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Matteo

Six months later

I’ve gone to war for my family more times than I can count, over territories, deals, and wrongdoings. I will go down fighting, if that’s what it takes to make sure the Valentinos are always the ones coming out on top.

Never have I faced a war with the stakes as high as those of the past twelve months. In every war, there’s a losing side and a winning side. In the battle for Savvy’s heart, I was always only going to be the victor. Losing that battle was never an option.

I reap the benefits every morning I get to wake up next to her. Every day I get to spend with her. Six months ago, I thought I’d lost her. I thought I’d lost my whole reason for living. I never want to endure that again. It took three months of healing and rehabilitation before she was cleared by the doctors. All that’s left of the ordeal are the tiny scars from the surgery on her ankle, and the internal scars we both share. The ones no one can see.

Savannah might have stopped asking for divorce papers, but I haven’t stopped proving to her every day that we’re meant to be. That there was never a destiny where we didn’t end up together. I’ve known since I was six years old that this girl was special. That knowledge hasn’t dimmed, only grown tenfold. She’s not just special; she’s fucking phenomenal. In fact, I might just get a taste of her phenomenalism for breakfast.

Rolling over, I find her side empty. Damn it, I hate it when she gets up before me. Maybe I need to revisit the handcuff idea. Rolling out of the bed, I walk into the closet and find a pair of workout shorts. I run a hand through my hair and stretch out my tired muscles as I make my way through the house, looking for my wife. I ensured Savvy got her dream home, one near my parents’ estate. She’s done an exceptional job furnishing the place. There are perks to being married to an interior designer. Our house looks like it stepped right out of a magazine.

“Savvy, you and your pretty little pussy need to get here and let me eat my breakfast. I’m starved,” I call out as I enter the kitchen. I look to Savvy, whose face is now beetroot red. Then I glance at the cause of her embarrassment. Romeo, Luca, and Livvy are sitting at the counter. “What the fuck are you all doing here?” I growl at them. The thing about living so close to my parents, the thing I didn’t think through, is that my family seems to be of the opinion that our house is the latest drop-in center. They’re always fucking here. 

“Good to see you too, bro.” Luca laughs.

Shaking my head, I ignore Thing One, Thing Two, and the way-too-sweet Livvy. I wrap my arms around Savvy. “I’m going to need you to come back to bed, babe,” I whisper in her ear.

“Mmm, tempting. Rain check?” she asks, pulling back.

I roll my eyes. I don’t want a rain check. I want her now. I send my brothers a glare, which only makes them both laugh at me. Little shits know they’re cockblocking me.

“We can come back later. We didn’t mean to disturb you guys.” This comes from Livvy. Like I said, she’s way too sweet for the likes of my brother, who’s staring at her with stars in his eyes.

“Doll, he will survive one morning without getting his dick wet. Trust me,” Romeo says to her, making her whole body turn red. She averts her eyes, unable to look at me.

Pivoting back to Savvy, I cup her cheeks and fuse my lips with hers. My tongue delves into her mouth. She tastes of coffee and vanilla. “Good morning,” I say before dropping to my knees and lifting her shirt. Placing a gentle little kiss to her tiny four-month bump, I repeat the greeting. “Good morning to you too.” I push to my feet and continue to ignore my brothers. “How are you feeling?” I ask Savvy. 

Morning sickness has been wreaking havoc on her body. This past week it seems to be easing up. I’m hoping we’ve seen the end of it. I can’t stand seeing her so sick and not being able to do anything to help her.

“I’m good, really good. But hungry, so stop bothering me so I can finish cooking breakfast.” She waves a hand over the stove and I see three separate pans: one with bacon, one with blueberry pancakes, and one with chocolate chip pancakes. The twins’ favorites.

