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I smile, reaching out to cup her cheek. “I’m more than okay, sweetheart. I’m just… happy. So incredibly happy.”
Lou beams at me, and I see the same joy reflected in her eyes. “Me too, Mom. I love our family.”
“Ready, Fee?” Zip asks softly.
I take a deep breath, nodding. “More than ready.”
As the first notes of the wedding march begin to play, I step forward, ready to start the next chapter of our lives. Whatever challenges we may face, I know we’ll face them together—as a family.
It’s time to become Mrs. Angelo Pirelli, and I couldn’t be happier.
The wedding passesin a blur of joy and emotion, but one moment stands out crystal clear in my memory—the look on Angelo’s face as I walked down the aisle. His eyes widened, filled with a mixture of awe and love that took my breath away. For a moment, it felt like we were the only two people in the world.
The reception is a beautiful celebration of our love and our family. We dance, laugh, and bask in the warmth of our friends and loved ones. As the night winds down, we say our goodbyes, kissing Enzo and Lou.
“Be good for Aunt Shawn, okay?” I tell them, my heart squeezing at the thought of being away from them, even if just for a short time.
Lou rolls her eyes good-naturedly. “We’ll be fine, Mom. You and Dad have fun on your honeymoon!”
With one last wave, Angelo and I climb into the waiting car, cheers and well-wishes from our guests following us as we drive away.
Our flight isn’t until morning, so we head to a luxurious suite at a five-star hotel in the city. As we step inside, I’m momentarily stunned by the opulence. The room is spacious, with floor-to-ceiling windows offering a breathtaking view of the city’s skyline. A king-sized bed dominates one side of the room, covered in plush, ivory linens. A bottle of champagne chills in an ice bucket nearby.
“Angelo,” I breathe, taking it all in. “This is amazing.”
He wraps his arms around me from behind, pressing a kiss to my neck. “Only the best for my wife,” he murmurs.
As I lean back into his embrace, I’m overwhelmed with emotion. After everything we’ve been through, all the challenges we’ve faced, we’re here. Together. Married.
I turn in his arms, meeting his gaze. “I love you, Angelo Pirelli.”
His smile is gentle, filled with all the love he holds for me. “And I love you, Sofia Pirelli,” he replies, the words like a promise, binding us together.
He leans down, capturing my lips in a tender kiss, one that speaks of everything we’ve shared, everything that’s brought us to this moment.
The kiss is soft at first, a slow exploration, our lips moving together in a rhythm that feels like home. His hands cradle my face, his thumbs brushing over my cheeks as if he’s memorizing every detail. I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him closer, wanting to lose myself in him, in the warmth and safety of his embrace.
He deepens the kiss, his tongue sliding against mine, coaxing a soft moan from me. I feel the love he pours into every touch, every caress. His hands move down to my waist, lifting me slightly so I’m on my toes. I giggle against his mouth, feeling the joy bubbling up inside me, and he smiles, the sound of my laughter only fueling his affection.
Angelo lifts me effortlessly, and I wrap my legs around his waist, feeling his strength as he carries me to the bed. He lays me down gently, like I’m something precious, and kneels above me, his eyes roaming over my body with a look of adoration that makes my heart race.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers, his voice low and reverent. “I can’t believe you’re mine.”
I smile up at him, my hand reaching up to trace the strong line of his jaw. “I’ve always been yours, Angelo,” I tell him softly. “From the moment you walked into my life.”
He leans down, capturing my lips again, and this time the kiss is hungrier, needier. His hands move to the straps of my dress, slowly sliding them down my shoulders, exposing more of my skin to his touch. His fingers are gentle, unhurried, as if he wants to savor every moment. He pulls the dress down, baring my breasts, and I feel a blush rise to my cheeks under his intense gaze.
“You’re perfect,” he murmurs, his hands cupping my breasts, his thumbs brushing over my nipples. I arch into his touch, a soft moan escaping my lips as pleasure washes over me.
He lowers his head, his mouth closing around one nipple, his tongue flicking over the sensitive peak. I gasp, my fingers threading through his hair, holding him to me.
“Angelo,” I breathe, my voice a mixture of need and love.
He moves to the other breast, giving it the same attention, his hand sliding down my body, over my hips, to the hem of my dress. He pushes the fabric up, exposing my thighs, and I shiverunder his touch. His fingers trace the outline of my lace panties, teasing me, making my breath hitch with anticipation.
He kisses his way down my body, his mouth leaving a trail of heat against my skin. When he reaches the edge of my panties, he hooks his fingers into them, pulling them down slowly, his eyes never leaving mine.
The way he looks at me makes me feel worshiped, cherished in a way Angelo has only been able to make me feel.
