𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐬¹ ✓

Eighteen*

Reconcile {verb} - cause to coexist in harmony; make or show to be compatible

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𝓣𝓱𝓮 day passed by quickly, too quickly in Marcus' opinion. He wanted to spend more time with the boys but Olivia was adamant about keeping their bedtime.

"Don't pout, it's not a good look on you." Olivia joked as she joined him outside. Tony had gone to bed early that day saying he had work to catch up on tomorrow.

"Give me a kiss and maybe I'll stop." He joked, making her chuckle as she looked up at the night sky.

As always, the night sky was beautiful. It reminded her of the night she proposed to Marcus.

"Nice try." He shrugged, "Worth a shot." She shook her head, a slight smile on her face and even in the dark, he could see it.

They sat next to each other, shoulders brushing making sparks dance around them. Olivia held back every urge she had to lean into those sparks. To not lean into the love they had.

She was starting to confuse herself. She didn't know whether to forgive him yet. Especially now that she'd be bringing the boys back with them.

Marcus is still their father, a good one, and she can't deny wanting him in both their lives and hers.

She misses her husband more now than ever. Having him right in front of her and denying herself the pleasure of being in his arms was eating up at her.

Olivia looked over at him, the moonlight shining just at the right angle on his face. His lashes were long and his lips were plump.

She drew her bottom lip between her teeth, biting down slightly to fight the urge to kiss him the same way she did on their wedding night. Especially knowing he'd accept it with great pleasure.

He was, and will always be, the love of her life.

That she would never deny but she couldn't let herself get weak. Her job was too dangerous to let it be known that she loved.

Her sons were already at risk for simply sharing the same blood as her. She vowed to keep them secret once brought back to France.

There was no reason for anyone to know she had a weakness and letting her husband back in was just creating more.

"Marcus?" Her mouth moved before her brain could stop it. He hummed a response, finally looking over at her. "When we bring the boys back to France, promise to keep them safe? Promise that no matter what, they'll be your priority." A certain man something rang behind her words but he's learned not to ask.

"Of course." He answered immediately, a small smile growing on his handsome face and at that moment, every single thought she ever had of letting his get away again went out the window.

"Olivia, whether you ask me of it or not, I will always protect our boys." He placed his big rough hand on her soft blushed cheek, rubbing her thumb over her cheekbone sending shivers of need throughout her body.

She looked between his eyes and then down at his lips and suddenly she was no longer thinking with her brain but with her heart.