It hits us at the same time.
We come undone together, everything blurring into one white-hot rush.
My channel clenches around him, rippling and milking as I peak, spilling between us in hot bursts. Eliano groans, burying himself deep as he pulses inside me, filling me up.
We ride it out locked together, eyes squeezed shut against the intensity. Slowly, the tension fades until we are both limp and wrecked.
He relaxes on top of me, head tucked against my shoulder, legs intertwined.
There are no words, just breathing. Simple, lazy energy envelops us.
My brain shuts down, and I sink fast into nothing. We drift off, tangled together.
???
The next few days pass in a constant haze of fucking. We still go to classes, it’s pretty much the same as under Sidorov, except now there's no big pressure to show up for every single group activity. Sometimes we just skip the ones we don't feel like doing.
Things between us slowly evolve, with each day bringing more small, nice discoveries about each other, more warm gestures, more soft, sweet moments.
But there’s one problem. I still can't fully relax. Once the initial excitement surrounding Eliano’s return and the reveal of our TM status fades, everything else starts closing in on me, like a noose tightening slowly.
The main thing?
Our future!
Even though the fact that I'm pregnant hasn't really sunk in, but I guess it's already gnawing at the edges of my mind, making me hyperfocus on safety.
Does it work like that for omegas? Does their mindset not only push them to nest more intensely, but also make them anxious, cautious, and thinking ahead about the baby’s future?
I try not to spiral into worst-case scenarios, but there's this one thought stuck in my head: life on this island isn't gonna worklong-term. The second the people running this place find out I'm knocked up, everything's gonna get flipped upside down.
Will they kick us out?
Could we even try to live in the city?
Eliano is seriously wary of Rocco coming after him, and I still don't know the full story behind that.
After thinking it over for a bit and trying to figure out different ways to ask it in my head, I finally go for it from a tentative angle:
"When you were on the mainland, were you ever worried Rocco might track you down?"
His answer is weird. He gets all stiff. When he responds, he sounds careful, like he's picking his words to avoid saying too much. He says that when he was there, he barely hung around people at all. He either stayed at Storm's place or focused only on why he went there, what he calls a ‘solo mission’.
But I feel something is fishy here, so I push a bit to know more about the Rocco situation. He finally gives in and tells me more details. As he talks, I can feel how tense he still is.
Apparently Rocco has a reputation: if someone from thesoldatifamilies tied to the Ferros left without the capo's blessing, Rocco would hunt them down. If the guy was attractive and young enough, Rocco would have his way with him, and then put a bullet in his head.Eliano says Anzo and Rocco used totalk about it casually over meals, that any betrayal gets paid back with the ultimate price. He saw it happen with his own eyes.
As for what Eliano was actually doing in the city on his ‘mission’, I still can't make myself ask him point-blank.
I kinda accepted the fact that he didn’t go to the mainland to get revenge for Senu. The question is whether it had anything to do with me, or if it was mafia business. Maybe Eliano tried to cut some kind of deal out there, but it went sideways, which is why he came back with that scar on his cheek?
There's this weird vibe around the whole thing, like it's something huge, something really heavy that I'm not ready to hear yet. But I know we'll have to talk about it eventually.
Our day-to-day life goes on.
Almost every morning when I wake up, I look over at Eliano next to me. I stare at his soft violet-black curls, his long eyelashes. And something inside me pulls tight, because… I desperately want us to have our happy ending.
For now, all I can do is build us step by step, working on it every day. I grow bolder with touching him, welcoming his touch with less and less awkwardness.
