Chapter 203 - Back Home - mdtres
Veronica
I looked at him and nodded. My father had a good life, he was devastated by my mom’s death, and my mother-in-law doesn’t know the love of a good man. God knew how to pair her with an incredible one, even though it was Olafo, he was an excellent match. Because my dad was a well-put-together and attractive man in his sixties.
“God has arranged everything so well, ah!”
“You're an angel.” I smiled, spotting the ranch. I was eager to jump out of the car.
“Santi, you…”
“Don’t jump out of the car without stopping first.” I stuck my tongue out at him and he laughed heartily. “You have four kids now; you can’t keep acting like a child.”
Everyone must have been asleep by now, except maybe Roland, who was waiting for my call. My brother stopped the car and I ran out. The door was closed, so I had to call Ines.
“My Vero…”
“Ines, I have a surprise for you, don’t make any noise. Can you open the ranch door for me? I’ve been discharged.”
“Oh! What a blessing, I’ll be right down.”
Minutes later, that beautiful woman extended her arms to me. My brother was behind me with two suitcases. She blessed me.
“Praise be Jesus Christ.”
“Amen. Where are my darlings?”
“They fell asleep not long ago; they were more restless tonight than usual. Roland is waiting for your call, that’s what he told me. He’s with them.” I kissed her forehead.
“Santi, you know which room is yours. Now forgive me, I need to see my kids and husband. I’ll answer all your questions tomorrow.”
“Of course, go and breathe some life into your husband, he hasn’t rested.”
“I can imagine.”
I climbed the stairs, wanting to run but remembering I had a recent C-section. I entered the room. My kids were asleep in bed, and my heart swelled with joy. I climbed onto the bed, kneeling in front of them. In these twelve days, they had gained so much weight. I wished I had four mouths to kiss them all at once.
I kissed Dante, then Victoria, Liam, and Enrique, who was at the other end. I kissed their bellies, their cheeks, tears of happiness streaming down my face.
“Mommy’s home, you’re all so beautiful.”
I kissed them again, got down, and went out to the balcony. There, with his back to me, was my husband, arms crossed, looking at his phone. He put it away.
“Veronica.”
He whispered my name. Can you love someone more? I was so grateful to God, to life, to fate, to the universe, and to everyone who had a hand in crossing my path with this imposing man.
“Do you prefer a call or seeing me live?”
Roland turned around and I ran to him. The feeling of being protected by his arms again was indescribable. He hugged me tightly.
“Beautiful…”
He cradled my face, his eyes shining, looking happy and exhausted. His mouth pressed against mine, and I lost track of time. We just kissed, and after a while, he started kissing all over my face.
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
“They discharged me today, and I convinced Santi to come back. We rented a car. I couldn’t stay another day without you all.” He lifted me. I knew he wanted to say a thousand things.
“Are you out of danger now?”
“Yes, but I need check-ups every six months.”
“I’ve already scheduled the appointments, love. You have no idea how much I want to make love to you right now, it’s frustrating not being able to.”
“There are other things we can do.”
“I know, it’s just that my body wants Veronica, what you have between your legs.”
I hugged him again and realized how ready he was. He lifted me like a baby, and we went into the room. We started undressing, but a babble stopped us. He pressed his forehead to mine, and we both looked at the bed. Liam was kicking. Roland adjusted himself, and I laughed.
“Oh, little intruder, you have no idea the pain you just caused your father.”
“Sing to him while I put the kids in their cribs.”
My husband’s eyes sparkled. We were together again. Roland put on the baby carrier, placed Liam against his chest, and grabbed his guitar. Seeing him in the rocking chair, singing and soothing one of our children, made my heart swell even more, if that was possible.
A man like him… There was no doubt about your greatness, God. I looked at my other three kids, picked up Dante for a bit, held him to my chest, stroked him, counted his freckles. Now I understood what my parents used to tell Santi and me, that true love is born the moment they place your child in your arms.
