Page 102 of Unspoken Obsession

I giggle and blush again as he lifts me back onto my feet.

It is the perfect wedding, the perfect dinner, and the perfect night.

Damion shares the room with Clarissa, and Dante and I have a very magical night that we will both keep in our hearts forever.

Back in Las Vegas,I am now known as Mrs. Russo.

My business is growing bigger by the day with the help of my gorgeous husband.

We have moved into Dante's mansion, keeping the penthouse for those times we want to stay over there. Damion demanded to have the jungle room recreated in the mansion too. I think it makes him secure - like the dinosaurs and thick green leaves represent his own space.

Often, I look back over everything that has happened and wonder how we got so lucky that it all worked out.

My son is getting bolder. I can see his confidence levels shining more every day. He has a beautiful, gentle-hearted man to teach him things about life that only a father can really teach a son. And I have a man who will do anything for me to see me smile.

He keeps telling me that my heart belongs to him.

But we all know I am the one who is hopelessly, madly, and completely in love.

DANTE

Six months of married bliss has made me an incredibly fortunate man.

I still struggle every day with thoughts of my sister and what happened to her, but at least I have found peace with it.

I roll over in bed and pull my wife closer to me. She seems to get too warm and night and try to sneak away from me, but I won't let it happen. I want her right up close to me.

"I told you—" she mumbles, half asleep, "I get too hot when I'm pregnant. It happened the first time too."

"I'll turn the air conditioning up. But you aren't escaping cuddle time." I chuckle, holding her tighter in case she thinks she can wiggle away again.

"Mm. I think the morning sickness is starting. I don't feel that amazing."

She grumbles, snuggling into me despite the heat radiating from her skin and the thin layer of perspiration glowing on her forehead.

"Do you need me to help you to the bathroom?"

She props herself up on her elbows. "I had a whole baby all by myself the first time around." She says, sassy and moody.

"The first time around I wasn't there to take care of you. So, this time around I have to make up for it by doing extra."

She grins, shaking her head. She can never stay moody with me for too long because as soon as I see her struggling with anything at all I make sure I make it easier for her. I can't imagine what it is like to grow an entire baby in your body - the exhaustion and the discomfort and the weird things that happen, like the mood swings and cravings - and watching the start of her pregnancy now I feel guilt for not being there to help her when she had Damion.

"I love you, Dante. You might not have been there the first time - but I was the one who ran away, and you make every day the most special day since - oh - no?—"

She bolts out of bed and runs for the bathroom, just making it in time.

I chuckle. Even though I feel bad for her struggles, I love taking care of her and she still makes me laugh even through it all.

I walk into the bathroom and pull her hair away from her face, holding it up for her. When she is done throwing up her left lung, I hand her a damp cloth, and she wipes her face.

"Wow, that was close. You almost had an extra special morning."

"Well, as long as it isn't as bad as what happened last week - I'll be fine."

She blushes red. Last week, before she even knew she was pregnant, she threw up all over me one morning in the car.

It was the first hint that we were about to have another little bundle of joy running around the house.

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