" What are you doing, sweetheart? " my mother in laws asked when she approached me.

" I'm helping Sarah making dinner. " I said cutting the vegetables.

Sarah was a fifty years old widow who worked as a cook in our household. I got along with her fine and found out that she had been working for our family since before Seth was born. She basically helped Gianna raised him and his brother.

" Is Seth coming home for dinner? " I asked.

" Oh, sweetheart. That boy never come home, always working till midnight. " Gianna answered making me slight sad.

I thought we were having dinner together as a family. His father and brother had just arrived this afternoon. Everyone was here. I wanted to know the feeling of having a full family together as I had never known that kind of feeling before. Mother and her husband had never been home, it was always just Ayla and I.

" Good evening, ma. " Seth's voice boomed snapping me out of my thought. I was so surprised that I even sliced my finger.

Ouchie.

That stupid idiot. why did he have to shout?

" Good evening, wife. " he came behind me giving me a kiss on the cheek.

" No kisses for your mother? " Gianna said. I could felt her pout.

" You thought of coming home to have dinner now that you got a wife, huh? "

But, Seth never responded because his eyes were focused on my bloody hand. He seemed to be dead in his spot with his arms still snaked around my waist.

" What the hell happened? " he snapped.

" Why are you acting like you have never seen blood? I'm fine. " I asked also still looking my own hand.

He completely ignored my sass and swept me off my feet. My husband was holding me bridal style. The task he had failed on the day of our wedding. He ran up the stair so fast that I had to hold onto his neck with my eyes closed.

" Are you trying to fucking kill me? " I screamed and he finally slowed down.

Seth went into his bedroom. It was the time first that I came in here. Everything was in grey and smelled like him, scent that I seemed to love so much.

" What happened? " he asked placing me on his bathroom sink before turning to grab the first aid kit.

" You. " I said causing him to furrow his eyebrow.

" You shouted while I was cutting vegetables. " I said.

" I'm sorry. " he said cleaning my wound.

Did the big bad boss just apologized? To me?

" It's alright. " I blurted not sure what to say.

" I want you to stay here. I'll tell someone to move your things here tomorrow. " he stated.

" No. I'm not going to sleep on the bed you used to fuck your whores. " I said calmly looking at my bandaged finger.

" I had never bring another girl into my room let alone let them sleep on my bed. " he said pulling my chin up forcing me to look at his eyes.

There were no lies. He was stating nothing but truth.

" Fine. I'll stay. But, no touchy touchy unless you have made up your mind. " I groaned crossing my arms.

" Oh trust me I have made up my mind. " he leaned down to whisper in my ears.

" See you at dinner, wifey. " he said walking out of the room after smacking my ass.

" You fucker. " I shouted. He chuckled.

Gosh. That stupid chuckles was the most sexiest thing I heard. Every shits about him was sexy to me. And, it was at this moment that I knew I was doomed. He had me trapped.

I took a deep breath and took sometimes to sort myself out before getting off the sink and started to head downstairs.

I could hear lots of voices and laughters coming from the dining. I assumed everyone was already there. I was late to my first family dinner. What a shame. I just embarrassed myself. I sighed in frustration before walking into the room.

My father in laws, Steven Salvatore was sat at the head of the table with Gianna to his right, and my husband on his left. Sebastian who always had a big grin on his face sat opposite of his brother. I walked in and took a seat beside Seth.

" Are you loving your new home, my dear? " Steven asked with a kind smile.

" I love it here. The garden is beautiful and that library of yours is magnificent. " I smiled back politely.

The three men talked and threw jokes around the table after that while Gianna and I ate in silent.

I almost choked on my food when I felt a hand rubbing my exposed thigh. I made a bad decision wearing a short dress.

" Alana and I are moving out next month. " Seth announced sipping his wine, his warm hand still on my thigh.

" What? Why? " his mother asked in surprise.

Why the hell wasn't I aware of this? I threw him a death glare. Seth rubbed my thigh once again and I melted, the anger was long gone.

Damn me.

" I think it's time for him to get his ass out of here, Gigi. " Steven said taking his wife's hand into his.

" He wants to have sister all to himself. " Sebastian chuckled.

I smiled when he called me his sister. There was a warm sensation in my chest. I felt welcomed here. Maybe they would be the family I that I had always longed for.

" Oh. " Gianna said.

" That means I will be having grandchildren soon? " she squealed excitedly.

Wait what?

" You have my promise, ma. " Seth chuckled earning another glare from me.

But, the fucker shrugged it off.

We finished dinner and everyone headed back to their own rooms to get ready for bed as my father and Sebastian was tired from their trip. Seth and I walked back to our room hand in hand. I stayed silent all the way to bedroom.

" What the hell was that? Why didn't you tell me we are moving out? " I snapped.

" Go take a shower and then we will talk. I'll use the guest's bathroom. " he said and left the room.

Jerk-face.

I took a fast shower and walked into the closet forgetting that my clothes hadn't been moved yet. I stared at his closet in awed. Everything was very organized. Even more organized than my closet. I stole one of his buttoned up shirt to wear for tonight as I had no intention to walk to my previous bedroom in just a towel. There were men all over the place. And, seeing me in a small towel was the last thing I wanted them to see.

I walked out of the clothes while drying my hair with a towel. My husband was already on the bed in his pajamas with a laptop on his lap. I put the towel in the laundry basket before climbing on the bed.

Seth was so into his work that he hadn't even notice that I was there with him. Desperate for his attention, I took his laptop away causing him to snap his head toward me.

" You said we will talk. " I said putting his laptop on the bedside table.

" Yeah. But, I don't know if I could anymore. " he said shamelessly eyeing me from my face to my legs.

" What? Why? " I asked.

" My clothes look better on you. " he said pulling into his laps.

" Where are we moving to? " I asked.

" Not far. Just ten minutes from here. I bought the perfect land for us. " he said burying his face into the crook of my neck inhaling my scent.

" What do you mean land? " I asked playing with hair. And man, was it soft.

" About that, you're an architect. Draw us a twelve bedrooms house. The sooner you finished the better. I will have it built in a month. And, you can design it whatever way you want. Make it feel like our home. " he said trailing kisses on my neck.

If these things usually happened during our talk, we could keep talking all the times, I didn't mind.

" Why the hell do we need twelve bedrooms? It will just us there right? " I asked in confused trying not to moan.

" I want ten children. " he said bluntly.

" So, let's start our journey to ten children right now. " he said flipping us over.

My eyes widened as he hovered over me with his big body. I felt so tiny under his grip.

" No. Get off me. We will not do such things when you can't even make up your mind. "

" You can't claim me as yours when you hoe around with other whores. Your wife doesn't like sharing, Don Salvatore. " I glared trying to push him off me.

" Trust me you will be the last woman I share a bed with for the rest of my life. " he said looking straight into my orbs.

" You never share a bed with a woman before. " I said looking at him blankly.

" You're going to be the last woman I fuck. "

My husband had no filter.

I stared at him for a moment trying to search for a hinge of lie in his eyes. Because I had always believed that sometimes eyes talk better than words.

But, there was everything in his eyes but a single lie.

" I am yours just as you are mine. " he continued still looking at me liked he was trying to tell me that I could trust him.

And, I did. I knew I could trust this man.

So, I nodded giving him my permission.