Us men really were insecure bastards when we were in love.
Robbie finally opened her eyes, and she gave me a satisfied grin. “Marking your territory?”
“Damn straight, I am,” I returned, the exact same grin on my face.
She let out a deep, contented sigh. “That was different,” she hedged.
I laid down on my side next to her, propping my head up on my hand. “It was perfect,” I corrected. “Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”
“It was totally worth it,” she grinned. But, then, her vulnerable gaze met my confident one. “We’re really going to do this, huh?”
“I love you, Robbie,” I told her shamelessly. “So, yeah. We’re doing this.”
“I don’t know what I’m doing,” she whispered unsure. “I…I have no idea what…your life is like. What I need to know an-”
“Shh,” I whispered. “Robbie there’s not much you need to know. Just love me. Be faithful to me. Trust me. And never betray me.”
She reached up and ran her thumb across my jaw. “I think I can manage that.”
“I know you can,” I told her.
Her face lit up, and I knew I was going to live for that smile for the rest of my life.
Epilogue
Ciro – (One Month Later)~
She had her shit all over the place, and I loved having it there.
Robbie wasn’t necessarily dirty or messy as she just didn’t pick up after herself right away. The apartment was always tidy at the end of the day, but during the day, you could definitely tell it was lived in.
It was fucking perfect.
The morning after Spencer and O’Malley met their maker, Robbie had quit her job and moved in with me. It had taken only a day to pack up her place, call her landlord, and get her moved to Morgan City. She had gone all women’s lib on me about paying her way, but I had shut that shit down quickly. I told her she could do whatever the hell she wanted once she was healed, but that I would always be the one who paid the bills and supported us both. She didn’t take kindly to my decree, but as long as she was injured, she couldn’t really argue.
She had also called her parents to tell her she moved to Morgan City and the conversation hadn’t gone well. Her father had been condescending and commented that a waitress in Cedar Creek, a waitress in Morgan City, what difference did it make.
I, immediately, wanted to kill the man.
However, Robbie assured me her parents weren’t as bad as I truly knew they were, so I reined in my homicidal impulses and made it clear if her parents ever visited and disrespected her in from of me, shit was going to go sideways.
She believed me.
On the day of the deadline she was given for turning over the box, everyone gathered to discuss what should be done about the box. Luca-The Underboss, was willing to return the box and all its contents to prevent a war with a neighboring town. Luca-The Friend, was ready to burn down the entire town of Cedar Creek. In the end, he left it up to Robbie to decide, and she had voted to just end it. She had just wanted it over with and was ready to move on with her life. The box had been returned to Nelson Sorgen, but not before we made copies of everything first. Luca ended up calling it an early wedding present to Robbie and allowed Cedar Creek to continue to exist. And, though we weren’t married yet, we were going to be. I was just waiting for her face to heal so her wedding pictures weren’t so gruesome.
Stepping into our bedroom, I began loosening my tie. “Babe?”
“In here,” she called out from the bathroom.
I walked into the bathroom and Robbie was tossing her hair up in a knot on top of her head. “Whatcha doing?” I asked as I wrapped my arms around her from behind.
“I was getting ready to take a shower,” she replied, grinning at me through the mirror. “I just finished my yoga workout.” Robbie still had a few weeks of healing to still do, but every day she did beginner’s yoga to ease her tight muscles.
I stepped back and slapped her ass. “As long as you don’t lose those curves, baby…”
She choked out a laugh. “Trust me,” she said dryly. “I’ve been trying to trim my curves for years. Nothing works. I think you’re safe.” Robbie turned to face me, and she stretched on her toes and gave me a soft kiss on the lips. “I missed you.”
“Not as much as I missed you,” I returned like a pathetically whooped pussy. “I was hoping I’d get home early enough tonight.”
She touched my wet hair and sighed. “You know, most women would worry that their boyfriends came home sometimes freshly showered and in clothes different from the ones they left with.”
I snorted.
She smiled.
“You know, I used to think you were a primadonna with all the clothes and shoes you had in your closet, but then I realized your outfits are most likely a wear-only-once situation.”
I laughed. “Ding, ding, ding,” I grinned. “Give the beautiful lady a prize.”
Her eyes sparkled when she asked, “Feel like taking another shower?”
“Only if you’re going to let me fuck you in there,” I answered honestly.
Robbie’s hands went to my belt. “That’s the only reason I’d ask.”
Watching her hands at work, I knew I was going to have a ring on her finger by the end of the week.
The End.
The Father
Copyright 2020 Monica Clayton
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