Chapter 243 White picket fence.
Chapter 243 White picket fence.
CHAPTER 243
White picket fence.
ROMAN
“I think we should rebuild our home. We cannot return to our mansion in the Bronx, because as beautiful as it is, it is not child-friendly, or in our case, children-friendly.” Scarlett tells me when we return to Poland.
We’re on the bed, and I am moving my hands through her soft hair.
“So, not Poland?” I glance at her face and close my laptop.
She sits on my lap, opens the laptop and looks up … Vancouver.
“Vancouver?” I raise my brow in surprise. “You want to move there?”
“I want us to have a home where our children can grow, an extremely family-friendly environment with a great private school and cosy winters. It doesn’t have to be Vancouver, but it certainly won’t be here, Roman. This is a fortress filled with security gadgets and killing machines. I don’t ever want my child to see a gun until they’re old enough.” She tells me softly.
“We deserve to be happy. I have spent all my life jumping off roofs, killing people and being different versions of myself, but I want to be different now. I want the white picket fence and a simple life. We deserve a simple life. You will always be Roman Sterling, who went insane to get his wife back, but you don’t have to be constantly reminded of that. You can fully go back to work and stop pretending you enjoy working from your laptop when I know you like working with Damian, Elena and Caleb. I will always be Rosalina Diaz, but I don’t have to be reminded of that either. I can be Scarlett first, my own person, then your wife and the mother of our children second.” The words spill out of her passionately.
“We have a second chance, and I refuse to spend it locked away in a gated mansion.” She decides fiercely.
“If, someday, highly unlikely, but if someone comes for us, for our family, they’ll not only find us the strongest versions of ourselves, but they’ll also find that we are not alone. We have the Mexican Cartel on our side, the La Cosa Nostra and the Traid, just to name a few. We are our own mafia. You and I singlehandedly changed the criminal underworld, so if we want to live in Ontario or wherever and cosplay being normal, we get to. No one deserves it more than we do.” Her tone doesn’t shake, and my heart swells.
“We wouldn’t be cosplaying,” I assure her. “We will live a normal life, with a dash of anxiety that I am working on, but we will be normal. Our children will never know violence or fear.”
“Damn right, they won’t.” She smiles, balancing properly on my thigh. “And we get to tailor our home to our liking, the number of bedrooms we want, offices, and everything, including a weapon room, or a control room – whatever they have in movies. Our worst days are over, and all that is left is in our hands.”
“How many bedrooms do you want?” I ask her, her excitement bleeding into me.
“Oh,” she giggles. “Well, ours, of course, and it has to be big enough for the babies in their early months. I don’t think I have the heart to allow them to sleep in a separate room. Then, theirs, so two more bedrooms. Seeing as we have too many friends now, a guest house probably sounds sensible, but I want Eve’s bedroom in the house, and Adeline’s. We can have a guest house for Liam, Jun, and Mei, even though it’s unlikely that she’ll visit. Then, our studies, movie rooms, a safe swimming pool, and a library.”
I chuckle, caressing her belly. “It won’t be a small house, my love.”
“How big?” She glances at me, frowning.
“As big as the one in New York, and probably even bigger in case we have any more children.” I tease, smiling like a fool.
“Any more children!” She gets off my lap and flicks my nose. “You must be joking. I’m carrying two babies already, and that is more than enough. No more children.”
“I know. I know. I’m just teasing you.” I pull her to me and press my mouth to hers.
“Or Copenhagen?” She blinks as if a lightbulb has gone off in her head. “It is one of the safest cities in the world. There are parks and waterfronts. It’ll be beautiful.”
“Hm.” I nod slowly.
“Melbourne and Auckland, too. We can even move to Singapore.” She sighs, and I lead her to bed.
I help her settle in and slide in beside her. Her back is pressed against my chest, and my palm is on her belly. “We don’t have to make the decision now.”
“But we do. I want it completed before the babies are here. Do you think that is possible? Am I being crazy?” She mumbles sleepily, and I am glad I do not have to break it to her that it is impossible. There is no way we are building a new home in seven months, and not even a year, but I am sure buying a perfect home won’t be a problem. I have enough money to throw around, as long as it makes her happy. She is my priority, and our family is growing. She has given me everything I want and more.