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I lean forward, my face nearing one of my favorite places. My gaze dips to her stomach, and I close the distance, kissing the swell of her belly before resting my ear against the bump.

“How’s daddy’s little bambino doing?”

“Very active,” she answers, a hint of tiredness seeping into her voice as I pull her onto my lap, cradling her close to me.

“Shall we go home? A nice bath and a foot massage are on the cards before tonight's event.”

She moans and then laughs.

“Mmmm, talk dirty to me, Daddy Dom.”

I chuckle and then marvel at the feeling that overwhelms me.

She must feel it, too, as she suddenly becomes serious, her gaze locked with mine.

“Thank you, Dominico. For this life. For this love. For this family.”

“Don’t thank me. It is I who am grateful to you. You saved me. From the first moment I saw you here, I knew you would change my life. And you have. I’ve never been this happy.”

“I love you,il mio fiorellino.” I’ve never said anything more true in my life.

“I love you, Dominico.” Fuck, hearing her say those words never gets old.

I stand up, my little flower cradled in my arms where she belongs.

Mine. Forever.

The End.