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“Well, don’t leave me in suspense.” I wrapped my arms around his neck, and he smiled down at me.

“My beautiful bride. My wife. My life…”

“Yes, husband.” I smiled, loving the sound of the word “wife” on his lips and “husband” on mine.

He kissed me. “We’re going on a honeymoon.”

“We are?” I grinned, but then my face fell. “What about Aiden?” I’d rarely been away from him.

“Your parents agreed to watch him.”

“For how long?”

“Just a few days.”

I narrowed my eyes at him. “How many is a few?”

“Sette.” He coughed into his hand.

“Seven?” I stared at him. “That’s not a few. That’s a week.”

“Yes, but just imagine how much yoga we’ll get to do,” he said with a wink.

“Mm.” I sighed dreamily. “I’m imagining how much sleep we’ll get to have.”

He chuckled, sliding his hand down to cup my ass. “That too. We can do anything you want.”

“You still haven’t told me where we’re going.”

“La luna.”

“You’re taking me to the moon?” I joked. “Well, that is exotic.”

Enzo said nothing more and gathered Aiden in his arms, throwing him in the air before holding him close again. Aiden giggled and laughed, his little cheeks puffing out even more. I loved watching the two of them together.

“What’s that smile for?” Enzo asked, holding Aiden to his chest.

I shook my head. “I like watching you with him.”

“Do you have a thing for dads?” he teased, reminding me of our conversation where I’d accused him of having a thing for pregnant women.

“No. I have a thing for you. You and only you.”

“I have a thing for you too.” He waggled his eyebrows, and I elbowed him.

“That was bad, Enzo.”

“What?” He lifted a shoulder. “I’m a dad. I made a dad joke.”

I laughed. “Um, no. That was not a dad joke.”

He leaned in, his lips hovering beside my ear. “Sei la donna più bella che abbia mai visto. Non vedo l’ora di toglierti quel vestito.”

Enzo’s words rang in my ear. You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, but I can’t wait to get you out of that dress. I couldn’t wait either.

We joined our friends and family for an Italian feast that was to die for. But it was the sense of belonging, that meant more to me than anything. That was why we’d moved here after all. To be closer to family. To build a community. To spend time together.

“Dance with me,” Enzo said, holding out his hand for me.