Mini Me and You (End)

Mini Me and You (End)
Amelia’s POV
Our wedding was two years ago. The memory of that day still warmed me. I’d buried myself in my studies, resolute to pave my own future, while Collins built up his company, taking out spies and solidifying his empire with the same  intensity he’d used to protect me. Our life wasn’t perfect. We fought, tempers flared, misunderstandings happened but we always found our way back. There was tranquillity in the air, peace that we had fought hard for after the Jenny, and Richard. This was the best part of my days—my graduation, the summing up of years of endeavor.
A rumble of excitement filled the auditorium, the rows of black gowns and proud families stretching toward the stage. I felt my heart pound as I adjusted my cap, the tassel brushing against my cheek, my name echoing over the microphone: “Amelia Domingo.” There was a cheer from the crowd, and I walked up the steps, my legs sure if my chest fluttered. The dean handed me my diploma, and I smiled wide for the cameras, the flash capturing a moment I had fought for. I’d done it — after all the long nights, self doubt. I was looking for Collins who stood with open arms, and a bouquet of lilies in his hand, as I came down the stairs.
I ran toward him, the people in front of me paging way for me as I  collapsed into his arms, his heat enveloping me like home. "Congratulations, love," he whispered, his voice filled with pride, his lips grazing my forehead. He passed the flowers to me, and their sweet fragrance mixed with the cold air while I pressed my face into them, my heart lifted. “I’m so proud of you, Amelia. You’ve earned this.”
“Thank you,” I whispered, my voice breaking. His pride was worth more than the diploma, more than the applause. Collins had been my rock — encouraging me through every late night study session, celebrating every tiny victory. I gazed up at him, his dark eyes filled with love, and felt that familiar tug — the love that had only deepened with every difficulty we’d faced. “I would not have been able to do this without you.”
He smiled at me, slyly, a boyish grin that sent my heart racing. “Oh, we’re not finished partying,” he said, his voice taunting, a twinkle in his eye that suggested he had something more up his sleeve. “Close your eyes.” I arched an eyebrow, dubious, but he was insistent as his teasing hand, sent warm against my skin as he led me. I followed suit, sharpening my senses—the rustle of my dress, the murmur of the crowd, his measured steps next to me. He led me outside, where the air had grown cooler, and he paused, laying his hands on my shoulders. “Open them.”
I did, and my breath caught. A shiny silver car sparkled in the sunlight, and a red bow rested on its top. I chuckled, my jaw dropping as I looked at him, the sensation of joy and disbelief swelling inside me. “Collins, you didn’t!” I squeaked, throwing my arms around him so that my cap almost fell off. "Caught you looking," he laughed, his arms tight about my waist.
"For my smart wife,” he murmured, his voice low, and warm. “You deserve it.” Still reeling, I drew back, my hand gliding over the vehicle’s cool steel body, and I thought of the open road, the freedom. But before I could say anything else, he reached into his jacket, extracting two plane tickets, fanning them like a magician about to perform his final trick. “And then this,” he said, his smile spreading. “We never had a real honeymoon, did we? Two weeks, you, me and Santorini. Sun and sea, with nothing else to do.”
My heart danced, with anticipation bubbling. “Santorini?” I gasp, grabbing the tickets, my eyes scanning the lines of print. Greece, with its cliffs and waters, had been a dream, one we’d whispered about late at night but could never seem to find time for. “Collins, this is… perfect.” I reached up and hugged him with his flowers pressed between us, and he laughed, his hand rubbing circles on my back.
“We deserve it,” he said, his voice softening now. “All the mess—Jenny, Richard, the whole thing —we have earned this. Just us.” I nodded against his chest, my cheek pressed against it, gratitude swelling for the man who’d fought for me, and loved me through it all.
The crowd around us dissolved, with graduates and families milling around, but it was only us in that moment. I thought of Mum and Sean, their cautious steps toward legitimacy, and I hoped she would have the courage for it. And I thought of Elena, regaining her strength. Even Felix, who’d vanished from our lives, had left a mark — a reminder that redemption was a possibility, if a complicated one. But most of all I thought of Collins — his kindness, the way he had made every dream seem possible.
He lifted my chin up, our eyes meeting, and kissed me, long and slow, the world around us fading away. It was a kiss that reminded me of why I loved him so. Our foreheads touched when we released, and his warm breath washed over my lips. He picked up my hand, his thumb sliding across the ring, and his voice became a whisper, teasing, but with an underlying note of something else. He murmured, “Wife, it’s time to make a mini you and me!”

Author’s Note: (Hi!! Thank you all for reading to the end. I know its was a tough one, but look who finished this book?! ME!! I appreciate you all and if you love this book and wish to appreciate me, please do refer this book to your family and friends. Also please read my next project which I will be focusing on, “Substitute Desire!!” Also, tell me what you feel about this book? Did I do a good job?”