Six years later (Epilogue pt. 2)
Evelyn's POV
"Merda(shit)!" I heard Cesare shout from down the hall in our bedroom. "He pissed all over me!"
He came out of the room and into the lounge area with a wet spot on his black dress shirt and a frown on his face. He held up our one year old son, Romero, who giggled and wiggled in his father's arms as if he knew what he had done.
I rocked Romero's sleepy twin brother, Alessio in one hand and snuggled my six year old baby boy Luca, in the other. "Babe," I whispered. "You put his diaper on wrong." He looked down, realizing that the little pamper was on backwards.
He sighed and turned back around. "I'll be back."
When he returned, he was no longer wearing the dress shirt Romero peed on. Instead, he was shirtless and had changed into a pair of sweats that made it difficult to focus on anything other than the bulge in his pants.
He plopped down on the couch, Romero still in his arms. Alessio awoke as if sensing that his brother were near. They both looked at one another and began smiling and babbling in their own little language.
The twins were practically a mirror image of one another. The only difference between them was that Romero had bright blue eyes like his father, and Alessio had the brown and blue heterochromia eyes like me.
And even with that major difference it still took some time for us to figure out who's who.
But its not that hard now that we figured out Romero's a pretty active baby, and Alessio likes to sleep a lot. He's way more relaxed, and doesn't cry as much as his brother.
Luca pulled away from me to snuggle next to his father. Cesare kissed his head, and looked up at me. "We should have another."
"I love you, but hell no."
He was just complaining about all the hundreds of diapers we have to go through everyday. Romero peed on him, and yet, that didn't hinder his want to have more little Cesare Fierri's running around the already Fierri-filled house.
"Oh come on amore(love). I miss seeing you barefoot and pregnant."
"Did you forget about the eight stitches the twins so graciously gifted me?" He had such a difficult time the first few months because we couldn't have sex until I was fully healed. I shook my head. "Yeah, no. I will not be pushing out anymore babies."
Cesare's breeding kink started as soon as we brought home Luca from the hospital. It took us two years before we got pregnant with our first child.
Unforutnely, I ended up miscarrying. But depsite that unfortunate heart-breaking tragedy, we never gave up hope. So we tried and tried again until we were eventually blessed with the twins.
The door bell ringing saved me from continuing this conversation. Mama Fierri popped out of the kitchen and opened the door. "Hi! You're just in time for dinner."
She greeted my parents and motioned them inside. Cesare nudged Luca, whispering softly, "Guarda chi c'è qui, Luc( Look who's here, Luc)."
Luca had been expecting his grandparents, so when he jumped to his feet, he excitedly squealed and ran into their arms. "Grandpa! Nana!"
Footsteps came barreling through the hall, Rylee also squealing with excitement at seeing her grandparents.
"Nana has a gift for the two of you in the car." My mom said, Rylee and Luca running past her to go and see what their grandmother had gotten them.
She gasped with joy when she saw Romero and Alessio. She reached out and grabbed Alessio, while my dad grabbed Romero from Cesare.
She cooed at the twins, paying us no attention whatsoever. But we're used to it. They're like this everytime they see their grandchildren. It's like we no longer exist, which truthfully, is fine by me. It gives Cesare and I some alone time.
Laying my head down on Cesare's lap, he leaned down and kissed me. "Luciano would be so proud of you, C."
It's been almost seven years and Cesare has not picked up an alcoholic beverage once. He's doing so much better now. After he finally told me what happened to him all those years ago, the throwing up finally stopped. And he's truly happy now.
He smiled, a single tear rolling down his cheek. I kissed it away, proud of him for all that's he accomplished. "I love you, baby."
"I love you too, bambino(baby)."
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I kissed Cesare's back, enjoying the peace and quiet. After Mama Fierri dropped the kids off at school this morning, and my parents took the twins last night, Cesare and I were able to get some extra sleep.
Cesare rolled onto his back and pulled me on top of him. I laid there sighing contently as I inhaled his manly scent.
"You want to know something, amore(love)?"
"Hm?" I hummed, meeting his gaze.
"It was on this day, six years ago, that I told you I loved you."
I stared at him in confusion. "What? No, you didn't. You told me on New years in Times Square during the fireworks."
He smiled, kissed my nose and said, "Nope. The first time I said it was when you left me to workout with Amara even after I begged you to stay."
"We've been married for four years and you're just now telling me this?"
"I guess I forgot," he said with a shrug and a laugh. I rolled my eyes and kissed him passionately. We were seconds away from tearing each other's clothes off when my phone went off.
I knew who it was. He always did have perfect timing. "Don't you dare answer it," Cesare growled as he sucked and kissed my neck. "Or that phone is going out the window."
"I wasn't planning on it," I said through a series of gasps and moans.
Jackson never has anything important to say. He's still hung up on me. Which is just plain depressing considering he's currently working on his third wife.
I knew marrying Brooke was a stupid idea. She's not made to be a faithful wife. And she hates kids. I mentally laughed in my head, because Jackson had to find that out the hard way when he caught Brooke cheating on him in their bed. And it was with a woman!
Oh what irony!
Karma is so sweet.
I'm a successful lingerie model with not one, but four modeling companies all across the globe in my name. I'm richer, happier, and more successful than my ex-husband.
I'm not cold hearted. I do wish the best for him. I'm just not going to pity him. He's a big boy.
And speaking of big...
I bit down on Cesare's arm the moment he thrusted himself inside me and stretched my pussy with his cock.
He began pounding into me, his hands on my hips and his mouth around my nipple. My voice cracked as I cried out breathlessly. "Yes baby! Fuck my pussy just like that." Cesare didn't stop until I was screaming his name and writhing around him.
Laying my head on his chest, I listened to the sound his heart beating. He wrapped his arms around me, holding me close.
"We have to get up soon. Marcel had something he wanted to tell us remember?"
He groaned. "Damn it, I forgot."
Pulling apart, he slipped out from under me and disappeared into the bathroom. I heard the water being turned on and off, before he came back out minutes later in his normal attire.
He tucked his dress shirt in and smoothed a hand over his hair. After kissing my head and leaving, I too got dressed.
Walking out into the foyer, I noticed that everyone was gathered around Marcellius. I stood beside Valeria, wondering what was going on.
"What's this news he has to tell us?"
Valeria shrugged. "I don't know. Mia's the only one who knows. I just hope it's nothing bad."
"Will you spit it out already!" Niccolo snapped, losing his patience.
All Marcellius had to do was glare at his brother, and just like that, his attitude was gone.
His intense gaze floated to Autumn, and she nodded like she knew a bomb was about go off once he revealed whatever news he had.
Marcellius glanced at his mother, who for some reason also looked like she knew. After clearing his throat, he said the words that changed everything for the Fierri brothers.
"Our sister is alive."