Bishop |18+|

Epilogue

Alia

~3 years later~

"Fuck.." I let out a long drawn moan, feeling myself wiggle around uncomfortably before eventually getting my eyes to flutter open, looking around the room. It was still dead in the night, given how the white curtains danced to the gentle breeze of the wind on our balcony.

Antonio was sleeping beside me, of course gorgeous as ever. I couldn't manage to roll over but I eventually resorted to sitting up to get a good look at him. Those lashes—those beautiful lashes... highlighted by the gentle glow of the moonlight filtering through the curtains. Even in his sleep, he still managed to look so fucking sharp.

My sexy-as-fuck husband.

Leaning down to plant a kiss on his temple I pulled the covers away, looking down at the huge bump that threatened to pop out of the oversized shirt I wore. Placing my hand over it and grazing down the smooth side, I felt her sending little kicks towards my hand. She was so active—this late at night too.

"Ok, baby.." I let out a breath. "Easy, steady..."

My feet tapped blindly around and once I confirmed I have in fact touching the floor, I gently stood up. God I felt so fucking heavy, and this baby girl wasn't making it any easier for me.

After moving the family business back to his motherland, Antonio settled down in Sicily and got us a gorgeous sleek mansion near the beautiful sea. As if the house wasn't enough, he only managed to get worse when it came to spoiling me dirty.

Right after our wedding, he took me all over the world after finding out one of my papa's wishes was for me to travel before I finally settled down. God it was insane—we went back to Colombia then to Turkey, Malaysia, Switzerland, New Zealand, Fiji... Bali was probably the most romantic one out of the lot. I know Antonio's a more quiet and stick-to-one-thing kind of man but seeing him do all this for me made my heart melt.

For my 25th birthday I recall getting four satin dresses, on my 26th a brand new diamond band ring with roses, and on our anniversary a diamond anklet with a brand new laptop.

He even got a fucking tattoo of my name, inked in cursive right in the middle of the underside of his right forearm.

God the lengths this man will go for me.

Staying here for three years wasn't bad, not going to lie and I even found myself quickly learning the Italian language with ease.

Letting out a groan, I held my bump and carefully waddled to the on suite bathroom, letting the door creak open before I flicked the lights on—my very reflection nearly scaring the shit out of me.

My curls were a mess, my eyes droopy with sleep and my own full tits close to popping out with how this shirt was threatening to slip down the side of my shoulders at a dangerously low level.

Being pregnant definitely has its flaws, yet Antonio still had the heart in him to tell me how beautiful I looked everyday.

He's been asking for a baby for a while, and with everything he had given me beforehand, I didn't take a second to think before I got off birth control. It took several long months of trying but on the 7th month, the pregnancy tests that showed a pink plus sign told me it was worth it.