Talking To The Moon | Complete |

Parlando Alla Luna ((Talking To The Moon))

A/N: this is it, guys, the last chapter- excluding the ending Author's Note- of our beloved Talking To The Moon...

Luna POV

The moon danced on the water like a spotlight, beckoning to me through the wide open balcony doors; the pull of the moon called to my Wolf as enticingly as it did me, and she wanted out- we both wanted out.

Sighing, I slowly walked back to our bed and slouched on top of it, my head in Alessio's lap. "Can we go out tonight, Alessio dear? My Wolf is cranky and needs to run; we've all been cooped up in this house for the past two weeks and, I swear if your sons break one more Wii controller, I'll break their fingers!"

Cocking his head sideways with a playfully scared face, he chuckled quietly and ran a hand through my hair as it splayed out over his lap. "I know someone else who's as cranky as her Wolf!" Grinning, he practically broke his back as he leaned over me, eyes shining and lips ready; rolling my eyes in impatience, I gripped his dark head of hair and gently yet insistently pulled his mouth down to meet mine. "I also know someone who's as frisky as her Mate!"

Pulling away with a playful pout, I crossed my arms over my chest and rolled away from him. "Of course I'm frisky! We haven't had sex in, like, six whole months!"

Then, his arms were right around me as he cupped my breasts and turned me back over to face him all in one motion. His eyes were dark as he moved, throwing himself forward while at the same time swinging his legs out from under me; in about two seconds, he was straddling me, but was careful not to crush me beneath him. "I know, il mio sexy piccolo compagno, believe me I know!" Then his tongue was in my mouth as I twined my fingers into his dark hair. ((My sexy little Mate))

Just as things were about to get more heated even as our two week old baby girl slept soundlessly in her crib beside our bed, our bedroom door slammed open beneath the weight of our three boys. Edmondo, Garrett, and Antonio all grinned up at us from their tangle of limbs as they collapsed on the floor in laughter. "Papà, what you do to Mamá?!?" Antonio's voice was loud with question, even as his brothers smirked and sprang on top of him. "See, Papà, we can do that, too!"

Running a hand through his hair, Alex rolled off of me with one last, searing kiss before going to help little Antonio out from under his two pesky brothers; poor little guy tried so hard to keep up with his brothers, but it was always two against one and he just couldn't quite shake them. "Boys," their father warned, voice hard with warning, "be nice to your brother!" Scooping Antonio onto his hip, he turned back towards me and threw the bundle of two year old through the air and onto the bed.

Smiling gently as I watched them, I crawled across the bed to my baby boy and folded him onto my lap; leaning down, I peppered his face with kisses as he laughed, the sound like music to my ears. Goddess, I loved my family!

"You three need to get outside and do laps around the territory a couple hundred times, don't y'all think?!?" Smirking, Alex hauled the twins into his arms and over his head, tossing them like rag dolls beside Antonio and I on the bed; goddess, he was still so strong and sexy even after being with him for six and half years... Would I ever be used to him?!?

'Oh, baby, you're too kind!' The smirk widened on his lips as he flopped backwards on the bed, pulling all four of us tight in his arms. Pressing long kisses to each of our cheeks, he rolled right back off the bed and gently eased Bella from her crib into his arms. "Now, how 'bout that run?!?"