I descended the stairs after taking a shower, dressed in Ian's white sweatshirt and my black tights. I heard the sounds coming from the living room and I followed them to see the most beautiful sight in the world.

A sight I would never get used to, no matter what.

"Say daddy, come on." Ian whispered, holding Rafael in his arms.

Rafael, in turn, only giggled softly making me coo at the both of them. Ian's head whipped in my direction and he flashed me one of his charming smiles.

"When will he start speaking?" He huffed.

I chuckled and shook my head, "Ian, he's just three months old."

"I know, I just want to...hear him call me his dad."

"He will have patience." I said and settled on the couch beside them.

As soon as Rafael saw me, he started to wiggle in Ian's hold and leaned his body completely towards me. I took him from Ian and kissed his forehead tenderly.

"I can't believe we had a child." I said while cocooning Rafael to my chest.

"You have given me literally everything I could ever ask for. I can believe in anything when it comes to you." He whispered and I leaned in his chest as his arms came to wrap around us.

I found out that I was three months pregnant after we came back from our honeymoon in Bali. Ian was ecstatic the moment I broke the news to him but he also became a mother hen. He barely let me step foot outside and gave me meals five times a day.

By the end of my last trimester, I had grown utterly irritated by his mere presence always looming above my head like a goddamn sword. He got the message and toned down his behavior just by a notch.

"What are you thinking?" he asked, bringing me out of my thoughts.

"I am always thinking about you and now Rafael, too."

"I'd say I am jealous but he's our baby."

"I am glad that you understand." I retorted sarcastically.

"Drop that attitude." He said, squeezing my waist.

"Ian! We have a child with us." I scolded him and he sobered up instantly.

I looked down at Rafael to see him fast asleep on my chest with his thumb tucked in his mouth.

"I love him so much, Ian." I whisper, staring at our baby.

"I didn't know that I had it in me to love someone other than you but he proved me wrong."

He was right. We had come so far and I had everything I could possibly wish for. A family of my own, now.

"Let's put him to bed, shall we?" I said and carefully got up.

Ian and I made our way towards the room beside ours, the one that I occupied when I first came to live here and opened the door.

It had been completely transformed into a baby boy's room now. I walked towards the crib and placed him inside before covering him with his tiny cream-colored blanket and switching on the baby monitor.

Giving him one last kiss, we walked out of their and went inside our bedroom. As soon as I closed the door, I was pushed against it roughly and I felt Ian's lips descend on mine.

"Ian." I moaned in the kiss and pushed him away.

"Wear a fuckin' condom." I said.

"What the fuck, Sia? I get to have you after three months and this is the first thing you say?" he nearly growled.

I scoff, "It's too early to put another baby inside of me."

"I am fuckin' my wife, not some random chick. I am not gonna wear a condom" He said in exasperation.

"It's not my fault that your pull-out game is weak." I countered.

His hand wrapped around my throat, "I'll show you exactly how weak it is."

"You're not getting sex from me." I challenged him.

He chuckled darkly but my glare didn't waver hoping he would give in like he always does but his stance became predatory. I gulped softly and his eyes went to my throat before a smirk plastered on his face.

"I can have you writhing under me in under sixty seconds, naked and begging for me to take you, and you know it." He whispered.

My mouth opened to give him an answer but my body betrayed me by leaning into his touch.

"I hate you." I managed to whisper.

"I know." He replied and picked me up before taking me to bed.

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I woke up from something soft caressing my cheek and I opened my eyes to see Ian's fingers dancing across my skin.

"Morning." I whispered.

"Morning." He said back as his eyes roamed my face, drinking in my features.

"What are you staring at?"

"You."

"Why?"

"I am just thinking how l got so lucky."

"Mm, you sure did." I joked and kissed his cheek.

I stood up with the sheets still wrapped around my body but before I could take a step forward, the sheets were ripped off of me with a single, rough tug.

"Ian!" I gasped and glared at him.

He narrowed his eyes at me, "Do you think I haven't been noticing this?"

"Noticing what?"

"That you have been going to extra lengths to hide your body ever since you gave birth."

My glare falters and I look away, knowing full well I can't hide anything from him.

He grabbed my wrist and pulled me to the bed before sitting me down on his lap. My hands went to his shoulders for support as I stare at the familiar tattoo on his chest.

"I don't like the stretch marks on my body." I mumbled quietly, playing with the ends of the comforter.

He lifted my chin up, "I love them." he shrugged.

"Ian." I sighed and tried to get up but his arms snaked around my hips to keep me in place.

"I love them because they are a constant reminder of what you went through to bring Rafael into this world and how strong you are. They only add to how beautiful you already are, tesoro."

I cast him a look from beneath my eyelashes with a small frown, "When you put it like that..." I trailed.

"I am just stating facts, tesoro." He whispered and kissed my forehead.

"I love you." I pecked his lips.

"That's not what you said last night." He teased.

"You know what I meant." I roll my eyes playfully.

"Don't fuckin' roll your eyes at me, Sia."

"I'll try." I shrugged and tried to get up.

"Where are you going?"

"To check up on Rafael."

"I just did. He woke up for a while but went back to sleep a few minutes ago." He informed.

"Oh." I said and nodded my head.

"So, do you fancy another r-" He started to ask but I placed my hand over his mouth.

"No, I don't. Cara is coming over for lunch with Javier and Lucia."

Cara had a baby girl a month after our wedding and named her Lucia. She was a little bundle of sunshine who was almost always smiling or giggling. And now Cara was pregnant with her second child and I could see Javier acting exactly like Ian which made me give him a piece of my mind and ever since, he's been laying low.

He groaned in annoyance and held me against his chest, "Can they not? We had a grand family gathering not even three days ago." He tsked.

I glare at him, "You're so mean."

"No, all I want-"

"For Christmas, is you." I cut him.

"Right. Christmas is around the corner and we're gonna meet them all anyways." He whined.

Whined.

"Dear God, bless this man child." I sighed out.

"I don't know about that but will you be so kind to bless me with that body of yours?"

"May Lord forgive you, amen to that." I said and made a praying gesture with my hands.

"I feel like I am in a church." He scoffed.

"And you're horny." I fake gasped.

He started to tickle my sides making me laugh throwing my head back, "I am sorry." I wheezed.

"I am not." he responded and flipped us around before continuing his assault.

Finally, he stopped when I was struggling to breathe and leaned down to kiss me.

"I love you so fuckin' much." He whispered huskily.

"To infinity and beyond." I said and pulled him down for another kiss.

A/N: I WISH I COULD SAY I AM NOT SOBBING BUT I SO AM. I PROMISED YOU GUYS BONUS CHAPTERS FOR THIS STORY AND I INTEND TO KEEP IT.

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