Gio

She looks at the house again. “I do… But Gio, did you just buy me a house?”

“Us,” I clarify. “Me, you, and the baby.”

Her eyes turn glassy and tear rolls down her cheek.

“Baby,” I wrap an arm around her. “Don’t cry.”

“I love it.” she whispers.

“I have one more surprise for you.” I tell her. She is still wiping off the tears that are escaping her eyes.

For this one, I get down on one knee and

pull the velvet box out of my pocket. “Annie Grace Byrne, we found each other in a weird way. You were something I never expected to have, something I never thought I deserved. That day you walked into my bar was the best day of my life. You have given me more than I could ever ask for, but I’m going to ask for one more thing now. I want you to be by my side for the rest of my life. I want to live in this house with you and wake up every morning with you next to me. I want to love you, the way you deserve, every fucking day until I die. Annie, will you marry me?”

She’s crying now, tears steaming now her face.

I flip open the box to reveal a rose gold band covered with small diamonds and in the center the perfect pink diamond surrounded by more small diamonds. The perfect ring to represent our crazy, not normal, relationship.

She hiccups a sob.

“Yes!” she says. “Yes, Gio.”

I take her to my apartment next. It feels strange to be back in this place after so long, but there's no one else I would rather be with.

“I love you.” She whispers as I drag the dress over her head, leaving her in nothing but a nude bra and panties showing off more of her baby bump. I run my hands over her stomach, feeling every line and stretch mark, admiring every inch of her smooth skin.

“I love you.” I return.

I press my lips to her, kissing her soft and sweet at first.

“I want you, Gio.” she tells me.

“Yeah? Have you missed me.”

“You don’t even know.” She gives me a wicked grin.

I wrap my arms around her and lead her back to the bed, lying her down.

Cupping a hand against her hot sex, I find her already wet for me. “I can tell, baby.” I slide her panties down her legs and off. Taking my time I kiss every inch of her body, up her legs, her stomach, her breast, her neck, her mouth. I savor every bit of her.

“Gio,” she pleads, my favorite sound. “Please.”

I make my way back to her soaking pussy. Genty, I stroke a finger along her folds, opening her up. I lick her next, devouring her, breathing in her sweet scent and tart taste. I suck her clit, causing her to moan. I tease her until I can hear her panting, begging for a release, then I press a finger in her. “So fucking tight.”

“Fuck, Gio.”

I suck her clit again while pumping my digit in and out of her.

“Yes,” She calls again. I can feel her getting closer. Her breathing becomes heavier as she begins to fall over the cliff of her orgasm. “Gio!” she screams again as the waves crash over her.

My little thief.

As long as I have her my life will be perfecto.

Five Years Later

She’s going to be five.