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Her hair was sprawled against my chest, her breathing light. I could hear the waves of the ocean rolling in the silence of the night. Despite it being three in the morning, I was wide awake. My mind had a million thoughts buzzing through it.
Today would be the last day of our honeymoon. We'd left Washington the day after visiting the cemetery and seeing her family. We came back to the Caribbean and we've been here for an entire month. The girls didn't want to spend any time with us since they insisted that we deserved to be alone for a month.
I asked my wife where in the world she wanted to go, and she said she wanted to stay here the whole month. I was afraid that being with me for so long without interruptions would make her realize that marrying me was a mistake, but that didn't happen.
If anything, we're the closest we've ever been.
We've been away from the world and technology. We'd bought a burner phone where we could be reached if there was an emergency, and nothing happened for the entire month. Instead we talked, we made love, she painted, we cooked, we baked, and we swam and just enjoyed each other's uninterrupted company for a whole month.
And now the thought of going back into civilization scared me.
"You know, I can't sleep with you thinking so loudly," she mumbled.
"I haven't even said anything," I defended.
"You didn't have to, and you know it," she sighed, settling her chin on my chest as she looked up at me.
We have this thing where we can't sleep if the other is unsettled. I obviously picked up on this much earlier, even before we got married, but I was surprised to find out that it works both ways. She can't sleep if I'm bothered either.
"I'm worried Ari. We both know the articles were released and I've been driving myself crazy about what the possible reactions could be," I explained.
"Caro, you are going to have a heart attack or high blood pressure from all this stress. You are worrying for nothing. Who cares what the world has to say, honestly speaking? I love you and you love me. We're married and happy with our lives. We don't need anything else," she said.
"So you're not the least bit freaked out?" I raised an eyebrow.
"No, and I'm really surprised that you are to begin with. I didn't expect that from my feared CEO," she taunted.
"You and I both know that who I am in the media and who I am behind closed doors are two different people," I argued.
"I know, but I truly believe you're stressing for nothing. You're a married man now, and an exposed father, but does that take away from the CEO you are? I don't think so. If anything, I think it shows that you're even stronger than people had originally thought," she countered.
"I'm still feeling otherwise," I sighed.
"I'm there with you the whole way Rafe," she said softly. I reached out to put a strand of her hair behind her ear.
"I know you are mia moglie," I smiled.
"I know you've refused for the entire month, but I really want you to paint something. It's a great way to get your frustration out. And, it helps that painting can look like pure nonsense and still go for millions," she pointed out.
"Alright fine Mrs Maestri. I'm sold on this painting idea of yours," I chuckled.
"Good! Since we're both clearly not going to get any sleep tonight, we may as well go now," she said as she stood up. I could only stare at the absolute beauty before me.
I can't wait to see her pregnant with our children.
"What?" she blushed as she picked up my t-shirt from the chair.
"I'm just wondering how I got so lucky to not only be blessed with a loving wife, but for her to be such a vision as well," I replied as I stood up to put on my boxers.
"I wonder the same thing every day," she smiled.
"Conceited much?" I teased.
"I hate it every time you do that to me. You know what I mean," she scrunched up her nose. I chuckled and kissed her.
"I know what you mean cara mia. I just love getting you all riled up," I admitted sheepishly.
"You are a strange man Raphael Maestri," she sighed.
"Says the woman who married a strange man to begin with," I scoffed.
"Oh, I hate you," she playfully glared at me.
"Really?" I smirked, wrapping my arms around her waist as I picked her up.
"Mhmm," she giggled.
"Well, I need to earn your love back," I said thoughtfully.
"We're not doing it," she scolded.
"Is your dirty mind on 24/7 mi amore? I was merely going to tickle you, but seemingly you like other things," I teased. She hid in the crook of my neck.
"I'm a newlywed woman with a husband that was voted 'The Hottest Bachelor CEO in the World' three times in a row the past three years. Can you really blame me?" she purred in my ear.
Dio! How did she turn this on me?
"You're a minx!" I declared. She giggled and lifted her knee, letting it pass by my awakened member.
"Now whose dirty mind is activated? Though it's safe to say that two of your brains are dirty minded," she joked.
"Oh, you think you're so smart cara mia?" I narrowed my eyes at her.
"I'd love to think I am," she said proudly. She squeaked when I threw her onto the bed.
"No! Whatever comeback ploy you have, don't even think about it. We were on our way to paint," she said, trying to get off the bed.
