Page 111 of Beautiful Broken Obsession

“Papa said only if Mommy said yes.” Victor’s arms are crossed across his chest so like his father my heart squeezes tight at the sight. He even has his father’s yellow eyes.

“I never get what I want.” Kira explodes and runs up the stair.”

Victor rolls his eyes. “I’ll talk to her, Mommy.” His kiss to my cheek has me catching him close for a hug. He sighs but allows it.

“Thank you.” I murmur into his black hair.

“And don’t worry, I’ll help nanny with the children. I do think we need another nanny. She isn’t as quick to get ahold of Celeste and Vicenzo as she used to be.” Victor shakes his head as he follows Kira upstairs.

He’s right, it’s a discussion I intend to bring up with Milos tonight. Six children, poor nanny. She’s been doing great but once our last set of twins got mobile a few months ago she needed more help than Mother could provide. I’m wondering what Milos’s reaction will be to my news.

Once Victor and Kira were two I told Milos I was ready for another. Keeping to his promise he said every pregnancy and when was up to me. After a year I gave in and got the shot Milos had the doctor give me, it resulted in another set of twins, two boys—Timur and Gabriel.

The same thing happened with our third pregnancy except after two sets of twins Milos made us wait for a year and a half but to no avail. When the ultrasound showed another set of twins Milos said no more children—he loved me far too much to see me go through another difficult pregnancy.

I tried to tell him that the only thing difficult about the pregnancies were going without my husband for the months it required. I’m well aware I’m lucky that even carrying twins wasn’t a rough thing for me. I had some morning sickness in the beginning and I was tired more but other than that I loved being pregnant. There might be the added benefit that Milos even more so treated me as if I were a fragile and delicate which might be why we now have six cats to match our six children and I now have two rescues that I never spend any time at.

Peter appears, “No need to look so upset. He’s running late but he will not miss your anniversary. I’m to take him to you.”

I sigh in relief and follow Peter out to the car. On the drive I check my tiny purse a few times to make sure it’s still there. I’m relieved when the car goes into the parking garage for the condo. I didn’t really want to do this at a restaurant.

Opening the door to the condo I find the lights down low. The smell of Chinese food is strong. It’s not in the kitchen though, it’s in the cozy living room. I find Milos on the couch without a shirt, in pajama bottoms.

Without a word, I slide the zipper down and let it fall to floor. I undo my bra and don’t even care where it falls. I take the shirt he offers me and put it on. Then I step closer, he grabs my hand and tugs me into his lap.

I press a kiss to his cheek. “I think this might be our best anniversary ever.”

He chuckles, “Better than year five when you were in labor with Gabriel and Timur?”

“Much better, the nausea was unbearable.” I hug him tight. “How did you know I had no desire to get dressed up fancy tonight?”

“Maybe it was when I watched you tell Mother you wished you could stay home in front of the television and have five uninterrupted minutes of peace.” An eyebrow goes up.

“Still watching me.” I offer him a piece of Crab Rangoon.

Taking it, he chews thoughtfully. “Of course, just like I watched you take a pregnancy test and start crying.”

I go still. “Are you mad?”

His kiss is gentle. “Not mad at all. My hope is since this was natural that it means it will just be one. But I have made an appointment for a vasectomy in two weeks.”

“I adore you my beautiful husband. No vasectomy necessary. I’m going to tell them to tie my tubes while they are in there. Vasectomies can fail, it’s rare for a tubal ligation to fail.” I assure him. “But thank you for thinking of it. Most men wouldn’t, especially mafia.”

“I don’t give a shit what anyone thinks. I’m concerned about you carrying so many pregnancies. Your health is far more important to me.”

“All these years, all of our children. Still love me as much as you did the first day we met?” I whisper against his lips.

“No.” He presses his lips against mine. “I love you more and more every day. I thought it would change, especially when our children came but it’s only grown deeper and stronger until the love I feel for you takes my breath away just thinking of you.”

I squeeze him tight. “Ditto, my beautiful husband. Sometimes merely the thought of you is all it takes for me forget everything but you. I often feel guilty for all the nights away from the children, here with you in the condo yet it doesn’t matter if they are screaming their head off in my arms—you’re all I see and hear.”

The condo here in the city had become our refuge. We spent a night or even several long weekends here for time away from the children for us to reconnect. Sometimes we went out to dinner then came here, others we ate in front of the television where we cuddled then went to bed where I got my spanking and had loud, dirty sex without fear of being interrupted by our children.

His hand goes into my hair. “Hm, we’ve discussed this. We are raising our children to be adults who while they will hopefully love and want to be around us as adults once they have grown will leave us. We’ll have an empty home with only us and since neither of us are going anywhere we will still have to have love to keep us together.”

“No worries about that, you’ll never be free of me.” I assure him.

“From your lips to god’s ears.” He whispers against my lips.

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