Epilogue
Two years later
I let the little vibration relax my body as the needle starts to ink my husband's back for the second time in our life.
My body is focused on tracing the fine line of the tattoo while my heart beats like the it's the first time I'm touching Everette. Sometimes, I lay in bed staring at his beautiful, relaxed face, still in awe that my life is now peaceful. All because of the man who didn't give up on me when he had all the reasons to.
After Ivan's death, our life became what I have never thought it would.
Normal.
With Everette being Boss, and me Donna, it's hard for us to find time to just enjoy each other. We are still fucking like damn rabbits, probably that's why I fell pregnant in the same month we talked about having another child.
My heart is full every time Vince calls Everette dad and once in a while, my little boy calls me mom. First time he called me that was when we celebrated our first
Christmas together as a family of three, and I am brave enough to admit that I cried the whole night.
I never had the expectation of being Vince's mom, even though he claimed Everette as his parent. I was happy being his big sister. Blood never mattered to me, and when he'll be older, I might tell him that we are not related, but for now we are happy this way.
Having another baby that will be the half Everette was the reason I agreed to the idea. I always wanted to be a Mamma, but my fucked-up brain made me believe that the curse I believed I had will pass to my baby, enrolling pure fear in my body. But the moment Everette looked at me with fucking stars in his eyes, describing our future child, well... my ovaries exploded.
And here I am, thirty weeks pregnant with the future Boss of Outfit.
"Did you fall asleep?" I hear Everette's laugh through my daydream. I shake my head and come back to the present, with my tattoo gun in the air while still buzzing.
"If you want this tattoo done quickly, talk to your son to stop mutilating my organs." I snap and returned at drawing the animal on the left side of the blade.
I feel tears coming in my eyes at the sight of the lion that stays prideful on his back.
My little Vince.
Who is not so little anymore. My growing boy is seven and loves to be in charge, forgetting about his two parents that are keeping him alive. He looks so much like Keres with his big blue eyes and the dump in the chin. His hair is the most beautiful black I've ever seen and his skin is pale like snow.
"Why is he my son just when he does something to annoy you?" He asks offended and I push the needle
harder in his skin then necessary, making him bleed. Everette laughs and I can feel his wicked smile.
“You are going to regret that, Little Fox."
I bite my lower lip, feeling my pussy convulse at the thought of him destroying my insides. "Can't wait, husband."
Something that I never thought will grow in my pregnancy(beside the breasts and my feet) was my craving for my husband. I could ride him all day, all night, and still feel like it's not enough.
"You are killing me, Althea." Everette groans and I smirk.
I decide to shut up and finish the tattoo before we do damage to his back. I look at the empty space on his right shoulder blade and I know that he will want another tattoo with our second boy.
After forty-five minutes, I apply the cooling cream and I look at his back, feeling myself falling in love with him again.
If before I couldn't even say his name, now I can't live without him. Everette is a part of my heart that can never be replaced if he'll leave me alone on this earth.
He is my strength; my breathing, walking heart and there is no place in this world that will keep us apart. He is the man who brought me back to life, and he'll be the one who will end it.
Everette goes to the two mirrors that hold so many memories, looking at his back with a soft smile. My palm goes under my growing belly, feeling my little Boss who is trying to kick his way out of me.
You have another four months to go, troublemaker.
"Will you ever stop from making my heart beat its way out of my chest? Because it hurts." I hear my husband whisper and I move my eyes to his face.
"I know you love me either way," I reply back, my hand still caressing my belly.
His soft eyes turn into a hungry gaze when he sees my naked breasts and belly. Since he got me pregnant, he's obsessed seeing my body change and accommodate with his child.
I don't have the chance to say something because his body moves so fast that I don't even have time to exhale. His lips slam on mine, swallowing my tongue and gasps of pleasure.
My hands fly around his neck while his go straight inside my shorts, his fingers finding me bare. His groan makes another wave of wetness possess my pussy. The pleasure messes with my body and I feel my legs give out, but Everette slides his arms under my knees, putting me on the leather chair.
"You drive me insane, Little Fox. Fuck, baby, I need to be inside you. Now." My whimpers are desperate and I know he's close to losing his sanity.
I work my fingers to unbuckle his belt, and I gasp when I feel my shorts being ripped away from me. I lower his pants and boxers low enough to make his length pop up to his stomach. Angry, swollen veins are making his cock look delicious and the purple-ish tip is staring right at me.
"I promise to make love to you tonight, but right now, I need to feel you strangle my cock until it hurts." Everette whispers and positions his tip at my entrance.
"Good," I moan, squeezing my arms around his neck harder. "Because I don't want to make love. I want you to devour me until there's nothing left of me."
Everette moans and closes the distance between our lips, entering me in one, long powerful thrust. I melt right in his arms as his cock meet my greedy
movements. I cry out when his fingers are playing with my sore nipples, marking the back of his head with my
nails.
I know that pregnancy made him restrain his rough side while having sex, but this, this is what we both crave.
"Harder, Everest. Mhm, please, harder," I beg him as my body slowly comes back to life.
Every thrust, every kiss, every touch that he delivers to me is like a drug. Once is done, I want more.
