Page 47 of Saving His Sunshine

“Because the first cupcakes you make belong to me." His lips descend on mine again, his kiss hot and hungry. "Been dreaming about eating them off this perfect fucking body for weeks now."

Heat rockets through me. "Hmm," I hum against his lips. "Maybe I can make that happen."

"Yeah?"

"Uh-huh." I press my tits to his chest, looping my arms around his neck. "Hey, Alessandro? Wanna go christen my new bak—"

I don't even get the question out before he scoops me up, my laughter pealing out around us.

"Oh, fuck yeah," he growls, practically bolting across the street toward the bakery—my bakery.

God, I can’t believe this crazy man bought me a building for my bakery. Actually, I can believe it. This growly, gorgeous firefighter would do anything for me.

My parents might not have wanted me, but that doesn’t hurt nearly as much as it did even a few weeks ago because Alessandro wants me.

He wants every single piece of me.

For once, life is pretty damn sweet.

No. It’s perfect.

Epilogue

Alessandro

Five Years Later

I hop out of my truck outside of Heidi’s bakery, slamming the door.

"Hi, Uncle Chief Baner!"

I glance to the right to see Bronx and Gemma's little girl waving frantically as Bronx carries her toward his truck, pink icing smeared all over her cherubic face.

"Hi, sweetheart," I say with a chuckle, waving back.

Bronx grins at me, shaking his head as the happy toddler accidentally smacks him in the face with a flailing hand. She's as spirited as her mama…exactly like my own baby girl. That little girl is Heidi's spitting image, and she has me wrapped around her tiny fucking finger just like her mama does.

She’s got our boys twisted around her little finger too. As far as they’re concerned, their baby sister can do no wrong. She’s two, and so damn full of life.

"See you at Garrett's later," Bronx calls over his shoulder, struggling to buckle the wiggling child into her car seat.

I chuckle again. For a fucking giant, he has his hands full with her. But I know him well enough to know that he loves every goddamn minute of it.

"Later, brother." I lift a hand in farewell before hurrying inside the bakery, eager to see my wife.

I stop short just inside the door, my cock turning to stone at the sight of my gorgeous wife. She’s behind the counter, one hand resting on the swell of her pregnant belly as she gossips with Aspen, a bright smile on her face.

Christ, she’s so fucking beautiful. And she only gets more beautiful every damn day.

It's been five years, and the way I feel about her only grows every damn minute. Some days, I think I may choke on it. Like right now, staring at her, knowing she's carrying another of my babies. There's nothing better. With her by my side and our little family growing, my life is perfect.

It’s been perfect every damn day since my menace of a dog broke into her house, and she stole my fucking heart. She can’t ever give it back to me now. It’s hers permanently.

She glances up as if sensing my eyes on her. Her gaze lands on me, and I don’t have to wonder if she feels the same. I see it painted across her face when it immediately lights up with happiness.

“Alessandro!” she cries.

My heart pulses in my chest, my feet moving toward her before I even issue the command. I pull her into my arms, kissing the shit out of her, tasting the sugar on her lips.

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