Chapter 11 - OUR FOREVER
Two years later.
The summer sun reflected off the sparkling waters of Lake Michigan. I stood on the sprawling lawn of our massive, secure estate in the Chicago suburbs, holding a glass of iced tea.
A squeal of pure joy echoed across the grass.
Dominic Moretti, former mafia boss, was currently running across the lawn, chasing a stumbling, giggling one-and-a-half-year-old boy with dark, messy hair and fierce hazel eyes. Little Leo was a terror, fast and fearless, just like his father.
"I'm going to get you!" Dominic roared playfully, scooping the boy up into the air. Leo shrieked with laughter, grabbing a handful of Dominic's expensive tailored shirt.
I smiled, resting a hand on my stomach, which was just beginning to swell with our second child.
Dominic carried Leo over to me, wrapping his free arm around my waist and pressing a soft, lingering kiss to my lips. His eyes were warm, entirely devoid of the shadows that used to haunt them.
"He's exhausted," Dominic noted, looking at our son, who was currently yawning against his father's broad shoulder.
"You're exhausted," I teased, kissing Dominic's cheek.
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"I have everything I could ever want in my arms," Dominic murmured softly, looking from Leo to me. "I was a dead man walking before you dropped that ultrasound at my feet, Claire. You gave me a life."
I leaned into the warmth of my husband, watching the sunset over our beautiful, peaceful home. The storm had passed, the blood was washed away, and we were exactly where we were always meant to be. Safe. Loved. And completely, unconditionally together.