"Don't make me tie you to the bed," I chuckled.
"Look here signor, we're not going down that path!" she crossed her arms.
You can imagine my shock when I discovered that my wife is actually a very sexually open person. I guess you could say she's what most people would refer to as a 'freak'. I felt guilty for judging her. Most people tend to think people with her personality are 'boring' in all areas, especially where sex is related, but I can attest to the fact that that isn't in any way true.
I have myself a tigress in all areas.
"You say that as if you wouldn't enjoy it," I turned the charm on.
"I've been married to you for a little over a month now Raphael. I know what you're trying to do. We both know I'd enjoy it. That's not to say that we have to do it every time it happens to jump into our conversations," she said sternly.
"Why do I feel like you're serving me blue balls on a platter here?" I huffed, laying beside her.
"Because I know what you're trying to do, and I refuse to be dragged into it," she replied.
"And what is it that I'm doing?" I turned in question.
"You're running," she sighed.
"Running?" I scowled.
"Yes, running. I suggested that we go paint so that you can take your frustrations out. Deep inside, you know that means travelling through the very thoughts you're running from, so yes, you're running," she explained.
Must she know me so well without really knowing me?
If that even makes sense...
"I love you more than I can put into words, but I honestly hate marrying you at moments like this," I murmured, staring up at the ceiling. She straddled me, forcing me to look at her.
"I know you do, and unfortunately you're going to have a lot of these moments because I'm not going anywhere. I'll always be here, even when you want to run away. I'll only track you down," she smiled.
"I also hate when you're being cute, just for the record," I added.
"Alright you hateful man, let's make a deal," she offered.
"I'm listening," I said, my attention fully on her.
"If you face your demons and paint, we'll spend the rest of the day doing whatever you want, and you can have your way with me," she smirked.
"That last part sounds like it would be beneficial to you more than me," I cocked my head to the side.
"Not if we do that thing," she blushed.
"That thing? As in the thing you said we could never do?" I asked excitedly.
"That very one. If you can face your demons and honestly portray them in a painting, we can do it tonight," she smiled.
"Well, now I'm definitely in," I smirked.
"But only if you carry out the first part of the deal wholeheartedly," she reminded.
"I promise," I said before bringing her down for a kiss.
She stopped the kiss before it could turn into something else. I was annoyed by that, but only because I didn't want to confront my demons. Every step we took towards the room we'd converted into a studio, the more nervous I got.
"Breathe mio marito. You don't have to do this, although I'd really like it if you would," she squeezed my hand.
I looked down at her expectant eyes, and all I could see in them is the unconditional love I know she has for me. I love this woman with my entire body, mind, heart and soul. She is my everything, and all she wants is to see me happy.
To see me free.
"I love you Aretha Maestri," I said softly. She got onto her toes and pulled me down for a short but sweet kiss.
"I love you more Raphael Maestri. There's your canvas. Now, go wild. Paint whatever you'd like to. It doesn't even have to have anything to do with your past or demons. Just let your emotions out onto the canvas. I'll be busy over there with my own piece ok?" she said, to which I nodded.
She was immersed in her painting within seconds, while I stared at the canvas before me. When I was younger, I was pretty good at drawing, but I know that just because one can draw, does not necessarily mean that they can paint.
My wife can't draw to save her life, but her paintings are beyond breathtaking.
I'm honestly proud of her. She's come so far from when we first met, and it makes me smile whenever I watch her talking about her new passions. Shockingly, one of her passions has become growing The Maestri Empires with me. She just takes on everything with such a great attitude.
If I could duplicate her, she'd be my only employee.
That's when it came to me. She's painted me so many times, in some form or the other, and as I looked at her, lost in her creative mind, I knew what I wanted to paint. I wanted to paint the love of my life.
My painting wouldn't be as definitive and intricate as hers, but I was sure it would be something I'd be proud of. I started out with a simple silhouette of her figure, before I brought it to life in the ways I thought would work.
When I was finishing up with the third painting, it took me a while to register that it was the third canvas. She wasn't kidding that painting does wonders for you. I looked back at the second canvas, and I figured that it was inspired by the girls.
The third canvas however, is dark themed. The colours, the brushstrokes and just everything about it is a clear depiction of the turmoil within me- the many things I haven't dealt with. I have so many emotions bottled up, and the only person with the power to help me let them out is biting her lip, her eyebrows scrunched together.