I could adore Roland, but the love for my children was different—it was without restrictions, without limitations, it was complete surrender. I kissed the beautiful head of my mini Roland number one, carried him to his crib, a bit separated from the bed. My husband had moved the bed to have the children close to him. Tomorrow everything must go back to its place.
They had to be in their cribs. I tucked my eldest son in and covered him with his blanket, then I picked up Victoria and did the same. My daughter was the only one who wasn't born with black hair; she had almost no hair. I gave her a hundred kisses; their skin was so soft. I laid my doll beside her brother and covered her with her blanket.
Then I picked up my Enrique, the second mini copy of his father. They were chubby, and I looked at them in disbelief. I was literally in love with my children. I wiped away my tears. Roland kept singing to Liam, and that image was unforgettable. I carried my third son to the crib. After tucking him in, I went for Liam and finished soothing him while his father played the guitar.
"He got used to it, he’s been doing the same for five days," my husband said.
"He’s asleep now."
"Finally." He got up, kissed Liam on the head, and then kissed me on the lips. "It feels so good to have you back, Beautiful. Are you going to take care of me now?"
"Oh, I didn’t have four kids, but five?"
"No, but your husband needs some pampering."
"Let’s take a bath together."
"That sounds like heaven, Love."
With that mischievous look, he started undressing. I laid my baby beside his siblings, this time between Enrique and Victoria. We turned off the light, I put another blanket over them to keep them warm, and then I went to where my husband was waiting, naked and ready. He knows how to take me to heaven.
Falling again into my husband's caresses, feeling his kisses, his hands roaming my body, his tongue playing with my breasts, giving each other mutual satisfaction and not stopping until reaching the glory of carnal life. While Roland kissed my back, I was reaching the peak of glory for the second time.
His finger caressed my center after his mouth made me scream his name. He really knows how to drive his partner crazy. I surrendered again and let myself go on a pleasure ride. Now seeing him kneeling, kissing the scar from my C-section, another routine in his thorough survey of kisses. There wasn't a day my husband didn't kiss the marks on my wrists, the one on my breast and back, and now the one on my belly, which he kissed four times.
"I love you," he whispered.
"I love you too." He stood up and started soaping me.
"You don’t know how much I love seeing my dick in your mouth." That mouth ruined these moments.
"Penis," I smiled.
"Thanks for draining me, Love. So, oral until the forty days are up?"
"Do you only think about sex?"
"Among other things." We turned off the shower and started drying off. "Veronica, I need to talk to you, and love, I hope this time you listen to me when it’s necessary." My heart raced.
"Is it something bad?"
"Help me determine that. I don’t know right now."
"You’re going to tell me everything, right?"
"I have no choice. Knowing you, I’d rather tell you the truth and trust your sharp mind so you don’t shoot darts in unimaginable directions."
There was no way to get it out of his head that I always did what he least expected. I put on a silk robe, and he wore boxers and a white tank top. We looked at our children, who were deep asleep, and got into bed. He filled me in on what he had discovered with the mafias, the guys to infiltrate, and what happened with the second in command of the tough Italian mafia boss.
"Beautiful, we only know they either want to screw us or need my help."
"I think they need your help." He frowned.
"Why do you think that?" I lay on his chest.
"Deep down, you know or sense it, right?"
"It’s a possibility. If they wanted to screw us, they would have done it before, not now that I’m ‘dead.’ Besides, I have a bad feeling about Tommy. I never liked that guy, and he could have leaked information about the operation."
"And you sense that they want to verify if it’s true to do the same?"
"Could be. If so, the crux is to find out why they want to do it. That means giving up their dynasties, their legacies. In America, the drug trade starts from the bottom, being a dealer, then a hitman, then a gofer, and you work your way up. But they are born with the responsibility of running their ancestors' businesses..."
We looked at each other. There was one of the reasons why God needed him. He started shaking his head as if he had heard my thoughts.
"You’re an ace at achieving what you set out to do."
"I don’t think the Lord wants me to dismantle those mafias."
"Maybe not dismantle them, but stop them."