Epilogue
JULIETTE - FIVE YEARS LATER
S t. Jean d’Arc School opening.
Happiness was family. But most of all, my husband and our own little world that revolved around the two of us and our son.
Unlike Wynter who went on to have three children, Dante and I agreed on one.
There were rare occasions where we’d wish for another, but then Dante and I would visit Wynter and that wish quickly dissipated.
Our two-year-old, Romeo, had plenty of cousins to play with, so he certainly didn’t feel lonely.
The sound of the music and laughter floated through the air. The breeze blew through my hair, and I took in the scene around me. The large school grounds were filled with visitors and interested parties.
Next to me, our son was high on my husband’s shoulders, the spitting image of his father.
Big dark eyes. Dark brown hair. Smart as a whip and already slightly arrogant.
It was in the DiLustro genes apparently; it just couldn’t be helped.
I watched as Romeo reached down with his chubby hands and pulled on his father’s hair.
Dante winced and it made me grin.
Romeo was the apple of our eye. Dante adored our baby boy and he loved me. Even when I was annoying, stubborn, blind to see the obvious, he always loved me. And true to his vow, he had never gone behind my back again.
When he wanted a baby, we talked about it. When I wanted to kill someone, we talked about it. Life wasn’t just good. It was fucking amazing.
Dante’s eyes met mine and a soft smile curved his lips. He bent his head and kissed me softly, taking my hand in his. That sexy smirk I used to hate, now I couldn’t live without it.
“I’m so damn happy,” he said softly. “You causing trouble at my casino was the best day of my life.”
I chuckled softly. It was a crazy road, but somehow it all worked out. For the best.
“You and Romeo are the best part of my life,” I murmured softly against his cheek.
“I love you,” we both uttered at the same time.
He never let me go a day without hearing those three sweet little words. And I ensured I did the same.
After all, I made him wait two years, and wait he did.