Balotelli-Bale Series Book #6: Regina Mia & The Godfather Part 1

Chapter 14: A Different Day

Keira's POV
This is a different morning, nothing routine.

I didn't hear the sound of babies crying at night. The only sounds made were a result of extreme pleasure, his and mine. Just the thought of it makes me hot all over. I eased my hand over my chest, down my stomach to my center. I'm sore from last night. A satisfied smile rests on my face.

I slowly turned to note that he's not in bed with me. Sometimes I am not sure if Nick is a morning person or probably a result of nurture. Is it the kids or work that get him out of bed early in the morning? I know I'm definitely not a morning person. If I had my way, I would sleep till noon.

Sitting up lazily, I picked up my dress. It has no buttons. I didn't bring a change of clothes. I'll have to make it work somehow. My mom used to keep a sewing kit in her bedroom.

Making my way through the hallway, I can't help but remember little things about my life on this house. It's as though for moment, every crack on the wall, every mark on the floor comes alive just to tell me a story.

I ran my hand over a dent that my dad made when he accidentally drove the corner of a dresser into it. It was an old thing my mother fell on love with at the flea market and she made him carry it all the way up. She was holding the other side but knowing her, she wasn't really lifting anything.

There's a spot where they used to mark how tall Keith and I were growing. I think I'll start a wall like this back home. Life moves too fast to remember the little things.

"That's a bummer."

I turned swiftly to see him holding a breakfast tray. There's a bright sunflower in a little vintage bottle he must have gotten from my mom's things.

"Is it? Because that's the sweetest thing ever!"

He blushed just a little and went on to the bedroom that heard all our expressions and witnessed our torrent love making.

I abandoned my course to find a sewing kit and followed him instead. He is seated at the foot of the bed, staring at something in his hand. He enclosed it in his hand as soon as he saw me.

"Good morning pretty." He greeted me.

"Good morning lover." I whispered. "Are there any more sizzling scenes left in your play?"

"One more." He answered with a serious expression. "S fast forward onto the future of our would have been teenage love."

I got closer to him. "You do realize that I would have been fourteen and you eighteen? That's the only way our highschool romance would have worked. But I would have definitely been obsessed with you."

I straddled him and held his face. "I think we couldn't have met at a better time. You had to kiss a frog to see me. My heart still races for you. It's amazing how I still stop to stare at you when you walk by. It's like reliving the moment I first fell in love with you."

"When was that?"

"Cuba."

My eyes widened. "Is that when it happened for you?"

"Yes. Of course you piqued my attention when I first saw you but in Cuba, I realized that I wanted you to be part of my story."

He stood up and set me down on my feet. He turned me around so that I sit on the bed and I watched him getting down on one knee. He opened his palm to reveal a stunning blue ring. "Nick..."

"There is nothing flashy about this. That's not you. It's the little things that matter to you, simple places that mean something to you. That's why I picked this place to ask you to not just be part of my story but to be my forever. Keira Charlotte Ballard, will you marry me?"