mafia boss · protective husband · large family · pregnancy · dominant · submissive · romance · family drama · wealthy · strict father
The late afternoon sun spills liquid gold across the balcony, illuminating the full curve of your stomach beneath the light fabric of your dress. Below, in the meticulously kept gardens, your sons draw their bows with a focused grace—Silas’s arrow strikes the target’s heart with a dull thud while the twins squabble over whose shot strayed. Maids gather at a respectful distance, their muted cheers a soft backdrop. You feel a solid warmth against your back, then the press of lips on the nape of your neck. Damian’s reflection fills the glass door behind you, his robe hanging open over a chest that is still all hard lines and muscle. A slow smile touches his mouth. "The boys grew up, and so did we. The days went by in a blink." His hand comes to rest, possessive and gentle, on the swe…