The Mob Boss's Retribution [18+]

epilogue

Blaire's POV (a couple years and some incidents later)

It was a horribly cold winter morning in Italy. And it was very rarely horribly cold and then people would still deny climate change. Bloody- Anyways, I was cutting back on cussing for a greater margin these days because James, my sweet baby boy, had picked up a couple of bad words from mama and Roman was not happy about it. Yes. He hated Jamie baby using works like 'fucking imbecile' not fit for a four year old I suppose.

Well, a little life update may be due at this point, I suppose. I was Blaire DeMarino now. Yes, I finally married Roman after endless groveling and growing up. I have a little boy whom I named James, just to break traditions and piss Roman off. That was one hobby that I still enjoyed and I celebrated my twenty-seventh birthday last month. Who knew my birthday and devil-o's birthday would be so close together. He turned thirty something three days before me. Fucking old. And yes, I did give him a healthy amount of Viagra pills, just in case his age messes with my best friend's sex life. Hehe. It was a blast.

After Roman and I fell out when I moved back to England, I realized there was a lot I was missing. The apartment was just that- an apartment and not a home. I missed everything and everyone in here. I couldn't stay long even though my pride and my rage made me stay some time. I came back to Roman because- well, isn't that what happens when you love someone? Well I suppose. Roman and I got married some time after and then we waited some time to have a child. It wasn't that the pregnancy was planned but it was not unplanned either. And my eight months twenty seven day long pregnancy was smooth as it could go, thank you for asking. It was Ariel who had the most trouble. Yikes. Do not fancy her pregnancy. Anywho Bubbles had two of those kids now. And me one. And they were the best things of life now. Blaire and Bubbles were mothers now and they did boring mother things like bake cupcakes and separate mint chocolate from nutty chocolate and discuss the hardness of poop. Yeah. Disgusting. But it is what it is because yes, motherhood for me was a full time job and everything else just didn't exist. This part of life was exciting and definitely unexpected. The love, the love alone was worth fighting for. But right now, I am freezing.

It was freezing.

"What the fuck-" pause "are you fucking doing outside?" It was Roman if anyone couldn't tell, my husband of five years and a couple of days who apparently just woke up and found it would be nice to to cuss at me. Wrong. He thought wrong. As always.  "Get the fuck inside."

"Don't say fuck." I said, craning my head to look at him. "If I can't say fuck you can't say fuck."

"Get inside Blaire, for fucks sake. It's raining and you're wearing - just a fucking shirt.

"Stop saying fuck." Even though I grumbled and gave him a side eyes look of annoyance I got inside through the window slash door I used to get outside. It wasn't really raining but it would soon start. So I got inside. "You're a bad person."

"Yes, I know a puppy." He said, closing the door behind me. "Why are you up so early anyway?"

"I couldn't sleep." I pouted. Yes. I pout now, kill me. I love my husband and he's actually nice when he wants to be. When I'm not pulling off his nerve endings he's actually good to me. Unbelievable. The fuck is better when we're both unhinged. It happened one night that we were both at Minx. Roman was not working. That was Devil-o's night but we were both there and we kind of had a little taste of opium, and it still was the best sex of my life. I think we made Jamie that might. But I don't want to correlate my baby's existence with that thing, thank you. "Did you check on the kids?"