Act like my wife

Epilogue

💐A YEAR LATER💐

Veronica's Point of View

I stood in front of the mirror, gazing at my reflection. Staring back at me was a beautiful bride in her wedding dress. I was glowing, not just because of the contour or the bridal hair and make up, but because of the joy I felt within. I never knew happiness would be this attainable for me. Who would've thought that, after everything I went through at the hands of Geraldo and Chris, that I could ever find love again. Especially in the arms of someone I least expected.

My mind began to travel back through time, and I couldn't help but reminisce about the last year...

Don Federico passed away a week after the funeral of Patrizio's parents. It seems like a lifetime ago, but it hurt like yesterday's wound. In addition to the loss of his parents, the news of Don Federico's death left a huge hole in Patrizio's heart. He was shattered, and the pieces remained for me to put together. Don Federico had been like a father to him, and I saw how much he hurt.

Then, there was the sudden move to Spain. Don't get me wrong, I love the peacefulness of Córdoba. I just thought he would want to stay back home since that was were his memories reside. But he made me to understand that he wanted to make new memories with me and our children. Now, I am not ashamed to admit that it was the best decision ever!

Although he proposed a year ago, because of il lutto, we waited this long to get married. Just an intimate wedding celebration in Madrid, with close friends and family.

"Veronica, it's time." Felicia's voice brought me out of my reverie as she adjusted my veil.  After meeting her for the first time last year, she and I cultivated a friendship that I cherish till this day, which is why I asked her to be my bridesmaid. A little birdie told me that she and Alberto are now a couple.

Natasha, my friend and matron of honor, beamed as she handed me my bouquet. After Patrizio and I moved to Spain, I reconnected with her and was pleasantly surprised... she finally had a baby! I remember the times we cried together after another failed round of IVF. She deserves to be a mom and I'm honored to have her here with me.

Tess gave me a reassuring squeeze on the hand. "You look so beautiful, Niks, he is one lucky man."

I chuckled. "And I'm one lucky woman." We hugged and I felt the surge of emotion. Naturally, I made Tess my maid of honor, and she did a terrific job. She relocated to Madrid recently, and is focused on being a great mom.

My eyes rested upon our kids, shaking with excitement in their little ring-bearer and flower-girl outfits. Gio was a lot taller than Bella, but their closeness is unmatched. Then, there's Daniel who has them wrapped around his mischievous little finger.

With one last glance in the mirror, I took a deep breath and nodded. It was time to walk down the aisle, to be wedded to Patrizio, and start our new life together.

***

We didn't stay long at the reception because of Patrizio's impatience. The kids would stay with Tess, while him and I headed straight to Barcelona for our week long honeymoon.

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We arrived in our suite and my first instinct was to take off my uncomfortable gown. "Ugh! finally." I sighed with relief after ridding myself of the golden yellow dress I wore at the reception.

"I was wondering when you'd take that off." He remarked from the other side of the room.

I watched him as he undid his cuff buttons. His eyes grew dark with desire as he gazed upon my black lingerie. I felt naked under his burning stare.

"Why are you looking at me like a piece of meat?" I asked with a glint of humor.

He took slow strides towards me... "Because I want to eat you."

I gasped at his words. "Naughty boy."

I fell on the mattress when he got closer. Using my elbows for support, I held up my upper body as I watched him tower over me.

He bent down, bringing his face a few inches above mine. "I love you." he whispered.

"I love you t—" before I could finish responding, he dipped his face down to my neck and kissed my sensitive spot. I arched my back as he left love bites on my neck, sucking on the imprints he made. A moan escaped my throat as my body trembled softly. His kisses followed a trail down to my chest. With one swift move, he took off the obstruction and gained total access to my breasts. He ignited a fire within me with every caress of his tongue.

I guided his lips up to my mouth and I kissed him hungrily. I kissed him as though kissing him was all I knew.

He lifted me in his strong arms and placed me on the center of the matress. He gripped the edges of my panties and pulled them off my waist. I watched the storm brew in his eyes. He got naked and lay beside me.

He watched me in silence, enjoying the sight of me. "Thank you," was all he said afterwards.

"For what?" I asked in bewilderment.

"For saying yes." He captured my lips and once again, immersed me into a sea of desire and craving, relishing the intoxicating taste of our love while we sunk into the depths of our passion.

As we moved in rhythm, our bodies pacing to the beats of our drum, I felt myself becoming one with him. The world outside faded, leaving only the thrusts of our entwined bodies, thrumming in toe-curling harmony. As the night went on, our lovemaking turned into a symphony of screams, moans, and wild sex.

Indeed, I am one lucky woman.

 

🌺The end🌺
(El fin)

Author's note:
Hey fam! We're finally here. This was quite a journey! 😅
I just want to thank you for sticking around till the end. You have no idea how giddy I get when I see your votes and comments.

I am one lucky writer! 😉

  

Translation
🇮🇹 il lutto: Mourning.
(A traditional Sicilian mourning period.)