His grandfather's threats did nothing to him. He was ready to build his own life again just like his dad, okay not necessarily join the army like his dad did, but still he had enough money and other businesses like real estate, wine processing factories heck even auto motors to move on with his life.

What upset him was the fact that his grandpa thought his wife was some cheapskate! She was more than that. Mikaella was not a golddigger she was so much that he was ready to sacrifice everything just so she could be happy. And forcing himself on her wasn't what she'd call happiness.

Marga had already informed him while he climbed the stairs that Mick was awake which meant she'd ran back to her room once she discovered she was on his bed. With a sigh, he entered his room ready to do the necessary.

He was surprised seeing her on his couch with his shirt on but he kept the surprise hidden. Taking out the old duffel bag his sister had bought for him as a gift from Cuba, he took his shirts from the closet one by one putting them in the bag.

"What are you doing?"

She asked and his heart beat. It was nice to hear her voice again. Her smooth calming voice and it broke him that he had to leave her to make her happy.

"I'm leaving" he simply stated; this had her standing up and he didn't want to look back and stare at those brown orbs.

"Why? W-where are you going?"

He turned around to face her, "Because Mikaella. I'm no better than Owen. I hurt you emotionally, I betrayed your love for me by saying all those hurtful words which I'll never be able to forgive myself for. You are a wonderful woman, a beautiful, charming, caring woman that I grew to love and the sad reality is, everything I fucking did broke the love you felt for me. So Mikaella Sandoval, I want to set you free from all this. You can have the house it's the least you deserve. My lawyer will drop the divorce papers some time this afternoon. I want you, I love you but I can't bare to see you unhappy with me"

With those finished words, he stared at her waiting for something. Waiting for her to slap his cheek and scream good riddance.

"What about Seth?"

She asked. Ofcourse she would be concerned about their kid. Their awesome young man.

"He's a big boy he'll understand everything. I'll gladly leave your life but not my son's. We can share custody," he hinted looking at her watery eyes.

He watched her walk closer to where he stood. From where she stood she whispered,

"You are my husband. The only man I'll love till death"

And with that her lips crushed his , surprising him to the core. Immediately he closed the gap groping her waist to get as much of her as he could. He teased her lips simultaneously afraid that the dream he thought he was having was going to end at any moment. The moment she rested her hands behind his neck, Roman totally went berserk with happiness.

Mikaella returned his kiss with equal fevor and sweetness. Her lips were like sweet nectar attracting him the more begging him to tease them some more and not let go. She opened her lips letting him in and immediately he searched for her tongue dominating the dance of their tongues in a mere second. He loved what she was doing to his hair.

He needed her to run his fingers through his hair as much as she wanted. The kiss got more intense when Mikaella wrapped her bare legs around Roman's torso. He didn't want to part from the heated kiss but they also had to catch their breaths.

"I love you. You drive me nuts, woman," Roman growled kissing Mick's neck making sure he had a good lick of her sweet smooth skin.

"Aah...I love you too"

She responded, with Roman's eyes widening. She loved me? After everything?

"That's the happiest news I've heard in ages"

And Roman couldn't help but smirk at how easily her cheeks got red.

"Well dear husband. No way in hell are you leaving me. You are my man and I don't intend to let you go," she smiled cupping his cheeks in her hands sweetly, her eyes went wide, "oh God! I definitely stink don't I? And the kiss and my morning breath?!"

She hid her face in his neck with embarrassment and Roman chuckled.

"Hey wifey, you don't stink but if you think you do, we could always shower together"

Mikaella raised her face to him with him dropping her feet to the ground gently.

"Umm, I...I...well... umm"

He could tell she was nervous, there was always something she did with her nose when she was nervous.

"It was just a silly idea. I mean it's not like I didn't help you bathe when you were ill"

"You did what?!"

"I..."probably shouldn't have said that loud,"I always covered my eyes, sometimes but point is I don't wanna rush things between us," he stated ever awkwardly.

"Are you still coming?"

She smiled unbuttoning Roman's shirt while she walked into the bathroom.

It didn't need telling him twice, Roman followed discarding his clothes as immediate as they entered the shower cabinet.

"I've always wanted to know what kind of shampoo you use," he breathed hotly in her ear and he was glad to see Mick shiver.

Turning on the knob, the hot water sprinkled down their bodies while Roman poured a chunk of shampoo on her head making sure to rub her head nicely. Once the soap steered clear, he was lost again in her eyes like a hormonal teenager. Her eyes lured him in and he went in for another kiss.

This time the kiss was slow with him moving down her neck, her collarbone, her arms. He lingered his kisses at her arms with every intention of wiping the Pierce guy marks on her. His hand went back to her aroused nipples playing with them until his hand took charge of the beautiful full globes.

Going back to her face, he searched for approval for what he was about to do next and what came next was,

"Please"

Sneaking his right hand between her thighs, he caressed her lips playfully while his thumb rubbed circles on her clit. When he found what he was looking for, he gently pushed one finger in earning a stifled moan from her. He continued to push his finger in loving the moans Mick made and the sloppy sounds that came with it. Putting a second finger in, he went on only this time rougher and faster.

The water dripped mercilessly as Roman kissed Mick's jaw saying once more,

"I love you"

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