“Sure,” he says with a laugh.
“Then I’m currently hovering at a million,” I declare.
“Good. Me, too.”
Our lips meet in another kiss and the energy between us turns sizzling fast. When we finally break apart, I decide it’s time to go. “Are you ready to start our honeymoon, Mr. Archer?” I ask and playfully tug on his tie.
“God, I thought you’d never ask.”
As wonderful as our day has been and this entire time spent at my parents’ house, I’m ready to begin my life with Damon. We say our goodbyes amidst hugs and teasing then grab our bags and head to the SUV which will take us straight to the airport and the family jet waiting to fly us to the Ionian Islands.
“I have never been so happy in my entire life,” I tell Damon once we’re situated on the plane. “And it’s all because of you.”
“I love you, sweetheart, and I think the best is yet to come,” he whispers, leaning in to kiss me. It’s slow, seductive and so hot my toes curl.
And Damon is right. Our time on the Ionian Islands is full of bonding, exploring and endless sex that is so damn good, I know that I will never forget it. We decide to find a new place to live and not long after we return to New York, I discover I’m pregnant. One month exactly which means I most likely conceived our son while we were tucked away at the cabin.
Eight months later, we meet our baby boy, Alexander, and he looks exactly like his father. Already, he has more charm in his little pinky finger than imaginable and, when he gets older, there’s no doubt in my mind he’s going to be a little heartbreaker.
The Rossi family has grown even more and I’m so glad Xander will have all his cousins to play with and grow up with. I have a feeling he and Nico, Miceli and Alessia’s son, will be close and wreak all kinds of havoc. And, of course, have the girls chasing after them.
On the eve of the one year anniversary of when Damon and I met at the masquerade party, we’re sitting together on the couch, drinking champagne, and remembering everything that led us to where we are now. Xander sleeps soundly in the bassinet beside us, snuffling softly in his sleep.
We had talked about going tonight to the charity benefit, but then decided we’d rather not deal with finding costumes, a babysitter and the hassle of it all.
“Are you sure about not going?” Damon asks me.
“Positive,” I tell him. “Besides, I have everything I need right here.”
“Same,” he whispers, taking my glass and setting it on the coffee table with his. He reaches over and pulls me onto his lap. “Now come here and make out with your husband.”
I chuckle softly and cup his stubbled face. “It would be my pleasure.”
Our lips meet in a kiss that speaks of so much love and promises forever. Before it gets too hot, I pull back and look into my husband’s dark, sizzling eyes.
“Thank you, Damon, for giving me the ultimate happily-ever-after.”
He gives me a smile and my heart melts. “Always, Lottie.”
Then we kiss again and again and again.
And Damon was right. The best keeps coming. I’ve found my love, my purpose, and I couldn’t be happier.