"What's wrong Signora Maestri?" I asked her, walking over to her. The sun had fully risen by now.
Yes, we've been in our little bubble that long.
"The placement of this shed is bothering me," she replied.
"What is this place?" I asked, looking at the painting of the house.
"It's a picture of the house my dad grew up in. He showed me the picture a couple of times, and I think this is what it looked like," she informed.
"You can remember that far back?" I asked in surprise.
"I have an excellent memory, or at least most times for most things. My mum used to say I probably have photographic memory to an extent. It never made sense to me until I was old enough to understand what she was trying to say," she said.
"You're just amazing at every turn. The shed looks like it should be closer to the house when you look at the angle at which you've painted the scenery," I suggested.
"That's exactly what I was thinking. Thank you caro," she beamed before kissing me.
"You're welcome cara mia," I chuckled.
"Are you done with your painting?" she asked.
"I, uh, painted three paintings," I replied.
"You're kidding!" she said with wide eyes.
"There they are," I showed her.
She walked over to them, the wonder clear in her eyes. I found myself nervous about what she was thinking. She was analyzing the third painting first, and I could see the different emotions on her face; the confusion, the anger, the sadness, the curiosity.
The love.
"Why paint around this spot?" she asked, referring to the only white spot on the painting.
"It's where you are," I said lowly. She turned to face me.
"Me?" she asked.
"Well, you and the girls. It's untouched because the five of you are untainted. You're the only pure things in my life. You're in the centre of my heart as a representation of hope. I painted around the spot to show that while I may be filled with darkness; there is still hope for me because I am not completely drowning in it. I have light, and I hope that the spot grows to the point where my entire canvas can be pure," I explained, wiping away the lone tear that escaped her eye.
"I also hate when you're being mushy, just for the record," she said with a little laugh.
Playing my words right back at me.
"Yeah well, I have to grasp those moments when they come because God knows I'm an idiot most of the time," I joked.
"I'm afraid to agree with you," she giggled.
"You just did through that statement. Shame on you," I mock glared at her. She shrugged before turning back to the painting.
"This is you Rafe, you in all your glory. How does this painting make you feel?" she asked.
"It makes me feel vulnerable," I admitted.
"How so?" she turned back to face me.
"The black paint represents my anger, based on things that still make me angry to this day. The orange paint represents my need for revenge, and the red paint represents my struggle to not take action. The blue represents my hurt, and the purple represents my envy of a life I was denied. The green paint represents my craving for a better life, and well you know what the white spot is all about," I explained.
I didn't expect her to kiss me. I could feel the wetness between our cheeks, and only when we pulled away, did I realize that she wasn't the one who was crying. This woman must have some kind of superpower since she's the only person who can make me cry.
"You have taken a major step today caro, and I'm thankful to you for that. I hope that as time goes, I will learn more about the events behind the relevant colours. I want you to always remember that I'll always be here for you, no matter what," she said, cupping my cheek. I took her hand and kissed the inside of her palm.
"I'll never forget that, and it works the same way with you. I'm not going anywhere, ever," I said strongly.
"I believe you," she smiled. I leaned down to kiss her once more before she turned to the second painting.
"The girls," she said knowingly.
"How did you know?" I asked curiously.
"I may not know what I'm looking at, but I know it was inspired by them. You used only their favourite colours for this painting," she explained.
She's smart.
"I'm impressed, as always," I commented.
"Thank you," she giggled, moving onto the first painting.
It was then when I saw the true fascination on her face. She took a very long time to admire the painting. She was silent the whole way through, but the emotions were clear as day on her face. She trailed her fingers over it once more before turning to me with teary eyes.
"Make love to me," she whispered.
Like I would deny her.
I don't know if it was because of our emotional highs, but our unification was much sweeter, and more emotionally connected than ever. I could feel in my blood, and from her heart rate, it was clear that this was mutual.
I took my time making love to her. I was in no hurry, and I wanted to worship her, to worship her body. I wanted to take my time engraving every corner of her body to my memory. I wanted to show her just how much she means to me.
Or at least in this way.
"What time is it?" she yawned as she woke up.
"It's a little after one," I replied.
"We didn't even have breakfast," she scowled.
"Or at least not the conventional kind," I wiggled my eyebrows, earning myself a smack to the chest.
