Chapter 45 Evelyn
Evelyn
“Isn’t it so beautiful?” I gush, spinning in a circle in an attempt to encompass the stunning villa that’s nestled into the side of Capri.
It’s located on one of the quieter streets above town, so it feels private despite the fact that we’re only a fifteen-minute walk from everything we need. “What do you think?”
“Beautiful,” Massimo purrs, threading his fingers through my hair and absently rubbing the silken strands.
I giggle and tuck myself closer to his powerful frame.
“The villa, Massimo,” I remind him. “It’s bigger than what we need, really,” I continue, my cheeks warming slightly. “But I thought maybe we might want the extra bedrooms one day.”
His eyes flash, and he captures my face in his hands. “And why is that, farfallina?”
We haven’t talked about children yet. My mouth goes dry, my anxiety spiking.
“I thought…”
He places his hand over my heart in a familiar, soothing gesture.
“I want to have a family with you,” I confess, calmed by his steady presence. “Is that something you want too?"
“More than anything,” he rumbles. “We are already a family, but we will grow together. We can live in this villa and wake up to this view every morning with our children.”
He turns my body so that I face away from him, looking out over the infinity pool toward the Faraglioni rock formation where we kissed for luck. His big hand splays over my belly, cradling the place where our child will one day grow.
“If this feels like home, say the word, and it’s ours.”
I suck in a deep breath, drinking in the scent of the sea and the rich purple bougainvillea flowers that grow around the patio. It mingles with the scent of leather and amber.
“Yes,” I declare, peace settling over me. “This feels like home.”
He steps away, and I mourn the loss of his body heat for only a second before he drops to one knee before me. A small black jewelry box appears in his right hand, and he snaps it open to reveal a huge pear-shaped diamond solitaire ring. It matches the shape of my necklace perfectly.
“Be my wife, Evelyn.” He slides the ring on my finger before I can fully formulate my reply.
“Yes,” I gasp out. “I’m yours, Massimo.”
He surges to his feet and sweeps me up in a devastating kiss. This powerful, dangerous, protective man will be my husband, the father of our children. He’s my future. My everything.
He kisses me fiercely, a promise and a slight warning. I belong to him, and he will never let me go.
I open for him on a sigh. I’m exactly where I want to be.