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"𝐀 𝐍𝐞𝐰 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭"

Four Years Later

Below me laid the man of my dreams. His sparkly eyes that glimmered under the sun, the small smile curved on his plump lips, and the large, thick hands that roamed my waist, stomach and then breasts—

Oh boy, I was utterly hot and in love.

"You're so sexy with that belly," He leaned up to my ear, whispering in his seductive deep tone.

His hand travelled around my stomach, slowly moving it over the large lump that stuck out.

I sighed, smiling happily and gratefully in the sun. "You want to know what else is sexy?" He travelled his lips down my neck, wetting spots and marking them.

Biting my lip, I nodded, eager for him to continue. "Words, Ella."

"Yes, I want to know." I replied breathlessly. Goddamn, this man has consumed me. And this baby girl in my stomach was slowly becoming my next obsession.

"Better my Diavolo," Whispering against my neck, he travelled down and over my shoulder.

Translation: Devil

Those hands came to grab my ass that was pressed against his thighs, I gasped and gripped onto his shoulders, a small giggle escaping my lips.

"Roman!" I hushed lightly, looking around our condo infinity pool. No one was here, but it felt like the world was watching us.

"Your culo." He answered and bent down, placing a gentle kiss on the middle of my stomach.

"I love you, Roman." My eyes wandered over him, embracing his muscular tan chest and golden glowing features.

Leaning forward, his lips grazed over mine teasingly and a smirk appeared. "I love you, my Ella."

Not holding back, I folded against him and melted into his mouth.

Our mouths moved together in a passionate rhythm. His tongue, my tongue, collided in its wet, warm nature.

Our kiss parted after my breath became breathless. His cold eyes turned bright under the sun and I relaxed against his chest.

"Have you thought of any names?" I asked him, tracing my finger along his specs.

"None. You?"

"Nuh-uh." I smiled against his chest, his hands roamed my stomach. It's become a daily thing now, ever since I fell pregnant he's been nonstop holding my stomach or rubbing it.

"I hope she looks like you." He said, stroking my hair with one hand. I looked up at him through my lashes and touched his cheek.

"She'll have your smile," I said, no doubt set in my mind that she wouldn't.

"Hm," He lifted a brow.

"Mhm," I replied slowly stroking his hair now. Roman leant his forehead against mine, his gold wedding band on his ring finger glimmered in the sunlight.

I grabbed his hand and kissed it gently, placing it back on my stomach.

We were currently in Italy. Roman's hometown.

Roman bought a condo for the two of us—well now three of us.

It was on one of the most beautiful hills, which looked over the entire city. The house was modern but beautiful. Glass windows that were dimmed on the outside, disabling anyone on the outside to look in.

He knew that I liked my privacy, and I guess he did too. It was perfectly made for the two of us.

We arrive back home next week, a week before my due date. My mother has been calling me nonstop to make sure I'm okay, my father joining in most of the time too.

Nicolo and I message every day as we always do. He and his girlfriend have been travelling lately, but most of it is for missions, business and such.

And me, I've been on holidays. Roman never takes 'holidays' but he's been taking care of us every day all the while working too. So, I guess I can't complain.

A year ago today, Roman and I had married. The proposal was rather more funny than sweet. We were on a mission, he was planning to take me out somewhere special later that night—he'd even gotten Kara and the crew to help him out and plan everything.

Although, this mission was another near-death situation. Which, out of adrenaline, had left him to propose to me outside of an abandoned building filled with dead bodies, kneeling on one knee and mumbling the sweetest things before popping out the mini box.

It couldn't have been more perfect.

I told Roman we could just chill and relax all day, knowing well enough he has planned something. He wouldn't let it slide even if he seemed perfectly fine with just 'chilling'.

"It's getting late, amore."

Pouting, I pushed my body further into him and his relaxed nature turned hard within seconds.

Smiling cheekily, I rubbed my lower body against his hard groin which had his hands coming to my hips instantly stilling me.

"Come on baby,"

I gave him my best puppy dog eyes, desperately hoping he could help a pregnant woman out. Instead, he swiftly stood up and brought me along with him.

His arms around my waist steadied me and he carefully began to guide me back into the house.

