Epilogue

Seven years later, Venessa's POV

"Momma, momma, wake up!" Nathan whined in his small voice while shaking my shoulders with his tiny hands.

"What is it, my baby?" I mumbled wiping my eyes with the back of my hands in an attempt to shake off my sleepiness, and once I opened my eyes, grey eyes sparkling so bright met my hazel ones. Eyes that he got from his father.

"It's your birthday, momma," he exclaimed, excitedly showing off his two cute deep dimples on both of his cheeks, making Vincent who was at the door chuckle while at the same time trying to balance the tray full of food.

"Good morning, rosa," Vincent said, approaching me with the tray.

"Good morning" I replied eyeing the roses placed at the tray alongside the stacks of pancakes.

"Happy birthday, my love," he whispered placing a kiss on my lips making Nathan, our six year old, scream in disgust while Vincent smiled broadly at him.

It's been years but the spark between us stayed the same as the first time we met each other. But there was one thing for sure that changed and that was when we had our first baby boy, Nathan.

My pregnancy with him was not easy or smooth at all. The pain that I went through when I went to labor is nothing compared to all of the pain I went through all my life.

There was a point where both of us were battling with life and death as I went to labor earlier than expected, plus I lost a lot of blood in the process. But thankfully, both of us made it in the end. And to add, the things that I went through were completely worth it when I first held him in my arms and the first time he showed me his grey eyes that he got from his father.

"What are you thinking, love?" Vincent questioned pulling me out of my own thoughts.

"Nothing" I answered, feeding Nathan some pancakes and from the look that Vincent was giving me, I knew my answer did not convince him.

After finishing with our breakfast, I gave Nathan a bath and let him play for some time while I showered myself.

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Caressing Nathan's soft cheeks, a smile crept in my face as I watched him play with his toys so innocently. I fed him his dinner a while ago and after that, he refused to go to bed as he wanted to see his father first.

"When will Papa come home? I miss him already," Nathan questioned, placing his head at the crook of my neck while I played with his soft brown locks.

"He will be back soon, baby," I answered picking him up in my arms as I already could tell he's sleepy due to his sudden change of mood.

Walking inside of his room, I placed him in his bed tucking him to sleep. After putting Nathan to sleep, I sat on the living room's couch patiently waiting for Vincent to come home, and at the same time replying to all of the messages from friends and family wishing me and asking me why there was no celebration.

I told Vincent that I didn't want any celebration which he agreed to after my thousands of attempts to decline him as he and Nathan really wanted a big party.

Too caught up with my own thoughts, I didn't hear the door open and close and only realized I wasn't alone when I saw Vincent kneeling in front of me.

"Hey, you're home," I said, earning an eye roll from him.

"What are you thinking?" he questioned taking off his suit jacket as well as his tie and flopped his body next to mine.

"Nothing much, it's just I still can't believe that I got married to the cruelest and most dangerous mafia leader and have an adorable six-year-old son," I whispered, making him chuckle at me.

"He's growing up too fast," I muttered while Vincent nodded his head yes agreeing with me.

"I don't want him to grow up. I want to be our baby forever. I don't want him to be like me," Vincent responded looking straight ahead not meeting my eyes.

"He will always be our baby no matter how old he gets, and about the mafia, we will let him choose. Promise me, Vincent, that you will never force him do something that he doesn't want to do," I said, placing my hand at his jaw making him look at me.

"I promise, I will never do that, rosa," he promised playing with my hair.

"Who knew the great Vincent De Castello will ever fall for a waitress like me?" I joked trying to lift up the mood when a soft pair of lips capturing mine caught me off guard.

"I love you," he whispered against my lips making me smile.