^^Lara

Lara's POV

My eyes were closed as I meditated. I felt my aura be equally distributed throughout my body. It was freeing in a sense to be able to feel all the energy throughout my body. The door was then flung open, making me open my eyes. Mila stood with a shocked pikachu face. Right, she hasn't really seen me use magic.

I stopped levitating and stood on my feet. I then cocked my head to the side since I thought she was shocked to see me floating. I then followed her line of sight to see her staring at my bra. I then smirked since I was in lingerie with an open robe. I chuckled and tied the robe, much to Mila's disappointment.

"How may I help the Capo?" I leaned against the bed.

"Let's do something." She opened the wardrobe and pulled out an outfit. "Change into these." She smiled.

"No." I watched her smile drop.

"What? Why? I thought we could-"

"There's no way I'm wearing jeans." I scoffed and crossed my arms in defiance.

"What?"

"I want a dress or a skirt. I don't do jeans. Jeans are so basic."

"Are you serious right now?" Mila looked perplexed as to why I was creating such a big deal about this.

"I'm from France and we take fashion very seriously. I don't do jeans. Some women like it, but it's so common. I like the femininity a dress or skirt offers me."

"Pants may be the better option-"

"Then find me dressed pants. Not jeans though."

"Okay." Mila rolled her eyes and handed me charcoal pants. "Just change into-"

"Nuh uh." I shook my head.

"What now?!"

"These pants don't go with that shirt." I stood and walked to the wardrobe. "Can I just wear a dress?"

"Fine." Mila threw her hands up. "Do whatever."

"I'm totally wearing these heels too." I dangled them near her face.

"You're a brat." She pointed out.

"A deserving one too." I air kissed her and changed in front of her. Mila averted her eyes, making me snicker. "How do I look?"

"You already know."

"Ya, but I want to hear the compliment." I cockily spoke.

"Hot."

"You too, babe." I imitated an American accent.

Mila giggled and took my hand. She dragged me out the room and around the villa. The staffers eyed our clasped hands, but Mila paid them no mind. We walked out of the villa and to a local park. I noticed a picnic basket underneath a tree. Mila released my hand and sat on the blanket. She smiled and patted the spot next to her. I sat next to her and placed a swift kiss on her cheek. I pulled away and saw a blush coating her cheeks.

Mila cleared her throat and rummaged through the basket. She pulled out the different sandwiches, fruits, cheeses, crackers, and pastries. Yep, my girl could eat. Then she pulled out the most important thing... WINE! I didn't wait for her to uncork it. I grabbed it and applied the correct amount of pressure to the neck of the bottle to propel the cork out. I then poured two glasses and sipped mine.

"Yum." I smiled.

"I'm trying to understand if you're a borderline alcoholic." Mila ate one of the sandwiches.

"Yep!" I smiled and drank more.

"I understand your preferred diet, but not even a bite of food?"

"Food makes me nauseous, my love." I averted my eyes and observed the kids running around. "Besides that, food reduces us from being at our optimal level. I'll make an analogy... blood would be like a person being on a strict diet of meat and vegetables. You'd see the physical results on a person. Now, add sugar into that diet and the returns diminish. When gearing for battle, vampires go a week without human food. Just a pure blood diet to get their strength and abilities to their optimal level."

"Sounds unfortunate that you can't have a nice and tasty dessert." She teased.

"I mean you are the sweetest desert, so..." I winked while she blushed. "This is nice. We used to do this a lot."

"I know." I gave her a confused look. "Chiara mentioned my love of going on picnics with you. She mentioned you'd normally cook the foods, but I couldn't have you cook the foods if I wanted this to be a surprise. Plus, how can you cook if you don't eat? Actually, do you wish you could eat the food you cooked?"

"I guess for years I've been accustomed to just making food and giving others my creation. I never really thought about what it'd be like, to try my own food. I get the pleasure from cooking by seeing people's satisfied smiles. Plus, my nose breathes in the devious scent, my tongue can taste the spices in the air, and my eyes drink in the flavor. I just use my other senses to gain a similar satisfaction."

"I see." Mila stopped eating her cannoli. 'Can you... can you tell me about what we did together?"

"Of course." I turned to fully face her. "Before or after I became acting monarch? Because I didn't feel like a good wife to you then."

"Umm... before? And I'm sure you were perfect." Mila smiled.

"Well, I agree I am perfect." Mila rolled her eyes at my words. "But my actions towards you didn't feel stellar. I'd often comment on how it felt like I was neglecting you. You'd brush off my concerns and find new and unique ways to spend time with me, but still." I breathed out.

"You're sweet. I'm sure there was a plausible explanation... like an increased workload." She snickered.

"Ya, ya." I rolled my eyes. "Anyways, you'd often force me to watch shirty reality tv like the Bachelor, Love Island, Love is Blind... sense a theme yet?" Mila loudly laughed at my words. "I was always more into the action shows or anything with spy stuff. You were never into those since you claimed they were far too inaccurate of your former job. Besides, I always preferred reading to watching that rotten metallic box. I'd lie on the couch or bed and read. More often than not, you'd work your way underneath my arm and rest your head on my chest as I read. You'd sometimes demand I read aloud until you fell asleep. And I'd lay perfectly still as you drooled on my chest-"

"Shut up!" Mila gently slapped my chest and laughed. "What else?"

