Loving The Lawyer (18+)

Chapter 50 (Epilogue)

Kingston's POV

Five years after the wedding

"We make beautiful kids, don't we?" Dario murmurs against my neck as we sway to the beat of the music playing through the outdoor speakers. His arms are wrapped around my waist as I balance our two-year-old son on my hip.

"Mmhmm," I hum. My attention wholly on my six-year-old daughter fighting over a pool floaty shaped like a Unicorn with her best friend. Arabella has a huge smile on her face as she dodges Vasily's attempts to lunge for her and tackle her to the water.

"I know what you're thinking and the answer is no," Dario says sternly. "No child of mine will date a Russian."

And that caught my attention. "Dario, how many times have I told you I will leave your ass if you do not learn to get along with Anatoly?"

He frowns against my skin. "Juan doesn't get along with him so why should I?"

"Juan is not my husband and they're my best friends. I enjoy having two men fighting over me during the day and having my sexy husband fuck me at night."

"You're evil, Mrs. DaVino."

I smirk. "An evil genius."

Rocco slaps my cheek with his chubby little hand, gaining my attention. Okay, rude. There were other ways to get my attention, little fucker, instead of physical abuse.

"Such a needy little fucker you are," I muse. I lift Rocco from my lap and hold him in front of me with outstretched arms. "Aren't you, Rocco? So needy, handsome boy." I kiss his little cheeks and he thrashes in my arms and giggles in that adorable way babies giggle.

Dario spins me around by my waist and brings me into his chest. He places Rocco on his shoulder and holds him up with one arm while the other tucks a strand of hair behind my ear. "I love watching you with our kids."

I smile and lean up on the tips of my toes to give him a small kiss. Rocco leans in with his head and bonks it against mine, giggling like a maniac as I pull back and rub the top of my head. Little shit.

Rocco is so much like me, too much like me. At only two years old I can already tell this little shit is a future psychopath. He's a little too happy when I tell him about missions and I little too excited when violent scenes come on the tv.

A few weeks ago he picked up the gun Dario left laying around and fired a perfect shot through the middle of this god-awful pillow I've been yearning to throw out for years but never did because it was Gianna's favorite pillow. We're really responsible parents, usually. It was just that one slip-up that had us keeping an extra eye on him. He tends to get into a lot of things he's not supposed to.

Arabella on the other hand is nothing like me. She is more like Dario, calm and emotionally intelligent. She definitely got my intelligence when it comes to cognitively. Arabella prefers to stay calm and think logically before reacting. She got the best of both worlds with Dario and I as her parents. Both of our kids hit the genetic jackpot.

"Can we have another one?" Dario says out of the blue. Bitch what? Another one! This bitch wants another one. We can barely handle the mini psycho on his shoulder and he wants another baby.

"Fuck no! What? Since when do you want another one?" I sputter because I have no idea what to say in a situation like this. Both of our kids were unplanned. Well, I guess you could say Arabella was planned because technically I knew I wasn't on birth control when we conceived her. I just happened to forget at the time because nothing else mattered at that moment except the desire I felt for the man I hadn't seen for months.