Page 34 of Tall, Dark, and Grumpy

“Yes. Let’s go.” We are total home-bodies, even if we have homes all over the world. London, Milan, a villa in Naples and another in the south of Italy, but also New York, Bali, and South Africa.

Tonight though, we slide into the car that will take us back to the house in London where it all started, and our babies are sleeping under the supervision of their Italian nanny.

Vito pulls me onto his lap in the car.

“You’re my lovely girl.” He strokes my hair, and I tip my head into his touch.

“My husband.” I’m not sure how to broach the topic of another child.

“My wife.”

He examines me, and while I can’t see the colour of his eyes in the dark back of the car, I can tell he’s looking at me. It sends a warm shiver down my spine, even now after so many years. He’s still incredibly handsome, and I am still not over the shock that he’s mine.

And I want to have more of his babies. Two is not enough.

“What is it, amore mio dolce?” he asks softly. “You look concerned.”

“Can we have another baby?”

“That’s what you worried about asking?” He huffs out a laugh and shakes his head. “Si. Always yes, for you.”

“Really? You said you needed more sleep?”

“I love losing sleep to our babies.” He strokes the back of my neck. “Even if I grumble. Nothing will ever be as good as filling you up with seed and showing you how I love you, over and over.” Pulling me closer, he slides his hand down until it finds the hem of my silk dress. “Let’s start tonight.”

I melt and breathe in his familiar citrus and sandalwood scent like I’m an addict. I am. I can never get enough of Vito.

“And in the office, tomorrow,” he adds. “Over my desk.”