“Go sit down. I’ll finish this,” I tell her. My hands land on her shoulders and I walk her around the counter. I pull a stool out and land another kiss to the top of her head. Returning to the stove, I flip the pancakes and call over my shoulder, “Come out with it already. Why are you here? And for future reference, my wife isn’t your damn cook. You can both make your own damn pancakes.” I point the spatula at Romeo and Luca.

“Livvy has an essay for school she wanted you to read over,” Romeo says.

“It’s okay. You don’t have to. I know you’re really busy and all,” Livvy says, refusing to meet my eyes. Romeo, however, uses his to plead with me. 

“What’s it about? I love essays,” I lie, trying to put the poor girl at ease.

“Ah, it’s a comparative analysis of policing models: mafia to organized crime,” Livvy says quietly.

I can’t help but laugh. “So you thought you’d come straight to the source, huh?” I ask her.

“I, ah, it’s already written, but I just want someone to read it.” She looks at Romeo. “Someone who isn’t him, because he just says everything I write is great, which isn’t the truth,” she’s quick to add.

“Doll, it is the fucking truth. You’re a little genius in pretty wrapping. It’s a crime in itself really. Smart chicks aren’t supposed to be hot too.” His eyes roam up and down the length of her.

“Okay, Romeo, keep it in your pants.” I turn back and remove the pancakes from the pans, loading them up onto plates. Savvy has a bowl of scrambled eggs, a plate of assorted bagels and breads, and another plate of freshly cut fruit—all sitting on the counter. How long has she been awake?

“You two, make yourselves useful and carry these to the table,” I direct to Romeo and Luca. “Livvy, send me your essay. I can’t wait to read it,” I tell her honestly. It does sound interesting, and I’m intrigued by what her thoughts are on the topic.

“Thank you, I appreciate it.” She smiles.

“You really are punching above your paygrade with that one, Romeo,” I tell him, dropping a plate of pancakes in front of him.

“I know.” He grins wide and proud.

* * *

Two hours. That’s how long it took me to get the twins to leave my fucking house. I made them both clean up after breakfast while Savvy and I spoke to Livvy about her essay. That girl is smart, probably the only thing she and Romeo actually have in common.

Finally, I get Savvy to myself. Taking her hand, I’m about to lead her back upstairs to the bedroom, but I don’t have that kind of time to waste. My cock’s been aching for her since I woke up. So, instead, I guide her into the living room. 

“I thought they’d never leave,” I tell her. She’s wearing a sundress. Reaching my hands up and under the hem, I find the top of her panties and drag the thin material down her legs.

She steps out of them, kicking the fabric to the side. “Well, now that you have me all to yourself, what are you going to do to me?” Her eyes gloss over with desire. Savvy’s always had a high sex drive, but since becoming pregnant, it’s intensified to a whole new level. Something you won’t ever hear me complain about.

I step back. “First, I’m going to lick that glorious pussy of yours until your juices are flowing down my throat. Then, I’m going to bend you over and bury my cock so deep inside you you’ll be begging for mercy.”

Savvy bites her lip. “Why would I beg for something I know you don’t give.”

“Oh. you’ll beg,” I tell her, pushing her down on the sofa and kneeling between her legs. “Are you wet for me, Savvy? Am I going to put my tongue into you and taste that sweet nectar?”

“Y-yes,” she stammers as I spread her legs wide, running my tongue up the inside of her thighs until I reach the motherland.

I glide my tongue through her slick folds. “Fuck yes, this is what I’m talking about.” I dive back in, licking, sucking, nibbling on her.

“Oh shit, Tao, please, I’m going to…” Her words trail off.

My palm roams upwards until I find her breast, rolling one taught nipple between my fingertips. Savvy’s hands yank at my hair. I’m not sure if she’s trying to pull me away or push me closer to her pussy. Her hips are grinding upwards into me. I tug harder at her nipple, twisting a little as my mouth sucks on her engorged clit. That’s all it takes to send her soaring. Her legs tighten around my head, locking me in place as she rides out her orgasm. I continue to lick her until she’s fully relaxed. Until her head lolls back and her eyes close. Standing upright, I grab the waistband of my shorts and start pulling them down.

