Fated By Stars (Fated Hearts, #1 & 2)

Chapter 62

Roselyn must be back home already from the cafe. She is filled in my thoughts as I drive back to our home. I had to leave the day before yesterday for a meeting which took place yesterday but I couldn't return because I had some other work today. After the work was over I didn't want to stay in another city longer, away from her. I wanted to be with her soonest the possible. So I flew back the next hour.

Contentment is there knowing she would be happy seeing me return to her. I can hear her voice even though she is not here. Her laughter is there. 

Every day I had spent with her ever since we returned our home is pure rapture. My Roselyn. She has changed compared to how she used to be. Probably because she doesn't hate me any longer. She talks. She laughs. She smiles. She loves. Everything she didn't do before when I had first taken her. She runs the cafe extraordinarily. Adriana has started to work too, alongside her.

She is happy and mine.

My wife.

Ashlyn. That's what she wants to name our daughter when we have one. I love the name because it rhymes with hers, even the meaning is beautiful. Dream. However, she is not ready to have a child yet and neither am I. Although, ever since that morning where she filled my head with the vision of a baby girl in our hold, I'm dying to see her. To know what would she be like. Precious like her mother. I have been seeing the visions of me holding both Roselyn and Ashlyn in my hold at the same time for so long now. It feels like a long time.

I park the car and instantly get out, wanting to be close to her. I hope she is not asleep. We moved back to our home. The first place which felt home after her presence. 

Rushing upstairs, I enter our room, which is now towards the north wing since I wanted some privacy with her, and the rooms in the north wing are empty beside ours. I close the door behind me, turning on the lights. I move to her sleeping form. I wanted to make love to her but my wife's eyes are closed, she is in some other world.

Perfect. She looks perfect. She is sleeping at my side of the bed clutching the covers. I place my hand on her cheek, brushing her skin gently. She smiles and opens her eyes, half. Of course, she woke up since I turned on the lights. She raises her hand lazily and places it on my jaw, her hand is hot against my skin, probably because I was outside while she was in our room, "You're home," she says. Home. She no longer calls this place a mansion or an estate. It's our home. Where we live with our family.

I lean down and she leans up slightly, meeting my lips. I then kiss her cheeks, and she sighs heavenly. Can I love her more than this?

"ti amo, tesoro" I breathe out and move to the closet, changing into other briefs and move to the bathroom to freshen up. Keenness is filling me with the need to hold her like nothing else. When did I start to get so needy? In case of her? Always is the answer.

When I walk out, I see her on the balcony looking out into the night. Smiling I walk to her and wrap my hands around her from behind. I kiss her head with a grin, knowing she is my wife.  Am I happy because of her presence only? Yes.

"I missed you," I say, pulling her more to me, my voice comes out in a tone filled with lusty love. I need to be inside her. To love her.

"You were away for only a day," she says in a lullaby-like sweet voice, placing her hand on top of mine. I close my eyes for a second.

"It felt more than just a day," I complain, truth. I talked to her yesterday but it was not enough. Putting her hair aside, I kiss her skin in the sweet spot. I can feel her getting nervous and aroused. I smirk against her skin.

I turn her around, asking her to meet my eyes. And she does. Meets my gaze.

Bellissima.

I capture her lips, pulling them between mine but not kissing her, only touching the soft delicate lips. She moves her lips but I hold her back and she lets out a hindered sigh.