Two years later (Epilogue pt. 2)
I groaned, exhausted from being up all night with our two year old toddler Aurora and our six month old Felicity. "Go away, Enzo. I'm trying to get some sleep."

I heard the sound of heavy footsteps and then the blanket was ripped off my body, a breeze attacking my once warm body.

I jolted upright, grabbing him my his arms and pulling him down onto the bed. He plopped down with a grunt and rolled onto his back.

Climbing on top of him, I straddled his hips and wrapped my fingers around his throat. I glowered down at him for having my beauty sleep interrupted. "What do you want?"

"I have something I want to show you."

"Can't it wait later?" I whined.

"No." Picking me up, he tossed me over his shoulder and carried me outside to the front lawn where Javier was babysitting the kids.

Setting me down on my feet, I turned around and nudged him in his abdomen with my elbow. He lurched forward, grunting and cursing under his breath.

"Mama!" Aurora called, her tiny voice drawing my attention. Her black curls bounced all over her head as she ran into my arms. Kissing all over her face, she giggled, her missing front tooth exposed.

I looked back when I saw her golden green eyes focused on something behind me. "Papa's hurt." She frowned, wiggling free from my hold to run over and check up on her father.

Javier snickered and I flipped him off, rolling my eyes.

"I'm okay, Rory." He picked her up, glancing at me with a smug smile. "Come on, piccolina(little one). Let's show mama what we did for her on Mother's Day."

She's such a daddy's girl.

Walking up to Javier, who was still snickering, he grabbed Felicity from his arms and motioned me to follow him into the garden he and Javier have been working on for the last few weeks.

Tying the laces to my robe tighter, I did my best not to fall behind in my fuzzy black slippers. They paused, the sun shining down on a wooden round gazebo.

A picnic blanket and basket was set up in the middle of the gazebo, a variety of garden roses surrounding the gazebo.

Tears started to well up in my eyes when I realized what kinds of roses were decorating the garden.

Black roses for Lorenzo, red roses for me, sunset pink borealis roses for Aurora, and a combination of lavender and green roses for Felicity.

"Is all this for me?" I asked, lightly brushing a single red rose with the tips of my finger, and using my other hand to wipe away the tears streaming down my face.

Lorenzo nodded. "I have one more gift for you." Handing the kids back to Javier, Lorenzo unbuttoned his shirt and peeled off his dress shirt. I stared at him with confusion, wondering why he was getting undressed in front of Javier and our kids.

Slowly turning around, my eyes widened. His entire back was covered in roses similar to the sleeve on his arm, each one with our name inked in cursive on the inside of the rose.

I stepped forward and he flexed his back muscles, allowing me to reach out and trace the art with my fingers. "This is beautiful."

"I was going to match the single rose you got tatted on your spine last year, but I wanted my other roses to be included." He says, smiling at Aurora and Felicity. "Do you like it?"

"I love it."

Turning to face me, he leaned down, planting a heated kiss on my lips and mumbled into my mouth. "Happy Mother's Day, sweetheart."

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We spent all day outside with the kids, eating and enjoying watching the stars. Lorenzo even had lights decorated all over the garden, so it looked even more beautiful at night.

The kids ended up falling asleep earlier than expected, so I had Javier and Greta put them to bed.

Kissing Lorenzo's fingers, I sucked one into my mouth, hoping he'd catch the hint that I was in the mood.

Pulling me onto his lap, he pulled my hair, exposing my neck to his starving eyes. His breath tickled my skin, a growl erupting from the base of his throat.

His free hand slipped underneath my sundress, his fingers brushing up my thigh and settling on my heat. The pad of his thumb teased my bud and a moan poured out of me.

"Quit teasing and give me what I want already." I was growing frustrated and impatient the more he delayed my release.

Pushing my panties to the side, he inserted a finger, watching the way I gasped and bit down on my bottom lip. Humming, I propelled my hips forward, panting and begging for more. "Please..."

He was finding the torture he was afflicting on me amusing. "Please what?"

"Fuck me," I drew out breathlessly.

Unzipping his pants, he spread me open and roughly rammed his cock inside me. I leaned back on him, raking my fingers through my hair while he drilled into me.

Throwing my head back, I stare up at the moon. I think about where I was and who I was all those years ago.

I think about what I lost, especially who and what I had to lose to get here. And I think about the journey Lorenzo and I had to go through in order to get to where we are now.

It was one hell of a bumpy road. And it was one that I thought for sure would end up with us driving over a cliffs to our deaths. But instead, we drove towards a destination we never thought possible.

Love.

Family.

Happiness.

Fuck, I'm so in love with this man.

And it's a feeling I still can't believe I'm feeling. Especially towards someone I held so much animosity for. I wanted him dead and gone out of my life forever. But now I can't imagine a life without him.

I dip my head back down to look at him. We stare directly into each other's eyes, both of our bodies experiencing an orgasm so intense that I collapse onto him, all of my stamina having been expended.

Wrapping his muscular arms around me, I melt into his embrace, never wanting to let go or move from this position.

"I hate you," I whisper, my eyelids heavy as they fight to pull me down into a deep sleep.

"I hate you too," he whispers back, rubbing my back gently. "Now get some rest."

"Goodnight, Enzo."

"Goodnight, amore mia(my love)."