“Matteo, Savvy, you here?” my mother’s voice calls out.

“Fuck, what the fuck is it with my family and cockblocking me?” I drag my shorts back up, my boner fucking destroyed by the sound of my mother’s voice. Savvy laughs as she pushes to her feet, plucks her panties from the floor, and shoves them between the crack in the sofa cushions. “We’re changing the locks,” I tell her.

“Sure we are.” She laughs again, walking out of the living room while leaving me alone with my fucking blue balls.

Savvy

Four years later

I stare at the stick—the one with two pink lines. How the hell did I let him do this to me again? My mind plays through a collage of images of Matteo and me fucking. I smile. I know how. That man is a damn god at what he does.

Lorenzo our son is two, and Enzo, our other son is five months old. Yes, I let Matteo name them. I’m pretty sure I was still high on pain relief when I signed those birth certificate forms. Now I’m pregnant again. I really need to learn how to resist Matteo’s charms.

“Babe, you okay?” The doorknob rattles as Matteo tries to get into the bathroom.

“Yep, I’ll be out in a sec,” I say, wiping the tears from my cheeks. I’m not sure if these are tears of happiness, distress, or just plain exhaustion. Because I’m tired. Anyone who tells you that motherhood is all glorious and happy moments is straight bullshitting you. It’s not an Instagram account full of photogenic moments. It’s sleepless nights, vomit-covered clothing, the death of whatever social life you had. And yet, when I look into the faces of my baby girls, I wouldn’t give them up for the world.

“Open the door, Savvy,” Matteo hisses through the door. The boys have just fallen asleep, and he knows if he wakes them, they’re all his problem. Not that he’d complain. I swear he wakes them up on purpose just so he has an excuse to hold them longer.

I used to think Matteo couldn’t possibly get any sexier. That was until I saw him with our sons. That man, bare-chested with a baby lying on him, makes my ovaries swoon. Apparently literally too, considering my current predicament. 

“Please, God, let it just be one this time.” I send up a little prayer. Taking a huge breath, I wipe at my cheeks a second time and open the door.

Matteo is standing on the other side. His face drops when he sees me. “What’s wrong?” he asks. I hand him the stick and he looks down at it. Silence encompasses us for a few moments before he looks back up at me again, his own eyes shining with unshed tears. “We’re having another baby?” he attempts to clarify.

“Looks that way.” I smile.

Throwing the stick over his shoulder, he picks me up and my legs wrap around his waist. “I’m so fucking happy, babe. We’re getting another one. Another piece of you and me,” he says, slamming his lips onto mine.

I tug at his hair and pull his face back. “Those boys are all you and you know it.”

“Doesn’t matter, if it’s a boy or a girl. It’ll be perfect either way. We make perfect fucking babies.” He grins.

“We do,” I agree.

Matteo walks us over to the bed, and laying me down way more gently than he did just last night, he yanks at the string holding my robe in place. “Una fottuta bellezza senza sforzo,” he says as he takes in the sight of me. All of me.

At first, after I had the twins, I was self-conscious about my changing body. My stomach isn’t as flat as it once was, now decorated with stretch marks—which Matteo refers to as beauty marks. He really helped me love myself again. His unwavering devotion to me, the fact that he still gets turned on by me, that we can walk into a room full of supermodels and he still only looks at me… That kind of love goes beyond appearances. It’s soul-deep.

I knew from a very young age that he was the one my soul loved. I wasted so much time being afraid of ruining our friendship, our connection, that I didn’t consider how much stronger it could be. If I’d just given in… 

Being with Matteo, letting go of my fears, has only made us better. I can’t think of anyone else I’d rather spend the rest of my life with than my best friend.

…I have found the one whom my soul loves…

Song of Solomon 3:4

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Kylie