"Romannnn," I dragged, whining and gripping onto his bicep as I wobbled inside.

He continued to ignore me, my eyes peaked behind me and I saw the visible large bulge between him and his shorts.

Biting my lip, I stopped walking and swiftly turned around in his arms. He seemed genuinely surprised as I pushed my arms around his neck and ran them up and down the back of his head.

"Just a few minutes and then we can get myself ready for whatever you have for us tonight," I whispered softly against his lips, breaths mingling.

My seducing ways hadn't faltered over the past couple of years, I still get to seduce this fine piece of meat every day. And it worked every time.

"Fuck, Arabella," He grabbed my jaw and smashed his lips against mine. My belly exploded with butterflies, instinctively I pressed my loaded body into him.

The struggle was real when you're pregnant.

He pulls away and says, "We can go to the bedroom so you're comfortable, and after, we get you ready. Capire?"

Translation: Understand?

"Understood." I stood on the tips of my toes and pushed my tongue into his mouth.

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Giggling, I gripped onto his hand that covered my eyes. "Roman, I want to see now!"

Practically feeling his eye roll, we walked a few more steps down and finally, he removed his hand.

"Open."

My eyes were blurry at first, but then my vision settled in and I freaked.

A gasp left my lips and my heart raced uncontrollably.

Above us were stars galore. A river full of darkness but because of how strong the starlight was, the sky reflected on the calm waters.

In the sky sprinkled with so many stars. Bunched up, spread out, so many stars. After numerous accounts of seeing dozens of stars all over the world, Italy easily became my favourite place to view them.

And every time Roman took us back to his home town, he managed to find a new location for stargazing every single time.

Tonight was particularly one of my favourites. Maybe it was because of how bright they were or because of the cam river—but wow, I have never been so in love.

I stepped forward, my eyes then darting to the wooden table in the middle. A bunch of flowers sat in the middle of the table, a white cloth draped over the base of it.

A meal of some sort sat on top and a brown basket of goodies sat on the end.

"You've really done it this time," I whispered, grazing my fingers along the table. I looked at him over my shoulder, suppressing the squeal that wanted to leave.

"Like?" He brushed his hands on my stomach—like I said, a habit.

"Love," I exclaimed, dipping my head up to meet his.

"Love? Love what?" He said sarcastically, his way of begging me to say the words—

"I love you," I brought my lips to his, melting into him. "I love you," He mumbled between breaths.

"I know," I smirked and he kissed the tip of my nose. "I bet you do," He replied back and squeezed my bum softly.

Roman helped me to my seat, sliding my legs over the bench and sitting me properly. Roman came beside me and began opening up all the food he brought.

As if my appetite wasn't big enough already, having a second body inside me was just triple the times I ate.

Roman didn't mind, he never cared. Instead, he bought thrice as much food with him and we shared.

"I also got you something," I turned my hand into my bag, I decided to give it to him once we were done.

"Well, it's not really for you but for us."

Both of my hands the small pink onesie patterned with white stars across it. I watched Roman's eyes dilate, looking from the clothing to my stomach.

He licked his lips and took it into his hands before pushing his own hand to my stomach. "I thought of a name," He said, looking up.

Excitedly, I sat closer to him and eagerly pulled a strawberry into my mouth.

"Mhm," I mumbled to let him know I was listening.

He pulls a lock of hair behind my ear, whispering the name like a soft caress. "Serenity Agnello."

My heart stopped for a millisecond.

The name itself meant calm and peace. That was exactly how I felt about our little girl. Every time my hand went to touch the gentle kick she made or just the presence of knowing she was there, the state of peace came over me.

It seemed that this feeling was a mutual with Roman.

Serenity.

It's perfect.

"It's perfect." I say my thoughts. A lone happy tear falls from my eye and I wipe it away as quickly as it came.

Roman smiled ever so slightly, his gaze travelling all over. "Serenity Agnello." He tests the name on his tongue, humming after in approval.

"Definitely going to look like you, Ella."

I giggled and leaned my head on his shoulder, pressing a kiss to his neck.

"And she's going to have that beautiful smile of yours, Roman."

He chuckled and kissed the edge of my jaw, his hand slowly soothing the little human growing inside my belly.