"You'd order me to cook for you... like a lot. Like every 2 hours." Mila groaned at my words. "That little monster is scary." I poked her stomach, making her slap my finger away. "We'd go for a stroll at the parks a lot. We would do those paddle boat things for couples... like the one that looks like a goose and is for two people." I giggled. "Have a lot of picnics where you'd wolf down the food. You would force me to work out with you. I hate going for jogs with you since running is like so boring. But you claim you need to keep your body in shape or whatever-"

"Can you lose weight?" Mila inquired.

"Damn, I didn't realize I let myself go that badly." Mila's eyes widened at my words. "I'm kidding." I grinned.

"I didn't mean it like that." She hid her face in my shoulder. "I was just curious about your anatomy."

"Umm... it's possible." I slowly spoke. "For humans that turn into vampires, the answer is no. They are stuck at their human weight. For born vampires, you could, technically gain muscles, but it's incredibly difficult. Vampires are typically slender, so we rarely work out. We train with fighting, but that's to further our combat skills rather than get into shape."

"Interesting." Mila's smile slowly fell and I could feel her mood turn somber. "What about our girls?" She sniffled. "It kills me that I can't remember birthing my greatest pride and joys."

"Our girls are very complicated, but are amazing in their own ways. You love them with your entire being and are an exceptional mother. I fall more and more in love with you whenever I see your interaction with them. You were able to rehabilitate Yeira and I could never repay you for that."

Mila covered her face with her hands and started crying. My heart broke at seeing her fragile state. I can't imagine what it'd be like not to remember your own children... actually, I can. I forgot one before, but not two. Although it pains me, I can deal with her not remembering me. I'd just make her fall in love with me again, but to not remember your own kids... now that's a kind of pain I wouldn't wish on anybody. Mila kept muttering about how could she be a good mother if she can't even picture her children's faces.

I held Mila close as she wept against my chest. Mila played with her wedding ring and claimed that she never took it off, even when she didn't remember who gave it to her. Mila kept whispering the vow etched in her wedding band: forever and more. Mila's teary eyes met my sympathetic ones. I kissed her temple, which seemed to soothe her.

"Okay, enough with the somber stuff." She pulled out my hold and wiped her tears. "Tell me something stupid or funny. I want a funny memory." Mila's voice cracked.

"Hmm... you were a demon when pregnant." She released an offended gasp. "Thank god the chefs had me on call because you were an absolute nightmare! Every hour, on the hour, you'd ring them and be like 'I'm hungry'. And then you'd wake up in the middle of the night and hunt me down to cook for you. I'd have to abandon my book to feed you, the little gremlin. And then you'd have the nerve to say that you were eating for three. And it's like no, love, you're just a food glutton with an excuse." I laughed when she repeatedly slapped my arm. "But Zena has your insatiable appetite and Yeira is more restrained."

"Whatever-"

"Or that time you ate something really bad and had a stomach bug. You went to bed and farted. And it was the smelliest thing ever that it woke you up. You were gagging and-"

"OMG, LARA!"

"Or that time you stapled your finger to paper and released a stream of curse words. Or took a massive shit and it wouldn't flush, so you reached into the toilet bowl, wrapped it in toilet paper and panicked because you didn't know where to dispose of-"

"Fuck off!"

Mila surprised me by pushing me onto my back. She straddled me and held my wrists. Mila playfully glared at me while I was enamored by her beauty. It didn't take long for her to realize our compromising position. Mila gulped and pulled back. I won't lie, I was disappointed. Mila then whispered fuck it before crashing our lips together. I broke her hold and cupped our face as we passionately kissed.

We kissed for a bit longer before Mila had to breathe. I smiled as she sat in my lap. Mila tucked her hair behind her ear as she gazed down at me.

"You did have a kink for being on top." I teased, causing her to blush and look away.

"Lara, I may not remember you, but I'm falling in love with you."

"Wasn't that hard." I snarked, making her shut me up with kisses.

"I may never recover my memories, but I'm open to making new ones with you."

My eyes involuntarily watered, so I sniffed. Mila blushed and hid her face in my neck. I pulled back, so we could properly stare at each other. I then leaned up and captured her lips with mine. Mila closed her eyes and got lost in the kiss. I ran my hands slowly up her sides. I wanted to feel every part of her flesh underneath my fingers. My fingers managed to lift her shirt over her head as well as pull down her pants. Mila held my face as she remained in her lingerie. What that woman's body does to me.

The back of my hand managed to come in contact with her panties. She pulled back and saw the smirk on my face. She rolled my eyes while I arched a brow at her being soaking wet for me. Mila placed a hand on my chest and pushed me back down. I smirked and managed to slip my thumb into her panties, where I circled and teased her clit. Mila stiffened, allowing for me to push her on her back and get on top. Her breathing started to become ragged as I pleasured her.

Mila wrapped her legs around my waist right as I penetrated her. Mila's back arched as I pumped my fingers in and out of her. She was struggling to control her breathing and began to pant. She locked eyes with me right before orgasming. Mila's breathing slowly returned to normal and she watched me remove my fingers. I licked them and made sure she watched me moan at tasting her.

I then leaned down and deeply kissed her. Mila sighed into the kiss and held my face. I then broke the kiss and started kissing down her neck. I then kissed her collarbone and every piece of flesh I could find on her chest, and then her abdomen, and then I kissed every square inch on both her legs. And finally, I placed a gentle kiss to her clit, making her flinch. I looked up to see Mila close to tears.

"Every part of you deserves to be loved properly." I looked down and bit my lip. "This was like our first time." I looked up to see a tear rolling down her cheek. "I love you so much." I kissed her fingers. "So, so much."

"La-"

"You may never remember me, but I will make you remember the feeling of love." I then kissed her lips.

A few more chapters to go!