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Epilogue

One Year Later...

"Tell me again." I giggled laying in the white sheets that draped over the California King bed. Harry hovered over me as the sunlight of the early morning broke over his face. He peppered me in kisses as I soaked them up and giggled.

"I love you." He said into my ear giving me goosebumps from his soft deep voice.

Things had moved slow between Harry and I but I liked it that way. We both took our time after my father's death, Harry realized that he felt different when it came to me. I mattered to him more then anyone else had before.

"How much?" I questioned running my hands through his hair from his sides. The pink sunrise was painting the clouds across the morning sky just as the faded sun drew light in from the floor length windows.

"This much," Harry answered dipping his tongue into my mouth. His body moving against mine, any space between us was nonexistent.

After the death of my father and wanting to get away from the life we both lived, Harry and I ran away into the countryside of Florence. Living in a spacious home right next to a vineyard I had admired from the moment we found ourselves here. The Italian countryside was more beautiful then any city out there, everything about it was perfect.

"I'm starving!" I bit my lip as Harry lifted himself up from me. Detaching his lips from mine he pulled me up off the bed that had padded my back. "Piggyback?" I asked Harry with a little smirk as he rolled his eyes at me.

"What are you, two?" I giggled at his answer and responded back.

"No, but it's good practice for later," I told him pulling down my grey shorts when they began to ride up.

"Later?" Harry questioned as if he wasn't quite understanding what I meant by that.

"You know, maybe, later on, you'll be running around here with our baby." I shrugged casting my eyes down momentarily while biting my lip.

"A baby?" Harry puzzled once I looked up with a faint smile. We hadn't ever talked about this before, I guess it just wasn't something we thought could be possible.

Now with Harry in Florence with a life full of freedom and security I was thinking about our life together. I wanted to spend my life with Harry and do and see the things I never had before.

"Yeah! I mean of course not now but, later." I introduced lightly, not wanting to scare Harry in any way.

"I don't know if I could handle another little Mia running around." Harry smiled and giggled as I nudged him lightly on the way to the kitchen.

"What do you think about kids?" I ran around to walk in front of him, changing from walking forwards to backward.

"I think it can't be much harder than dealing with you." Harry played as I huffed wanting a real answer instead of all these little banter filled comments.

"I'm serious!" I folded my arms giving him pleading eyes. I had to remember to stay on the subject since I often found myself getting lost in his eyes. They were such a pure green, little pools of jade pigment. "Do you ever see us having babies?"

"You're not pregnant are you?" Harry asked warily from all these questions I was insisting he answered.

"No! No! Of course not." I shook my head as I waited for a real answer from Harry.

"The truth is, is I don't know. I guess I've never thought about it but, that doesn't mean I don't want kids. I just never thought I'd be here in a place like this." Harry told me just as we stopped in the kitchen still inches away from each other.

Harry didn't have anyone before and didn't see a future like me. What we had, had come unexpected to him. Hell, it was unexpected to me as well. Never in a million years did I think I would be living out my life in the countryside of Florence with a man I had absolutely despised the first time I met him.

"I think our babies would be cute," I told Harry as I jumped up into his arms, wrapping my arms around his neck while he supported my bottom. Legs locked around his waist I pecked his perfectly heart-shaped lips that were a natural pink shade.

"I wouldn't mind the baby making process," Harry smirked as I shook my head chuckling while I attached my lips to his once again. Filling his tongue into my mouth I felt the toughness of his kiss break the gentle touch he had.

"Do you think we could put it on hold for like an hour or so?" I said in between kisses Harry was indulging in. "I'm still starving."

"You get me excited about babies and then you do me like this?" Harry's jaw dropped as I chuckled at his disappointment in the lack of sex he was receiving.

"You act as though I never give it to you, don't be so needy." I skipped away from him knowing he could chase after me with my little comment.

Harry had changed in little ways that made my life so much better. I didn't know Harry had a playful side to him but I had uncovered it more and more every day. He could take jokes and be playful around me, he was more open with me. I liked being alone out here with Harry, our relationship blossomed as time went on. Without all the complications of the lives we lead before, things progressed more and more. We didn't have to think about the past anymore, because it was simply that, the past.

"Needy aye?" Harry grabbed my hips as I made a dash around the kitchen. Not making it far, he threw me over his shoulder and ran to the black leather couch, throwing me onto it.

"Stop!" I breathed out as Harry began to attack my ticklish spots. Face turning red from all the laughing I did what I could to push him off but was weak in my efforts.

"Harry!" I coughed while losing breath so quickly from all the laughing. This had turned into Harry inching off my top until he threw it onto the coffee table in the living room we were in currently.

"You said you wanted babies, so let's start right now." Harry pressed his lips to mine as he already stapled me down keeping me up against the couch from tickling me.

"You're horny as hell!" I told him indulging him in the kisses he was giving me. Letting out a gasp as he touched me roughly by ripping off my grey shorts and undies I felt him go to work quickly.

Moaning from the way he thrust himself up into me, I pulled him back into my lips and bit his lip. I liked things rough and so did he. Arching my back and spreading my toes as my breath hitched I felt my climax had been reached.

The pleasureful sensation rising in my chest had swelled all throughout my body. His love was magnetic and I can still remember the day I fell into him. He was electric and anyone looking at him knew it, I was so drawn to him it was almost like he was a drug to me. Something so addictive about him found my body craving him and his touch.

Laying back on the couch with our clothing strung over the living room I pecked a kiss on his lips to see a little smile curl up on the ends of his mouth.

"I love you." He told me, those words alone would ignite a fire in my heart. I remembered asking him if he loved me and the response was silence. It had cut me to the core with how much pain it inflicted. Now hearing the phrase come with complete ease and no hesitation made me ecstatic. I loved the way those three little words fell from his mouth.

"I love you too."

-November 11, 2016