Page 98 of Dark Mafia Vows

“I didn’t realize how much I missed this,” she murmurs. “I missed being here. The kitchen...everything.”

“You don’t have to miss it anymore,” I say, moving closer to her. “You’re home now.”

She turns to me, her eyes soft and grateful. “I know,” she says, resting her head against my chest. “It just feels good. Really good.”

I hold her for a moment, the two of us standing there in the quiet kitchen, the house filled with an odd sense of calm. This is where we belong. Together.

I receive a call later that evening for an urgent, quick meeting. Ginny doesn’t mind me leaving, claiming that my business is also important, and I shouldn’t neglect it because of her.

I leave, not because of what she said, but because I know it’ll be a very short meeting at a restaurant. The whole time I’m away, I can’t stop thinking about Ginny. About how unreal everything seems to be.

I chuckle in the middle of the meeting when I remember she’s asked me to buy her some ice cream on my way back. I think it may be a pregnancy craving at this point.

My blood is thrumming with excitement when I get home later. I immediately head upstairs and toward my bedroom, where she was when I left. As I push the door open, I stop dead in my tracks.

All of Ginny’s things—her clothes, her books, even the little things she keeps on her nightstand—are now in my room. Our room.

I stand there, my heart pounding, and it’s as if I’m seeing the future right in front of me. This is it. This is what I’ve been waiting for.

Ginny is on her knees in the middle of the room, arranging some of her things into a box. When she turns to look at me, I see a mischievous glint dancing in her eyes.

“Surprise.”

I walk toward her, my chest tight with emotion. “You did this while I was gone?”

She nods. “I’m tired of us having separate rooms.”

A chuckle slips past my lips, one of disbelief, of happiness, of joy. “You have no idea how much this means to me.”

“Oh, I do,” she drawls.

I chuckle before pulling her body up against mine. “I have to finish unpacking,” she whines as I carry her to the bed, laying her back against the mattress as I hover over her.

“You can finish that later.” I kiss her neck, and her breath hitches as my kiss goes lower.

“You know pregnant women can’t have sex, right?”

I halt, leaning up to look at her face, my eyes searching hers. “You’re lying.”

“I’m not,” she says, but I see a smile cracking through her facade.

A loud laugh bursts out of her lips.

“You should have seen your face!”

I tickle her sides, her laugh turning into gasps as tears run down her eyes, before settling right beside her and pulling her body flush against mine.

“Fine. We won’t have sex for nine months,” I murmur in her ear.

She giggles, snuggling closer to me and resting her head on my chest.

“We both know that’s not possible,” she whispers back, her hand tracing lazy circles on my arm. “You’ll go crazy.”

I laugh. I’ve realized laughing comes easy to me these days, ever since I met Ginny again. I feel different. Happier. Lighter. As if all the weight of the past is finally lifting.

“The wedding is the day after tomorrow,” I say quietly, my fingers brushing through her hair.

She hums in agreement, her voice soft. “I can’t believe it’s almost here.”

---