Sun of My Life

Bonus Chapter 'Say that word I like...'

Adrien

Lately, life has been good. More than good. I was fucking happy. I was happily married to the most beautiful woman on God's green Earth and had two beautiful children with her.

Antonio and I took a weekend off to go fishing, and we spent the entire time bonding, talking, fishing, and laughing. It was something that Chiara thought of, saying it would be nice to form new traditions, and Antonio loved nature and animals.

So it made sense to go on a fishing trip. We left Friday evening, arrived at the cabin I bought, and then from there, it was just Antonio and me.

I thought it would be awkward, maybe even off, but as we sat there...everything felt normal. I felt like I could make up for every time I treated him harshly, brutally, but it didn't matter.

Antonio had told me more than once that there was nothing to forgive, that he loved me. God. Too sweet, just like his mother. The older he got, the more he reminded me of myself when I was younger.

He even looked like me, and at the age of fifteen, he was shaping and growing to be even more handsome and more brilliant than me. His mother insisted that he keep his hair cut, and since then, Antonio refused to grow it out, saying his mamá liked it short.

Chiara had more than grown into her role as his mother, and over the five years we've been together, she's gone above and fucking beyond to be the best mother to Antonio and Marisa, our one-year-old little girl.

Besides her sweet, nurturing, and compassionate heart, she was the best fucking wife a man could ever have. She was patient, understanding, forgiving, and kind-hearted.

Just as I had my wife memorized in more ways than one, Chiara could read me from across a room, could know what I wanted before the words tumbled out of my mouth.

Our connection was forged through a tumultuous journey of shared pain and heartache, yet it was also imbued with so much fucking love that it staggered me sometimes.

To this day, I remain committed to becoming the best version of myself, the only one deserving of her and her love. My wife deserves nothing less than the entire universe and all its wonders, from the vastness of the skies and galaxies to the most precious jewels and diamonds.

Her worth is immeasurable, and I will always strive every single day, until my very last breath, to make her feel cherished and adored.

She was my heart, my soul, my every breath, my very own sun on Earth, and I'd murder any man that would ever harm my ray of sunshine or even touch a hair on her head. Yeah, I was a possessive fucker. Thankfully, so was my wife.

Anticipation coursed through me as I counted down the moments until I could finally return home to her after being apart for three long days. It wasn't just the physical intimacy that I craved.

I longed to see her smile again, to be captivated by the mesmerizing blue of her eyes that always took my very lucidity away, and to feel the tender caress of her fingers trace over my tattoos as she talked about her day.

I missed the sensation of running my fingers through her soft, moonlit blonde hair as she nestled her cheek against my chest. I missed her familiar scent, her warmth, her. Fuck, I missed her beyond words.

"Mamá," Antonio dropped his bags on the ground and ran right into Chiara's.

He used to be so small, and now he was taller than her, and he engulfed her in his arms. She chuckled, hugging him back and rubbing his arms as she pulled away.

She stood in a too-sexy cotton flower-printed summer dress that hugged and kissed every inch of her curves. Her hair was let down in its natural wavy state, and each tendril fell down her back elegantly.