5. Epilogue
Epilogue
I know it’s silly and I’m being emotional, but I can’t help it. I’ve never felt so overwhelmed with love and happiness before. I’m sitting in our bedroom, staring at the positive pregnancy test in my hand. I can’t believe it. We’ve only been trying for six months, and it happened so fast. My eyes well up with tears as I think about how lucky I am to have Carlo in my life. He’s always so sweet and attentive, and he dotes on me. I don’t think I could have imagined a tough mafioso as a perfect partner.
As I sit here, I reflect on how our relationship has evolved over the past year. We were so passionate and driven at first. We couldn’t keep our hands off each other. It was like we were both making up for lost time. But as time went on, we settled into a comfortable routine. Carlo is still as sexy as ever, but he’s also become more tender and gentler. He’s not afraid to show his softer side to me, and it makes me love him even more.
I hear the door open, and I quickly wipe the tears from my eyes. Carlo comes in and smiles at me. He knows that I’ve been feeling a little under the weather lately, and he’s been worried about me. He sits on the bed and takes my hand.
“Hey, sweetheart. How are you feeling?”
“I’m fine. I’m actually a lot better.”
He looks at me suspiciously. “Really?”
“Really.” I smile and nod. I don’t want him to worry anymore. “I feel a lot better today.”
He studies my face for a moment before he leans in and kisses me softly on the lips. “Good.”
His eyes roam over my body, and I can see the desire building in his gaze. Familiar heat rises in my body, and I want him again. But I’m not sure if I’m ready to tell him about the baby just yet. I don’t know how he’ll react, and I don’t want to ruin the moment.
“So, what do you want to do today?” He asks as he runs his hand up and down my thigh.
I bite my lip and look up at him through my eyelashes. “I don’t know.”
He raises his eyebrows and grins. “Hmmm, I think I have an idea.”
He reaches down and takes my hand, presses me down onto the mattress, and begins kissing me hungrily. His lips are soft and warm. His hands roam over me, exploring every inch of my skin. He pulls away and looks at me with lust-filled eyes.
“Olivia, I want you.”
“I want you, too.”
“I want you so bad.”
“Then take me.”
“I will.”
“But first, I want to taste you.”
I gasp as he trails kisses down my neck and across my collarbone. His tongue is hot against my skin, and I burn from head to toe. He continues kissing and licking his way down my body until he reaches my breasts. He cups and massages them gently, as if he already knows. His thumbs brush over my nipples, sending shivers down my spine. I arch my back, pushing more into his hands. He chuckles softly at my greed.
He licks and sucks my nipples until they’re hard peaks. More sensitive and needier than they’ve ever been. Does he notice? His groan tells me he does. Carlo knows my body so well. He should, he’s spent a year exploring every inch of it. When he moves down to my stomach, kissing and nibbling my skin, I picture our child lying safely behind each touch. A part of us already created. A child I cannot wait to meet.
“Carlo,” I moan as he reaches the apex of my thighs.
“Yes, sweetheart?” he murmurs against my skin.
“I need you.”
“I know you do.”
He spreads my legs and settles between them. His tongue teases my clit, and I cry out. He growls, his stubble scraping against my thighs. My fingers tangle in his hair as he continues to lick and suck my clit.
“I’m going to make you come so hard,” he promises as he slides two fingers inside me.
I gasp as he begins to pump them in and out, curling them against my g-spot. “Fuck, you’re so wet for me.”
“Yes, yes, don’t stop.”
His tongue swirls around my clit as his fingers continue to pump in and out of me. Pressure builds inside me, and I’m so close. I arch my back and cry out as the orgasm hits me. Wave after wave of pleasure crashes over me as I ride out my release. Carlo doesn’t let up. He continues to lick and suck my clit, prolonging my pleasure.
I fall back on the bed, my chest heaving as I pant. Carlo kisses his way up my body, his lips finding mine. He kisses me deeply, his tongue exploring my mouth. I taste myself on his lips, and it only turns me on more.
Carlo’s hands roam over my body. He positions himself at my entrance and slowly pushes inside me. I gasp as he fills me, stretching me. He groans as he bottoms out inside me.
“You feel so good, sweetheart.”
He begins to move, thrusting in and out of me. I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper inside me. We move together, our bodies in sync.
I run my hands over his back, enjoying the muscles flexing beneath his skin. He kisses me hungrily, his tongue exploring my mouth. My nails dig into his shoulders as my orgasm builds.
“Carlo,” I moan as I reach my peak.
He growls as my pussy tightens around him. He thrusts harder and faster, driving me over the edge. I cry out, my body shuddering as my release washes over me. He follows soon after, roaring his release as he spills his seed inside me.
We lay there, panting, our bodies entwined. I can feel his heartbeat racing against my chest. I press my lips against his shoulder, tasting the saltiness of his sweat on my tongue. He rolls us over, so I’m lying on top of him. He strokes my hair and whispers, “I love you, Olivia.”
I sigh contentedly. “I love you, too, Carlo.”
“I can’t believe last Christmas you thought this was going to be a one-night-stand.” He teases me, tapping his fingers on my butt.
“I didn’t think that. I hoped not, but I wasn’t sure.”
“You should have known.” He kisses me, his lips soft and warm. “I knew the moment I laid eyes on you. Knew you were the one.”
I giggle. “You’re such a romantic.”
He nips my earlobe. “Only for you.”
I snuggle against him, enjoying the feel of his body against mine. His heart beats steadily beneath my palm. I trace my fingers along his chest, enjoying the feel of his skin. He sighs and wraps his arms around me, holding me close.
“I can’t believe you’re going to be a father,” I whisper as I rest my head on his chest.
“Mmm, hmm,” he replies distractedly. Then his body stiffens and the arm around my waist crushes me. “What did you say?”
“I said, I can’t believe you’re going to be a father.”
He props up on one elbow and stares down at me. “You’re pregnant?”
“Yes.”
“We’re going to have a baby?”
“Yes.”
“Oh, Olivia.” He kisses me hungrily, his hands roaming over my body. I can feel his excitement growing as he touches me. I giggle as he rolls me onto my back, his hands cupping my breasts.
“Carlo, what are you doing?”
“Celebrating.” He kisses me again, his lips moving down my neck. “I’m so happy, sweetheart.”
“So am I.”
He buries his face on my belly, nuzzling me. “What are you doing?”
“Meeting the newest Gataki.”
“Oh no, I’m not the newest Gataki anymore.” I grouse, as the thought assails me. “Dammit, I felt so special.”
“You’re the original Gataki, sweetheart. The first. The one and only.”
“And now I’m not the only one.” I can’t help the pout.
“You’ll always be the only one for me.” He peppers my belly with kisses. “You’re the only one I want to make babies with.”
“You want more than one?” I ask, surprised.
“Sweetheart, I want a house full of children.”
“You do?”
“Yes, and I want them to be just like you. Smart and beautiful.”
“You’re so silly.”
“No, I’m not. I’m serious. I want a houseful of kids. I want them to run around and drive me crazy. I want to watch them grow up and have their own families.”
“I want that, too.”
“Good, then we’re on the same page.”
“Yes, we are.”
“Olivia?”
“Yes?”
“I love you.”
“I love you, too.”
“Merry Christmas, sweetheart.”
“Merry Christmas, Carlo.”