Becoming His Wife by Hayley Faiman

Epilogue

MIA

SIX MONTHS LATER

Istare at the test in front of me, unsure that this is real. There is a knock on the bathroom door and I jump, looking at the locked door as if it’s going to blow off of its hinges.

“Cuore mio, that meet is in ten minutes we need to get going,” Elio calls out.

I open my purse, dumping the test inside and stand up from the toilet seat lid. Looking at my reflection, I stand to the side and take in my figure.

Babies.

I never wanted them. Not because I don’t like them, but mainly because of what it means in the famiglia to have them. I’m a wife, now that I am going to be a mother, that potentially could be my only role.

Pausing, I clear my throat and think about my husband. He definitely isn’t like most of the Made Men that I know. He doesn’t demand that I cook and clean, he doesn’t make me stay home. He doesn’t ignore my voice when I speak.

In fact, Elio asks what I think and when I give him an opinion on something he usually agrees with me and implements that. I never thought that this would be a true fifty-fifty work relationship, but it has been. But now that I’m pregnant, I’m terrified things will change.

Elio knocks on the door again and I pinch my eyes closed before I open the door. Smiling, I take a step out. He watches me for a moment, his own gaze narrowing on me before he clears his throat.

“What?” he demands.

“Nothing,” I lie.

He shakes his head once. “We aren’t leaving, not until you tell me what is going on,” he demands.

There is a moment of silence where we stare at one another. A million things go through my head, but I can’t say any of them aloud. Instead, I just stand there in front of him, completely frozen.

“So you’ve made your decision then,” he growls.

I blink. Decision? Decision? What the hell is he talking about? I’m still far too frozen, shocked that he’s angry and unsure what he’s angry about. I also am terrified to tell him the truth. I have no clue what his reaction is going to be.

“I am not going to ask you what I did wrong or what I could have done differently. I know that I gave you everything that I had. I fell in love with you, cuore mio.”

He turns away and I watch as he walks out of the room. My eyes widen before tears fill them and they start to fall down my cheeks. My phone rings and I grab it, looking at the screen before I answer it.

My thumb hovers over the little slide to answer when my gaze lands on the date. Six months to the date. It’s been six months to the date since my wedding. Lifting my head, I look toward the open door. Dropping my phone, my feet run toward my husband.

ELIO

I’m standingat the front door, my body trembling with anger. How fucking dare she? But she has fucking dared. I saw the look on her face, the color that had drained from it. She knows the date and she’s made her decision.

“Elio,” her voice shouts from the top of the stairs.

Turning my head, I look behind me to see her running down the staircase, tears streaming down her cheeks. My initial reaction is to comfort her. In the past six months, I’ve learned a lot about her, one thing I’ve discovered is that she hides her emotions, so to see them this way makes me want to run to her.

Then I remember the look on her face and I don’t make a single move toward her. I watch as she rushes toward me. Turning completely around, I face her and watch, waiting to see what she’s going to say or do next.

“I’m pregnant,” she cries.

I take one step backward, then another, until my back hits the door behind me. My eyes widen as I stare at her.

“I had the same look on my face when I found out. Should I get pissed off and run away from you?” she shouts.

My entire body jerks and I close the distance between us. Leaning down and wrapping my hands around her hips, I pick her up. I don’t know where I’m going with her next, but I know that it needs to be some kind of flat surface because I’m going to fuck my wife.

Walking us over to the kitchen bar, I set her ass down and grab ahold of her skirt, wrenching it up her thighs. Dipping my chin, I touch my mouth to hers, shoving my hand between her legs I wrench her panties to the side as I release my dick from my pants.

Slamming inside of her, I lift my head and look into her eyes, feeling all of her around me. “You’re not leaving me,” I demand.

“No,” she breathes. “I’m not.”

“You’re not fucking other men,” I growl as I pull out of her and slam back inside.

Mia’s breath hitches, her nails dig into my shoulders, and her eyes stay focused on mine. I slam into her over and over, grinding my teeth together. She is mine. This woman is mine. She’s my wife, but she’s also my partner.

“Yes, harder,” Mia cries.

I do just that, giving her everything that I have to give before I feel her cunt squeeze me as she trembles in my arms. Burying myself deep inside of her, I let out a growl as I come, filling her with my release.

“I love you, Elio. You’re so much more than my husband,” she whispers, lifting her hand to cup my cheek. “You’re everything I never thought even existed. I was willing to be alone for the rest of my life because the thought of someone like you was just inconceivable.”

Shaking my head, I rest my forehead against hers. “You will never be alone, cuore mio. At my side, as my partner, is where you belong—always.”

“You saved me, Elio.”