He grins, his face flushed and gloriously smug. “I’ve been counting the days.”
After we’ve cleaned up, we lay still wrapped in each other and the warmth of the sheets.
Alessio rolls onto his side and tucks a strand of hair behind my ear.
“I’ve got to head out soon.” The reluctance in his voice is soft but real. “Wine tasting at the Hotel Plaza. Valentina's Vineyard is killing it.”
I kiss his jaw, smiling. “My husband. Brand ambassador. Domestic sex god.”
He laughs low and smug. “I try.”
This is our life now, messy and real, built from chaos and held together by choice. Grounded in everything we fought for.
He still travels. Still has late-night phone calls with Enzo and Valentino. Still gets pulled into strategy meetings that run longer than they should.
But he always comes home.
To me.
And while he builds the vineyard’s future, I built mine too.
With Dad officially retired and Denver stepping into his own, I’ve taken on a senior partner role at Prestige.
It’s not always glamorous, balancing motherhood, mergers, and client crises, but it’s my life. And I’m damn proud of it.
As he pulls on his shirt, I pad into the room with a stick clutched in my hand and my heart pounding.
“I was going to wait until dinner, but I’m impatient.”
I hold my hand up to him.
He freezes mid-button at the t clearly on display
“Wait… Are you…?”
I nod, lips curling into a grin I can’t contain.
He drops his shirt. “Again?”
I laugh, eyes stinging with happy tears. “Baby number two. On the way.”
He grabs me, lifting me off the floor like I weigh nothing.
My breath catches, a rush of joy and disbelief hitting all at once as my arms fly around his neck.
He spins me once before pulling me close. “I’m going to need a minute. Or five. Or a lifetime.”
I’m laughing and crying and swearing he can’t pick me up like that when I’m pregnant, but he doesn’t let go.
“I love you, Mrs. Sophie Marchetti,” he whispers against my mouth. “Now and forever. More and more each day.”
The End.