Everette keeps one of his hands on my tits while the other one is on the swell of my stomach, holding his son while giving me pleasure.
"The sight of you full with my child makes me fall on my knees." His movements are getting messier, and I don't think I can resist more. "Come on, baby, milk my cock dry."
My eyes fall back as I let my body prey to him. I come so hard that my body falls into exhaustion, trembling from the high.
"I love you, my beast." I feel the tears forming again in my eyes.
He cradles my head in his big hands, kissing me until my lips are sore.
"I love you more, my heart."
This time, I kiss him until we both are breathless.
My husband.
My undoing.
My Everest.
Everette
"I don't see why it's her business knowing my favorite color." Vince murmurs, showing me that the hour in which I tried to teach him a lesson was useless.
"The teacher was trying to get to know you, Vince. She was doing her job, not digging for information." I angrily slap my hands to my face.
This boy will be my demise. He is in second grade and already making the principle calling me for his mature behavior. My sweet boy right here got into a fight with his teacher because after what he said, she was asking way too many questions.
"I still don't see why that was important for her." I groan and I see him smirk.
All these problems, but all I can feel when I look at his is pride. He is growing into a responsible man, ready to make the world kneel in front of him. And all I can do is stay right by his side.
"Go get ready for dinner and stop giving me grey hairs." I dismiss him, letting out a deep sigh.
My eyes meet the photo from my desk with Vincent who hugs Althea's belly with so much love that could make everyone cry. My heart beats faster at Althea's smile.
My wife has grown over the years into the most powerful woman on this earth. Her position of Donna of the Famiglia has put her into many difficult actions, but her wise brain got her out of them.
Althea isn't only the love of my life, the mother of my children and the Donna, she is also the future Empress. The role as Donna is only a step until she will become what she is meant to be.
A queen.
And I will gladly stay right next her throne, looking at the world turned into chess pieces just for her.
I hear the door opening, knowing that only my wife is the one who doesn't knock. My eyes stare at her glowing skin and my beast roars inside me when the
swell of her belly enters the room first.
I never thought that I would have a breeding kink, but looking at my wife full with our son makes me want to impregnate her forever.
"How did the conversation go?" Her eyes glow when she sees me.
Not even an eternity could make me get used to her beauty.
"He's hopeless." I sigh, patting my thigh, making her move my way and settle on my lap.
"I swear he will make me lose hair sooner that old age." She fake cries, hiding her face in my neck.
"Now you know how I feel when I have to deal with your stubbornness." I murmur and her head moves out of my neck.
"I'm not stubborn." I look at her without saying anything. "I'm not." She spats.
These hormones make me want to change my idea to have her pregnant forever.
"Whatever you say, Althea." And I kiss her forehead. She rolls her eyes at me and I swear she is lucky she's pregnant.
"I hope you'll be gentler with Mamma. I can't stand by myself between three headstrong Bosses." She sweetly talks with her belly and my heart softens.
Since she found out he can hear us, she's been talking with him about anything. Seeing Althea as a mother will always do things to my lower body.
I put my hand over her belly, relaxing when I feel my son moving against my touch.
"Thank you, my heart." I whisper and I pet her stomach gently. Althea leans over me, kissing my lips with so much tender that it could break me.
When I see her tears, I immediately change the
subject. Her tears will always be my undoing.
"Will your parents be here for dinner?" I ask her while repositioning her in my lap.
"Yeah, my brother too." She plays with her fingers.
"You must be thrilled." I joke and her hand slaps my chest playfully.
"Do you think they believe I am unfair to them? For still not trusting them?"
"Your mother made you believe that she has Alzheimer for six years, making you hide in your grief, and your father let you burn in that hell with Hanibal. So, no, I don't think you are unfair, baby, I think you are cautious."
Gianna and Makhim have been trying for the past years to make up for the pain they both caused to their daughter. They knew it was gonna take time, and I know they are grateful even with the little diners and phone calls Althea has been approving of.
"She wanted to be a girl, you know." She pets her belly too. I frown and she continues. "Mamma."
"The third one is a charm." I say simply and Althea almost breaks her neck when she rises her eyes to look at me.
"Y-You want another one?"
"I want my mini Empress." I whisper and kiss her mouth when she stares at me with wide eyes.
"Let's first have Channing and then we can think of another baby." Althea smiles, but I know that the thought of a baby girl sounds thrilling.
"Azrael Everest Moretti." I say the name of our unborn son with so much pride.
The future Boss of Outfit.
I look at my wife and still can't believe that we went through is finally over. The battle scars, the tears and
the blood are all worth it. Without them, I wouldn't be here, holding my entire world in my arms.
“Is my bike ready?” I hear her tired voice.
My body softens when I think about the bike that I made her even before knowing her existence. She was meant to be mine since forever; we just had a rough path.
The phone ringing makes me groan, and before I grab it, I hear Vincent yell in the whole house.
"Mom, Dad, do not answer the phone!" Althea starts laughing when she sees that the principle is calling me again.
The second time this day.
"Are you ready for more?" Althea strokes my face lovingly.
"With you by my side? Always."
And I kiss the love of my life until we both are hurting.