"I'm hungry, and it's your turn to make food," she reminded. Spending so much time with her means my cooking skills have improved, and she makes sure to take advantage of that fact.
"Alright cara mia. What would you like to have?" I asked as I got up. I was wondering why she wasn't saying anything, until I looked back to find her staring at my back.
"Marrying you has got to be one of the best decisions I've ever made, if not the best," she blushed when she realized she'd been caught.
"Why does that statement make me feel cheap?" I scowled.
"Probably because you know you have nothing else to offer me other than all of this," she taunted, signalling to my naked body.
"What about my money?" I asked.
"I care not for your riches Signor Maestri," she shrugged.
"I'm so touched right now," I frowned. She giggled and got up on her knees so that she could kiss me.
"You know I love you for more than just your body," she said breathlessly from the kiss.
"Damn straight!" I smirked.
"Your mind is average, but I guess it does it for me," she giggled.
"Woman," I groaned.
"I love you too mi amore," she smiled, getting off of the bed. She put her night gown on, before leaving the room.
I put on my pyjama pants and followed after her. While I prepared food, she stood out on the balcony facing the other side of the island. We'd explored the island a bit more, but when she saw some big spider, she swore that she was fine with admiring the rest of the island from inside the safety of the house.
I settled on some hake and fries. Every week, a boat has come to deliver food to us as I'd requested. My wife would make a list of what she wants, and it would come the following week. Now that we would be leaving, we'd be paying for the maintenance of the house until the next time we come here.
Which I believe will be with the girls.
I think she misses the girls more than I do. I never ever thought I'd ever find a woman who could be a wife to me, and a mother to the girls. Hell, I never once thought that I'd ever find a woman who would love the girls almost as much as I do, and I'm convinced my wife loves them as much as I do.
What's there not to love about her?
"What's on the menu?" she asked me when I joined her outside. The sun was shining beautifully on her.
"Hake and fries. The hake is grilling, and the fries are ready," I replied.
"Yum! You make the best hake I've ever tasted," she said dreamily.
"Why thank you Signora Maestri. That means a lot coming from someone of your calibre," I bowed.
"My calibre?" she giggled.
"Yes my modest wife, your calibre. You're amazing at everything you do. Quite frankly, I'm a little jealous," I smirked as I pulled her into me.
"Ha! Says the CEO of a multibillionaire business that's prominent in thirteen industries, with three pending," she rolled her eyes.
"Running a business is simply one talent," I chuckled.
"One talent that you excel in, in thirteen industries. That says a lot Rafe," she argued.
"Alright. Let's both agree that we're talented and call it a day," I suggested.
"It's only two in the afternoon. I highly doubt the day is over," she jested.
"You are just on a roll today," I shook my head, the smile inevitable.
"I can't help it. It's the last day I get to be freely goofy and worry free with you. I'm milking it for all it's worth," she sighed, hands running through my hair.
Have I mentioned how much I love her doing that?
"Promise me we'll never let ourselves drift from this, from our love," she whispered. I kissed her.
"I promise," I said.
And I would do my all best to keep to that promise.
I'm an impossible person to deal with, that I've already admitted, but she makes me want to be a better version of myself, so it's not all that hard to want to make her happy. It's simple really- for as long as she's happy, then I'm happy, so making her happy makes me happy.
I think if people understood that, then relationships would actually survive. That's why I'm going to fight for my marriage. I still find myself believing that my wife is too good for me, so instead of trying to push her away because I feel I don't deserve her, I will work to keep her in my life and my heart because she's my one and most valuable gift from God after my children.
"Caro, what exactly is going to happen when we get back home?" she asked as we sat in our room. We'd long finished eating and were just sitting and talking.
"Do you mean from the moment we land?" I asked, to which she nodded.
"Well, our first stop is unfortunately the office, but only so that we can fetch a folder that needs my attention. I'm pretty sure our family and friends will have a dinner planned for the night, so there's that as well. I'm only going back to work on Monday so we can spend the weekend with the girls," I replied. It's Wednesday, and we'll be in Italy by Friday afternoon.
"What's in the folder you need?" she frowned.
"Information about the candidates we've narrowed down on for the competition. With our wedding and honeymoon, the competition this year has been a little derailed. It's my first priority right now, but I'll also be helping you with your businesses," I told her.
"You don't have to do that. Why don't I hire a team to help me?" she asked.
"I guess that makes sense, but I'll still be overseeing everything," I said.
