His eyes search mine, looking for a reaction. “So, what are you saying?”
Enzo’s gaze holds onto mine, intense and full of love. “Mandy,” he begins, his voice steady but filled with emotion, “from the moment we met, you've been the force that's driven me to be a better man. You and the twins have given me a purpose that goes beyond anything I’ve ever known.”
He takes a deep breath, his hands reaching into his pocket. “I've spent every day thankful for you, for us. And I want to spendevery day from here on making sure you know how much you mean to me.” He pulls out a small box and opens it to reveal a stunning diamond ring that sparkles under the orange sky. “Mandy, will you marry me?”
Tears well up in my eyes as I nod vigorously, overwhelmed by the love I feel in the moment. “Yes, Enzo, a thousand times, yes!”
As he slips the ring onto my finger, a perfect fit, I can’t hold back any longer. “I have a surprise, too,” I say, my voice trembling with excitement. “We’re going to have another baby.”
The shock and joy on his face mirror the emotions swirling within me. “Really?” he gasps, his smile so wide it could light up the night. “You make me so fucking happy.”
He pulls me into his arms, and we embrace, our hearts beating as one, our future unfolding bright and beautiful before us. “I love you, Mandy,” he whispers into my hair.
“I love you too, Enzo,” I whisper back, feeling the ring on my finger, the promise of forever etched deep within its glittering stone.
Back in our bedroom, the entire world seems to shrink until it's just the two of us, wrapped in the warm afterglow of our big news. As he draws me close, his kiss is a slow burn, deep and resonant, like it's sealing our promises and dreams all at once.
His hands roam familiar paths down my back, untying the knot of my dress with a deft flick of his hand. The fabric falls to the floor, and his appreciative murmur sends a thrill racing through me.
"Still the best view in Malibu," he teases, voice low, as his lips trail a fiery path down my neck. I'm quick to peel his shirt away,revealing those hard-earned muscles I never tire of exploring. Every touch from him sparks a little more heat, a delicious pressure building where I need him most.
Guiding me back toward the bed with that sure, gentle strength of his, he lays me down under the dying light of the sun streaming through our windows. He hovers above me, his presence a solid comfort. There’s a reverence in the way he touches me, each kiss and caress a word in the love language we’ve perfected over the years.
His lips capture mine again, hungry and insistent, and when he finally moves within me, it's with a rhythm that’s all too familiar yet endlessly exciting. The sensation of him, so close and so intense, pulls a gasp from my lips, morphing into a moan that fills the room. I lock my legs around him, drawing him deeper, lost in the rhythm we set together.
The sunset casts a golden glow around us, turning our room into a canvas painted with the hues of our passion. As we move together, the outside world fades to nothing—there's just here, just now, just us. Each thrust deepens not only our connection but the promise of our future, a dance as old as time but always new with him.
The climax comes like an ocean wave crashing over us, intense and all-consuming. As we cling to each other, riding out the aftershocks, his breath is hot against my ear. Enzo murmurs those three words that still send my heart racing, "I love you so damn much."
"Forever and always, babe." We’re just a tangle of limbs and heartbeats now, watching the last of the sun slip below the horizon, our world perfectly, wonderfully complete.
