The Mafia King's Nicotine

Chapter 32

"You look much better," Vivian said wiping a paper towel over his wet beard, trying to get out the last of the cake crumbs, "did I ever tell you how hideous you are?" She wrinkled her nose in sarcastic disgust.

"Oh? Am I?" He asked smiling at her cute, scrunched up face.

"Yes! Your face makes babies cry," She giggled, turning towards the mirror in the bathroom, to make sure she got everything off of her face.

He came up behind her and placed his hands on her stomach, leaning down to kiss the side of her neck, "you wanna test that theory?" Soon. Maybe a little over 9 months and their first child would be here.

"It's not a theory it's a law." She swatted his face away with the paper towel, knowing exactly what he was getting at and was not having any of it.

"Ow." He flinched back, "You're gonna get it." He jokingly threatened, smiling widely at his wife in the mirror. His wife. He would never tire of saying that.

She snorted and threw the spoiled towel in the trash can, "hmm really? And what would that be?"

Spinning her around, he grabbed her by the waist and hoisted her up onto the small counter in front of the mirror. She let out a small squeal, adjusting herself so she wouldn't fall, using Erik's shoulders for balance.

He smirked as he pulled her closer standing in between her legs. He leaned forward and pulled her bottom lip between his, basking in her taste. She held onto his face, lacing one hand around the nape of his neck, pulling him closer.

"You're finally my wife. All mine." He spoke softly, her warm breath fanning his skin.

"Yours." She whispered, eyes closed, relishing his every touch, no longer afraid. All she wanted now was for him to hold her and never let go,

"Forever." He pecked her cheek softly, grinning widely at his wife's submission to him.

She sighed gently, "Is someone in love?" She mocked slightly, smiling.

"Madly. But how would you know? You wouldn't let me read my own vows, so..." He trailed off.

Her eyes flung open, "No. No! No!" She pushed against his shoulders but he didn't budge.

He grabbed both of her hands in his and pressed soft kisses to her palms, "Vivian, from the moment I first saw you, I was in love-"

"Ew! Stop!" She squealed in embarrassment, kicking her feet slightly under the long skirt.

His Cheshire grin only grew with her reaction and he leaned in closer to her, "You are so beautiful and so perfect. You are the only thing that keeps me sane and grounded. I would do anything for you, mon amour. Tu es le centre de mon monde." (You are the center of my world)

She squeezed her eyes tightly shut, turning away from him, trying not to smile. However, she could not hide her wild blush, bleeding through her foundation, giving away her dirty secret that she was enjoying this cringe-fest. She found weddings strange and being told that someone loved her was embarrassing, but she also adored how sweet he was with her.

"I vow to keep you safe. I vow to never hurt you on purpose. I vow to give you love and happiness for the rest of our lives."

She was not going to cry. She was not going to cry.

"Mon ange, please look at me." He asked. She slowly opened her eyes, trying to control the hailstorm of emotions inside her, "I vow to love you from this day on, forever. You are mine until the end of time."

A small tear brimmed at the corner of her eye and she shook her head, biting her lip, "I hate you." She whispered, "I hate you." Then when her smile broke and the tear fell from her eye, she knew she could never hate him.