"As expected! I can't wait to get started on the foundation," she smiled.
We'd had a discussion about how she was going to go about everything once we got back. We ended up agreeing that she'll start with the foundation and the restaurant. Once those are up and running, she's going to learn everything about our businesses and officially take up her position as COB. From then will come the art gallery/museum (since she'll be exhibiting new and old pieces from different artists) and lastly, the bakery.
"I know. You've told me at least a hundred times in the past month," I chuckled.
"We have been together for that long, alone. So, of course I told you that many times," she giggled.
"I wish we could bring the girls here and stay here forever," I sighed.
"Well, with the amount of money we have, it's possible, except we need to get back and do our bit in changing the world," she smiled.
I was just happy she was finally saying 'our money'.
It took a long time for her to put the word 'our' in front of all things that previously belonged to me alone. It took interrupting her every time she said 'your' to change it to 'our' so that she got the hang of it. She's truly unlike any woman I know. Most women would jump at the opportunity to own as much as she does now, and would probably flaunt it.
She all but fainted when I gave her the black card with her new name on it.
"You just had to go and be a good woman. Why couldn't you be selfish and make me quit my job?" I groaned.
"Because silly, we have more than three million employees worldwide, and our companies are helping to make the world a better place for all, so we do more good working than we do just living on a private island," she pointed out.
"Again, couldn't you be an evil woman who doesn't care about anything but her husband and his money?" I chuckled.
"Wrong woman Maestri," she winked.
"Clearly," I smirked.
We sat there and talked some more. We laughed, and she even let me tickle her, as much as she hates it. She, however, knows that I love hearing her laugh, and when I tickle her, that's when her laughter is most genuine.
We both cooked dinner, which we had, though she was eating very slowly. I knew she was stalling, which I found adorable. I pointed out an important point to her, which had her mumbling incoherently as she went upstairs to get ready. I followed her and got ready with her before we went outside together.
"I can't believe you're making me do this Raphael," she huffed. I knew she was seriously peeved from the use of my full name.
"We don't have to do it mi amore, even though I really want to," I caressed her cheek.
"I just don't understand why anyone would find this romantic. I think it's creepy, and isn't the water like really cold at night?" she asked.
"I don't think it bothers you once you're into it," I chuckled.
"Then you'd better make sure I don't even register the temperature of the darn water," she warned as she took off her nightgown.
Yep, we were doing the dirty in the sea.
I've always wondered what it would be like, and now that I'm married, my curiosity peaked through the roof. I watched my sexy wife approach the water. The air was humid, but she had a point about the temperature of the water dropping at night.
I stood for a while, just watching her. She hadn't even realized that she was handling it much better than she thought she would. When she turned to face me, I thought I would pass out from the perfection facing me. The moonlight shining on her naked form was my undoing.
"Well, are you coming in or not?" she asked, her voice sounding strangely turned on.
I joined her seconds after. We let the emotions take us away, the temperature of the water forgotten to us. It's true that things like this are just that much better when you do them with the person you love, and God knows I love this woman.
After a perfect ending to our day, we slept, knowing that our honeymoon phase had come to an end. We were ready to leave the following afternoon, and she was very quiet on the way to the airport. I wasn't sure whether or not she was ok.
I got my answer when we'd settled in the air. She dragged me to the bedroom on the jet, and she cried. She finally admitted that she was panicking, and I could only hold her and convince her that everything would be ok.
She's so incredible.
By the time we landed, she was much calmer. In fact, she was determined; determined to prove something not only to me, but to herself. Sven was waiting for us with the Rolls Royce. After taking our luggage from us, I let him know about our stop at the office, and he nodded.
"What about our paintings?" my wife gasped.
"I already wrapped them up. They'll be shipped here within the next few days. Don't worry, they'll be here soon," I said before kissing her temple.
"We'll be fine right?" she asked worriedly.
"I thought we weren't worrying," I asked amusedly.
"Ok! We're not worrying. We'll be fine. We can face anything!" she said, looking like she was giving herself a pep talk.
"Do you have any idea how mad you look right now?" I chuckled.
"If you're wise, you wont call your wife mad when she's borderline panicking," she said sweetly.
"If you're the woman I married, then you wont panic," I played back.
"Clever! You're just lucky your handsome face makes up for the nonsensical words you speak," she smirked.
"Again with my looks! I feel like you lied to everyone at our wedding. You just married me for my looks, you shameful woman!" I feigned hurt with a hand to my chest.
