A Minor Technicality [Completed] *Slowly Editing*

Epilogue

***UNEDITED***

Blythe's POV

Six Months Later

My heart was racing as I waited for the elevator to open on our floor. It seemed to take forever for the doors to separate, and I immediately leapt into the hallway and began my sprint to the apartment.

"Please be unlocked. Please be unlocked," I chanted silently. I glanced behind me once, to make sure no one saw me running down the corridor like a lunatic.

Reaching my apartment door, I grasped the handle, only to find the door locked. Dammit, I cursed to myself. My eyes jerked to my neighbor's door, but there was no way I was going to beg to use his apartment to get to the fire escape. That left one option, and I knew I'd never hear the end of it.

I lifted my hand and began knocking. This was going to take forever. I heard the door across the hall open, and I turned to meet the eyes of my nosiest neighbor, Evangeline Sheffield. Her blue tinted gray hair, faded floral muumuu, and large bottle cap glasses would make you think she was a frail, lonely, elderly woman. Think again. She's the biggest gossip in the damn building, and the woman had venom running through her veins.

"Forgot your key again, Mrs. Morelli?" she sneered.

I've never understood why she doesn't like me. She acts like Luca parted the Red Sea, but treats me like gum on the bottom of her shoe. Luca, of course, thinks it's hilarious, since he says that everyone else in the world loved me by default. I think he's a little biased.

"Yes, Mrs. Sheffield," I admitted. "Luca kept me up all night having passionate sex, and I must have been too tired to remember them."

Her beady eyes widened in shock, and she glared at me. "Well, I never!" she shouted before slamming her door in disgust.

I chuckled, and resumed my banging. In truth, Luca had worked some sting the night before and had only gotten home as I was leaving that morning. He was probably still sleeping.

"I'm coming. I'm coming!" his muffled voice sounded through the door. Even without the full "Luca effect", it made me melt.

Slowly, the door opened, and I scanned my husband from head to toe. His face was covered in stubble, and he had serious bed head, but his sleepy eyes brightened when he saw me, and I grinned at the smirk the lifted one corner of his lips.

"To what do I owe this pleasure?" he asked silkily.

Catching him off guard, I leapt into his arms, but Luca was used to my crazy actions by now, so he easily wrapped his hands around my thighs, as I hugged my legs to his waist. "I got it!" I squealed, unable to contain my excitement. "IgotitIgotitIgotit!!!"

Luca's smile grew, and his dark eyes filled with pride. "I told you that you could do it," he murmured huskily. "I never doubted you for a second." He met my lips in a heated kiss. I reached behind me with a free hand and slammed the door, smiling at the perfection of the moment.

Luca carried me into the living room and fell to the couch, holding me against his bare chest. I still had dreams about its glorious, tanned, muscular perfection. His hands reached for the buttons on my shirt, and he began to kiss down my neck.

"I can't believe I'm going to be on Broadway," I whispered, my voice filled with awe.

"That's my girl," Luca growled, continuing his assault on my neck.

"I know it's only the chorus, but I'm so excited," I admitted.

Luca lifted his head and locked his chocolate gaze on me. "Baby, you have every right to be proud." A wicked grin returned to his face. "And I for one know exactly how I want to celebrate,"
He nipped my lip playfully with his teeth, and I found myself lost in the glory that was Luca. As he began once more to unbutton my shirt, we were interrupted by a muted knock on our door.