it’s more than one student playing it, and if I were to guess, it’s the entire student population using this piece.

I stand up from behind the office desk that I use when I deal with new students and donors, but it’s the best place to make sure the security in the building is up and running. I’m the co-owner of this studio, and I’m also the head of security along with several hired men who had passed my tests before working.

Cyrus is one of them, but he had special treatment from Fia, he didn’t need the extra screening to start working.

“What’s going on?” the mother shrills as her child jumps up to follow me.

I open the door, and I’m greeted by students lined up in the hall with their violins pulling notes out of the strings. The family in my office walks out, and the path to Fia is parted by smiling students.

I am not aware that today is any more special than yesterday. It’s not our anniversary, nor is it any of our birthdays, and it’s not a holiday, so I’m at a loss as to what the motive behind this performance is.

I step into the massive directing hall and find students in their seats, violins bringing the silence to life as my wife sits in the middle of the room with her hands around her pregnant stomach. Her small hands rub the bump and her eyes close at the melody as she smiles with her students.

“Wow!” the boy behind me exclaims with admiration.

His mother hushes him, but it’s too late when the music stops. Everyone glances at us, eyes wide and curious as to what is happening. The father behind me clears his throat and mutters an apology to everyone before getting my attention with my name.

I wait until Fia leaves her chair and begins to walk to me to look at him. I feel her hand on my back with a gentle stroke up my spine before shaking hands with the family.

“Hello!” she greets, teeth gleaming with pleasantries on her lips. “Are you here to enroll?”

The couple is taken aback by her smile and sputters quietly, but their voice is swallowed by their son’s loud squawk.

“That was cool!” His eyes are bright and curious as he grins. A gap between his teeth brings a really wide grin on Fia’s face as she shakes hands with the young boy.

“Yeah?” she hums. “It’s the first piece everyone learned when they started their sessions.”

“Can I learn that, too?” the boy practically screams.

Fia glances at the parents as she waits for them to answer for him because she doesn”t want to overstep and say “yes” to him when she doesn’t even know who is here to enroll.

“Y-yes!” the mother laughs bashfully. “My son has always wanted to play the violin after he saw you on TV, and we would like to enroll him in your beginner lessons.”

She gasps. “Of course, we welcome everyone here!”

The father nods and ruffles the boy’s hair. “This is not something you can stop once you start. This is your last chance, and if you think that this is just a game for you, then it will be over. No more half-baked efforts. It’s all or nothing.”

The boy slaps the father’s hand away and scowls. “Dad! I really want to do this! I can do this!”

One look at the boy and Fia already knows that she wants to have this child in her classes. As I have said before, she has a weak spot for those who are determined to learn the beauty of music.

“Alright,” the father and the mother say as a fond smile comes onto their lips.

The boy pumps his fist into the air with an exclaim of happiness while the students around him all welcome him into the massive family.

“Mrs. Nash.” The father straightens his suit and comes closer to Fia. His wife is attached to his side while they leave their son to make a commotion in the back with his new friends.

“I would like to donate money for an expansion of this amazing thing that you’re doing.” The father chuckles and sighs.

“I had my doubts when my son wanted to come here because he had always been a troublesome child but seeing him make friends the moment he came here is an eye-opener.”

Fia tilts her head in bewilderment. “I don’t understand.”

“Our son,” the father begins as he looks at his wife. “He has trouble making friends, and it’s why he takes upon so many hobbies, but they never hold his interest for longer than two weeks.”

The mother solemnly sighs. “When we heard that he wanted to play the violin, we thought it was another one of his half-hearted interests until it lasted for over two months. He was adamant that he wanted to be a student of yours, Mrs. Fia.”

Fia nods with consideration. “I will take very good care of your son.”

“Please know that our donation is not bribery for you to keep our son in line, we truly want to gift that money to you for the hard work you have put into the community.”

The father politely shakes hands with Fia again.

Huh. I guess I had misjudged the man. I originally had thought of him as another one of those rich assholes without a care for the world, but he did prove me wrong for now.

“We will have his violin and his attendance on time for his lesson tomorrow.” The mother waves her child over, and he barrels between their legs with glee.

He asks them if he can start right now, but they manage to calm him down before anything too dramatic happens. The son sulks for a moment before rebounding with a cheeky grin.

“What was that song? I’m going to learn it and beat all of you!” the boy challenges his new friends who peel their lips back with a correspondingly daring grin.

“That’s a secret until your first lesson,” Fia says as she waves a finger.

“We do it for Mrs. Fia’s baby!” one of the students proudly exclaims with her nose stuck in the air.

“This piece has soothing notes, so the baby isn’t too stimulated,” Fia explains to the parents. “It wasn’t always the first piece our students learn, but once they knew that I was with my first child, they wanted to make sure to know one peaceful piece so they can help me when I’m overwhelmed.”

The mother is stunned. “Your students must treat you like a goddess.”

The humbleness in Fia seeps through. “Oh, no, no. Everyone is treated as equal, and this piece of music can be used to calm those students who get stressed easily.”

The father clears his throat. “We must excuse ourselves. We will be sure to get our son into your care tomorrow.”

The family bid their goodbyes as they leave, and everyone resumes back to their practices.

I feel her small hand creep into mine and squeeze, so she gets my attention. “Did you just snag another donation?”

“No,” I say. “I don’t need to snag, darling. I can simply ask them.”

She scoffs with a playful swat of my chest as I bring her to my chest. “Your definition of “asking” sounds like “threatening”.”

“If you say so,” I murmur as I lean down to kiss her pink cheek. “I will do anything to secure us a stable future.”

“You are so bad,” she mutters with a flushed blush because we’re in public. “A really bad man.”

“I think you’re forgetting exactly how bad I can be, darling girl. Do you want Daddy to show you tonight?”

She coyly shrinks back to her shoulders and meekly grins, and she whispers.

“Only if you pay for dinner, Daddy.”

It’s safe to say that she’s going to have more than one type of dessert at home.

[END]