“I liked The Nutcracker,” she murmurs, semi-incoherently.
I smile, leaning in and pressing a kiss to her forehead. “I know you did. Go back to sleep, sweetheart.”
She smiles sleepily and scoots closer, plastering her body against my side like she hates even the few inches that separate us. “I love you, Mateo.”
Love seems too common a word to adequately express what I feel for this woman. She tells me we’re two halves of the same soul, but I’m not sure even that’s accurate. She is my whole heart, my whole soul, my whole world. I don’t have half of everything without her; I have nothing. I inherited a dirty empire and multiplied its tangible value. I have more money than I could ever spend in my lifetime, more power than any one man should.
Yet, without this incredible woman curled up against me every night, I am bankrupt.
I thought I had everything I needed to get by before I met Mia. Then, she chose to love me, and showed me what everything really felt like.
I’ve spent years taking from this woman, and she’s spent those same years giving her all to me. I am the luckiest bastard that has ever lived. Adrian is right; if she wants 20 babies, I should give her 20 babies.
I brush my lips against her forehead and murmur, “You awake?”
A string of incoherent noises come out of her mouth, but none of them resemble words.
I crack a smile, shaking my head. “Never mind.”
She sighs with contentment and her head grows heavier on my chest. I know she wants a baby girl and I’ll be damned if I don’t give her one, but it can wait.
After all, we have the rest of our lives.
The End