The Boss's Heir

Chapter 59

Cay pulled on one of Marco's button downs and handed him his pajama bottoms, then took his hand, leading him into the kitchen as the rest of the house remained at sleep.

This space, this time, was carved out for them only and she intended to use it to the full extent.  For his sake and her's because if he didn't get this off his chest, he would toss and turn, thus keeping her awake as well.

She was going to use her secret weapon on him tonight, her hot cocoa.  No one could resist it, ever.  She grabbed a bar stool out and patted it, indicating for him to sit.

Once he was seated and before she made her way to the stove, she placed herself between his open legs, fingers clasped together behind his neck.

She played delicately with the hair that had grown long and was curling up softly.  Her eyes falling to his newly acquired tattoo...Cayanne written in beautiful script, entwined with the tribal markings that were already there.

She let her finger trace over the obsidian colored ink, loving how possessive it made her feel over him, then she leaned over and traced it with her tongue.

"Bring that beautiful mouth to me" Marco urged as Cay kissed her way up until their lips found their mark.  His kiss was deeper, more fierce as he hugged her body with his.

They reluctantly broke their contact, the reason being, they were supposed to be using this time for him to unload and release about his day, without telling her too much.

"I love you" she whispered as she walked to the fridge, retrieving the heavy cream and milk, then to the pantry for cocoa powder and finally the cupboard for cinnamon sticks.

She put all of the ingredients together in a pan and brought it to a slow boil, then adding the cinnamon sticks for the last ten minutes.

"Do you want marshmallows?" She asked.  Marco nodded.  Going to the pantry she grabbed the mini marshmallows and for her secret ingredient for Marco...Kaluha. 

The cocoa was rich, thick and chocolaty as she poured it into mugs, adding his liquor and the fluffy white sugary marshmallows.

Sliding it over to him, she waited for him to take a sip and give her his thoughts.

She watched with a smile as his eyes closed and he hummed, voicing how good it was.  "God this is gold in a cup" he said, sipping more, the froth gathering on his top lip.

Cay walked over and gently kissed the treat from his lip before taking her mug and joining him at the bar.

"You're what brings me home every night, Cay.  You and this family.  I'm so covered in ugliness and brutality, I'm surprised you're still here."  He was really in a mood tonight.

Cay got up and went to her husband.  Standing in front of him, she unbuttoned his shirt and let it hang open, telling him to look at her.

She watched his eyes slowly rake over her body and when he'd brought his gaze back to hers, she said "Put your hands on me and feel your daughter.  She is your humanity, we all are and as long as you come home every night, I will make sure you find your way back to this."

She watched his hands, hands that she knew very well had ended lives, gently and tenderly caress her belly, where their daughter lived.

He was so careful of her, making sure she took care of herself, didn't overwork herself and got plenty of rest.

That was the person she married.  Marco Salvatore DeLuca, the Don, was an extension, a persona if you will, of her husband and the only time he came out was when it was time to protect his famiglia, blood or not.

They continued sipping their drinks, talking about Julian and Isabelle, Jules and Andre and the rest of their family.

"So what's going on with Jules and Andre?" Cay asked, rubbing his thigh.

"Andre wants to marry her and she wants that too, but she wants to wait until she's finished with school, which is six months away.

I knew he had feelings for her a long time ago, he just had to reach that maturity level and plus I think he was tired of sleeping around.

They're very good for each other and I'm glad they are taking it slow.  He's a good man and he will take care of her, like I know she will him."

Cay nodded.  "I figured that out during the time we were apart.  Jules and I had a lot of time to talk and while I spoke of nothing but you, all she did was pine after Andre.  We were certainly a pair" she said laughing.

They talked about how hard it was to believe that Julian was getting so big and how mature he acted.  A lot of the men that had joined them for the lunch, remarked how he handled himself with all the adult conversations that we're going on.

That part scared Cay, a lot, because she knew that the time would come, just like for Marco, that he would be groomed to learn the business and eventually take over for his dad as head of their family.

It was her life now, their life and she knew this going in, eyes wide open, no blinders and she had accepted it, like a good Mafia wife should.

Cay took their mugs to the sink and rinsed them out so they could head back to bed.

"Thank you" Marco said.  "Thank you for listening and loving me, even all the dirty parts.  Ti amo."

Cay had him lay in bed in such a way that she could hold him for a change, not fighting it, but welcoming it, Marco slid into the darkness of sleep quickly, his restless mind calmed and at ease for the time being.

Cay stroked his head lovingly, making sure he was totally out before she let her eyes close, tired from the day as well and all the things that loomed overhead for their family.

She knew that if Marco didn't find Whitford, it would mess with his mind and he would submerge himself and she was afraid he might not find his way back.

She couldn't let that happen.