"I told you it's all you've got to offer me. I couldn't very well let everyone know that. Wouldn't want anyone to pity you, now would you?" she giggled.
"Oh? So they wouldn't think you're shallow or anything like that?" I raised an eyebrow.
"Pssh, please! Everyone knows I did you a favour by saying 'I do'," she smirked.
"Now you're just downright stepping on my heart," I rolled my eyes at her.
"I love you mio caro," she smiled.
"I love you too cara mia," I chuckled before kissing her.
We reached headquarters and she suggested that Sven be the one to get the folder I needed since the press was outside. We waited for him to get the folder, before we made our way to the house. We were both anxious to see the girls.
When we got to the house, our bags were forgotten as we headed into the house. As suspected, we arrived to a 'Welcome Home' party with our family and closest friends. The girls were the most thrilled to see us, much as we were to see them. Once we were satisfied with being reacquainted with our daughters, we went around greeting and hugging everyone else.
"You people like to take your time hey? First it was your vows, then your honeymoon. Must be so nice," Luigi commented, making everyone laugh.
"You both look so happy and so relaxed," Bianca smiled.
"We are," my wife and I said happily.
"Well, let's eat while you tell us everything," my grandmother suggested.
I know my wife was relieved to see that her grandmother was still alive. She was afraid that Yvette would leave us while we were on our honeymoon. We sat down and told everyone about our month long honeymoon away. We obviously kept it PG (not even 13) for the girls.
They filled us in on what we really wanted to know about- the aftermath of the press release. Apparently everything was actually fine. We were trending for two weeks after the articles were released, and the ratings on the TV special were off the charts. The company also benefited from the positive exposure, and I'll clearly be busy with some new business deals.
As if I don't already have enough to deal with.
Fortunately, I wasn't the only one with a lot on their plate. Now that my wife had expressed her hobbies and what she hopes to branch into, she also had business opportunities coming at her. She also has influential people waiting to donate to the foundation.
So, a lot happened in our absence.
We enjoyed our time with our family, happy to be back with them. We learnt that Rhonda isn't going back to America since my brother offered her a job as his P.A so that she has a reason to stay. I already knew that even without the job, she wouldn't have gone back. Just like with my wife, it didn't take long or much for Rhonda to fall in love with Italy.
We also learnt that my grandmother had take the girls to church after she learned that I was finally ok with them joining the church. They've spoke to the priest there and they're in baptism classes, which my wife and I have to attend.
"You guys have a load of gifts to open up. Like three of the guest rooms are filled with your wedding gifts, and that's excluding our gifts," Joel informed.
"That is insane," my wife said, wide eyed.
"That's what happens when you're rich. People are hoping you'll return the favours in time," Fabius chuckled.
"Still madness," I commented.
"Well, we have out gifts here, so you get to open them. Yay!" Rhonda said excitedly, making everyone laugh.
All the gifts were special in one way or another. The girls got us a whole bunch of gifts, including a large sized and framed photo of the six of us from our wedding day. I love the picture because we were all so happy.
The gifts that shocked me most however, are the gifts from the artists I sponsor in Argentina; the ones who work for Joel. They each gifted me with a rendition of their observations of the first time my wife painted.
Which led to the awe from the gift from my wife.
It's a painting of me, the very first painting she ever painted. She captured me in a way that stole my breath. I've spent a month praising her, but this particular piece stole my heart as well. I didn't even know what to say. I was simply stunned.
"I've been wondering whether or not I want to show it to the world, but I figured that it's up to you," she said nervously. It looked like everyone was waiting for my verdict, so I take it everyone's seen it.
"Not yet. I want to keep it first. Maybe years down the line, when you're a famous painter, can you then debut it as your first ever painting, but not yet. I'm attached to it right now," I replied, making Luigi, Fabius, Joel, Rhonda and my sister laugh.
"I'm ok with that," my wife beamed. I couldn't help but kiss her.
"I love it, and I love you even more," I smiled.
"I love you too," she blushed before the doorbell went.
"I'll get it," Luigi said.
"Girly, you truly have a talent for this. When I first saw it, I couldn't believe it was done by you," Rhonda giggled.
"You certainly are full of surprises," Anita added.
"Thank you," my wife smiled.
"Uh guys..." Luigi trailed off as three people appeared beside him.
"What the hell do you want?"
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