Beautiful Betrayal

My Home

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“Thinking of you keeps me awake. Dreaming of you keeps me asleep. Being with you keeps me alive.”
~Unknown
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D O M I N I C
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"Victoria, Asher!!!" I called out their names, but no reply came. I had planned to have lunch with my wife and child, but as I arrived home, I found the house eerily quiet and empty.

Panic surged through me as I raced up the stairs. Just then, I heard a maid's voice behind me.

"Mr. Russo, Mrs. Russo and Asher are out."

"Where?" I asked, trying to steady my breathing.

"Sir, Mrs. Russo took Asher to the nearest park, like she always does."

I exhaled a shaky breath, feeling a wave of relief wash over me. It had been a week since that night. Things between Victoria and me had improved, but she still hadn't moved back to our room, nor had she given me any indication that she was ready to. I hadn't forced her either.

I quickly made my way downstairs, grabbing my coat before heading out to the park. But as I started my car, I saw them entering the house. They were both laughing, their faces lit up with joy and carefree happiness. Seeing their content expressions, I held my breath. It was a sight to behold—these two are my world.

I had always thought of home as a place, but now I understood that home wasn’t just a location. It was the embrace of those two arms that welcomed me back, the warmth of their presence.

She and Asher is my home.

I quickly got out of the car and rushed toward them. Seeing me, they both greeted me with heart-stopping smiles.

Without wasting another moment, I scooped Asher up and then wrapped my arms around Victoria, pulling her close, I kissed her. At first, she hesitated, but then she kissed me back. I was so lost in the kiss that I didn’t immediately notice the small, wiggling figure in my arms.

“Yuck, Daddy! Stop eating Mommy!” Asher exclaimed.

Hearing his words, I pulled away and laughed wholeheartedly. It had been years since I felt this happy—genuine, unfiltered joy, surrounded by the family I loved more than anything.

“I can’t help it, buddy. Your mommy is just too delicious.”

"Dominic!" Victoria gasped, her cheeks flushed, though the warmth in her eyes and I grinned.

After lunch, I couldn’t bear the thought of leaving them, so I took the day off and ended up staying for dinner too.

After dinner, as Victoria was putting the dishes in the dishwasher, I gently took them from her hands. "Let me do this. You go and get some rest."

Today, she seemed a little lost, as if something was bothering her. Without a word, she left the dishes and walked out of the kitchen, heading upstairs without sparing me another glance.

I sighed and called out for Asher. He was playing in the living room, and hearing my voice, he came running with his little legs.

"Let’s go, buddy. It’s time for bed."

He pouted, mimicking his mother’s habit. "But Daddy, I want to play more."

"Play tomorrow, love. Let’s go," I said, and this time he followed without further objection.

As I was reading a bedtime story, he suddenly interrupted me.

"Daddy?"

"Yes, buddy?"

"I have a friend in Australia."

"Hmm?" I responded, listening with interest.

"He has a small baby sister," Asher continued, his eyes lighting up with excitement. "She’s so chubby and pretty and cute, and she also has little dimples when she laughs."

I smiled, "she sounds so beautiful." I said and he nodded like an grownup man full of seriousness on his little face.

As I was about to open the book again, Asher called out to me again.

"Daddy?"

"Yes, buddy?"

"I want a little sister too."

The request took me by surprise. I looked at him, his eyes full of hope and expectation.

"Well, buddy," I said, gently, "it sounds like you’d be a great big brother. Maybe one day we can talk about that with Mommy."

Asher smiled, content with the answer, and I resumed reading, but now my mind was a mess. Asher's innocent request had planted an idea in my head, and I couldn’t stop imagining Victoria, her belly swollen with our baby. The vision of her carrying our child filled me with a primal need.

After putting Asher to sleep, I walked downstairs and sank onto a stool in the kitchen. I opened an old bottle of wine and poured a generous amount into my glass.

The thought of my wife, pregnant and barefoot in the kitchen is enough to make me hard and aroused.

"Damn it!" I muttered, and downed the wine in one large gulp. I poured myself another glass, swirling the wine slowly as I stared at the empty space in front of me. The house was quiet, but my mind was anything but. The image of Victoria, glowing with pregnancy, was all I could think about. The idea of having another child, a little sibling for Asher, was starting to feel less like a passing thought and more like a desire.

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