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𝐿𝓊𝒸𝒾𝒶𝓃𝑜 𝒩𝒾𝒸𝒽𝑜𝓁𝒶𝓈 𝒟𝑒 𝐿𝓊𝒸𝒶 is known as the head of the De Luca mafia, a man whose name strikes fear across the criminal underworld. R...
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The morning after that unforgettable night felt like a dream — a perfect continuation of everything I had ever wanted. I woke to the sound of birds chirping outside, the golden light of early morning streaming through the curtains, filling our room with a warmth that matched the love we had. It was a simple day ahead, but it felt extraordinary in every way. I glanced over at Rosaline, still peacefully asleep beside me, her hair splayed across the pillow in soft waves. The calm of the morning only emphasized the beauty of our life together.
I lay there for a while, just watching her, reflecting on everything that had led us here — our marriage, our children, our lives that had intertwined so perfectly. The memories from the night before were still fresh in my mind: the way she had smiled at me when I asked her to marry me again, the warmth of her embrace as we danced. It wasn't just about the grand gestures. It was about moments like this — quiet mornings, the sound of her breathing next to me, the simplicity of sharing our lives with each other.
I heard a soft giggle from across the room, a sound so familiar, and looked over to see Alessio, his small frame hanging over the side of the bed. His little feet were trying to reach the floor as he clumsily tried to climb down, his pajama pants tangled around his ankles.
"Papa," he called out, his voice still soft with sleep. "Is it morning yet?"
I smiled, leaning over to ruffle his hair. "It's morning, buddy. Time to wake up."
Alessio's eyes lit up as he scrambled the rest of the way down and ran over to me. "I want breakfast! Can we have pancakes today?"
"Of course," I replied, my heart swelling with affection. "Let's get Mom up, too."
I turned to Rosaline, gently nudging her arm. "Hey, love, time to wake up."
She stirred, blinking sleepily at me before her lips curled into a soft smile. "Good morning," she whispered, her voice still thick with sleep. "How did you sleep?"
"Better now," I replied, my tone playful. "After last night."
She chuckled softly, sitting up and running her hands through her hair. "You always have the best things to say."
