So trusting.
My girl.
And even though it was evident in her gaze how nervous she was, she still gave me her body. She didn’t shy away, nor did she hide. She was perfect.
Fuck, she even asked me to fuck her. My girl doesn’t swear, yet she did, and it was the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced.
And I’m no virgin, but with her, it felt like the very first time. I can’t even remember anyone who came before her. Their all blurred faces.
The past.
And Mila is my present and my future.
My forever.
Now, there isn’t a doubt in her mind.
I wasn’t bullshitting her or talking out of my ass in the aftermath of the most intense orgasm Ive ever had. I meant every word.
We’re forever.
I’m not letting her go, and I’m not sure I could. Not even if she asked me to.
The kids, too.
I never gave children a thought.
I was conscious that the life I led had no room for brats. I didn’t want to subject them to a life where daddy wouldn’t come home or to a home where there was no love. Because that’s the truth. Before Mila I didn’t think I was capable of love. Hell, I’m sure I didn’t know the meaning of it until she came along.
But now I do.
Fuck, I love her so goddamn much, and I’m not even sure she knows it.
In time, I hope she comes to terms with it because before her, when I thought about the future, I saw myself living a short life. I wasn’t afraid to die, but now I am. Now whenever I think about the future, all I see is her. I see her. I see love. I see a life that is no longer black and white.
A life filled with color and magic.
With love, adventures, and laughter.
And if I’m lucky, a tiny mini version of her.
A little girl who looks and acts just like my butterfly.
Blonde curls and big bug eyes that could wrap me around her little fingers, just like my wife.
Rosy cheeks and those adorable dimples.
With the same giggle that makes my heart pound hard.
God, her laugh.
Her smile.
Her everything.
Looking down at my wife sleeping peacefully in her sleep, I smile, knowing in my goddamn soul that I won the prize.
My endgame.