I opened the freezer and frowned on seeing it completely empty. I swear I kept it right here. "Babe?" I called out loudly to Farren, still searching the freezer. "Where's my ice cream?"

Sighing, I closed the freezer. Who ate my ice cream? They are so dead.

I heard someone giggle and my suspicion turned out to be true as I looked over the couch and behind it sat our four year old babygirl, licking away the last drop of ice cream from the tub.

Her eyes and hair were an exact copy of mine while her other features matched Farren in every way.

"What are you doing?" I asked sternly making her pause.

She slowly glanced up at me, her mouth smeared with melted ice cream. Her eyes slowly widened and she smiled sheepishly. "I was...hungry, dad."

I raised a brow. "Aren't you supposed to eat something healthy when you are hungry? Ice cream doesn't fill your tummy, kid."

Her lips slowly formed a pout. "I love ice cream."

Yeah, no shit. No wonder you are my daughter.

I sighed knowing I can't blame her. "How did you even reach till the freezer?"

"I climbed. On the chair."

My eyes widened. "Don't do that again, that's dangerous. Okay? Ask me instead next time."

She nodded. "Okay, dad."

I climbed off the couch and joined her and crouched down to her level.

Some of the melted ice cream was lying on the floor while some was on her dress and even in her hair. "Now who's going to clean this mess, huh?"

She seemed to be in a deep thought and then when the realisation dawned upon her, she pointed at me excitedly. "You!"

I scowled. "No."

She then started to think again and said after a pause. "Mommy!"

I rolled my eyes. "Mommy is already in a bad mood these days, she will kill us instead."

She started to pout again. "Is mommy going to scold me?"

Her pout has the ability to melt even the hardest of things in the world. I shook my head. "No, baby...I will save you." And I kissed her forehead.

She grinned. "Thank you!"

I picked her up in my arms and picked up the empty ice cream tub and the spoon and disposed it off in the kitchen and took her upstairs. "Let's get you cleaned, princess."

Farren was coming out of the room when we reached the top of the stairs, looking fucking adorable with her four months old baby bump.

"Ilaria..." She said sternly. "Did you eat ice cream again?"

Ilaria shook her head. "No, mommy. Dad was eating it, I just took a bite."

I gently pinched her cheek. "You little liar."

"How much did she eat?" Farren sighed and asked me instead.

I leaned down and pecked her lips. "Don't worry, babe, I have got everything under control."

"I can see that..." She said sarcastically and rolled her eyes. "You are spoiling her."

"Well, princesses are meant to be spoiled." And I looked at Ilaria and held up my palm for a high five. "Isn't that right, princess?"

She clumsily high fived me. "Yes! I am princess!"

"You both are ridiculous." Farren muttered before walking past me and going downstairs and I took Ilaria to the bathroom and washed her face and cleaned her hair and changed her dress and then took her in my arms again.

She placed her head on my shoulder and yawned loudly. "I'm sleepy."

I started to stroke her back. "It's okay, go to sleep, princess."

It took her another three minutes to fall asleep and I placed her on her small bed in the nursery before walking back down where I found Farren sitting on the couch, scrolling through her phone.

I went over to her and wrapped my arms around her neck from behind and kissed her head. "I missed you."

She chuckled. "You have been seeing me since morning, how can you miss me?"

"I just missed my wife." And I kissed her cheek lingeringly.

And I climbed over it instead of going around it and sat down beside her, wrapping my arm around her shoulder and I brushed a strand of stray hair from her face. "Hi."

She smiled. "Hi."

Leaning down I kissed her. "I love you."

"I love you too, Elysian." She placed her palm over my cheek. "I am sorry if I am being too cranky these days..."

I rubbed the tip of our noses together. "No, babe, it's okay." And I placed my palm over her baby bump. "You are carrying our child so it's okay if you are getting mood swings. I'll be always there to tolerate them."

Tears welled up in her eyes. "Thank you. I am so grateful to have you as my husband. God, I love you so much."

"Shh..." I pressed my lips to her eyes. "Don't cry...I love you."

She grabbed my face and kissed me passionately and in that moment only she existed.

By the time we pulled back we were both breathless and she was giggling and that made me chuckle too and I pecked her lips again.

Her eyes fell down to where my palm was still resting over her bump and she placed her palm over mine. "What do you think we will have this time? Boy or a girl? What do you want?"

"Whatever we have, a boy or a girl, I just want you both to remain healthy. That's it." And I kissed her forehead lingeringly.

She smacked my shoulder. "You are not supposed to be so sweet and make me emotional."

"You only said that I am a cutie pie and I can melt as quickly as an ice cream."

"Well..." She pulled my cheeks. "... that's true."

And I started to tickle her making her fall back on the couch, laughing loudly.

Later that evening, we all sat down to watch a movie with Farren sitting beside me, my arm around her shoulder and Ilaria in my arms, her head resting on my chest as she watched the movie.

And I realised how much at peace I felt.

It may have started with a revenge but it ended with me finding the missing pieces of my life. Love and happiness all in the form of my wife, my queen who even gave me a princess.

There's no way I am ever going to let her go again. Never.

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