Hours had passed, but Christian had yet to move a muscle. Many had either left the graveside in tears or had stepped out to take a breather, but not Christian.“It’s okay to cry, Christian.” I wrapped my arm around him, leaning into his chest. “If you want to yell, bawl—punch someone…I’m here.” I spoke. “Okay, maybe not the punching part—““I know.” I felt Chistian’s soft lips pressed against my temple. “I should be crying, but people are relying on me, and I can’t let them down.” He tried convincing himself. “Tears are a sign of weakness.”His words to me were nonsense, but I respected his wishes. He felt obligated to be the bigger man this family needed him to be and held back every bit of emotion.Others depended on him to prepare a perfect service for Lucio, and he did. Gio and Enzo were older, Franco who had lost his son had more experience—but as the heir, everyone expected Christian to do everything—as if he was not grieving as well.Christian didn’t mind. There was no good way
“What do you have to say?” I leaned against the railing.Christian reached for something behind his back and showed me a small red box while I was still confused about what was happening. Was he going to propose to me…again?He opened the box, revealing a rose gold diamond ring that suited my taste.Wasn’t this the part where he was supposed to get down on one knee?“You should keep the one you have now because it meant a lot to my dad—but I also thought you should have something you like.”“So you are asking me to marry you again?” I kept my hand to myself, unsure of what to do. Christian, who didn’t miss my odd behavior, nodded.“I can do the ‘going on my knees, I love you, you’re the only one for me’, crap again—but I don’t think you want to hear that.”I didn’t. That would only be a waste of breath because the last time he said that, everything went downhill.“I know you’ve been holding back on the wedding talks because you might think I’m not ready for this—but I am,” Christian s
Three Years LaterI squeezed the ball gown dress around my body, desperate to see my little bump. Promising to get married within three years while not being pregnant was a stupid thing to do.Especially when I had a husband who was a bit too obsessed with expanding our family as if a three-year-old and a two-year-old weren’t enough already.That’s right. Baby three was on its way.After having the grand and perfect wedding ceremony I had always dreamed of, it was time for the reception—and to be honest, I was over it already.Morning sickness had not been the kindest to me, and I needed some sleep.The two little demons running circles around me weren’t of that much help either. Siena, who was three, and our youngest son, a little ball of energy named after his grandfather—Lucio, had not taken any naps for the day.One would expect them to be quiet, but no—it was the complete opposite.“Come on, guys, knock it off,” I tried, knowing it wouldn’t work. They weren’t listening because th
Hey everyone,This is the end of Christian and Serena’s story. Thanks for following me on this journey, and please know I’m grateful for all of you.I remember freaking out over reaching 10K views, and somehow we ended up here. (!?) (Hopefully, more to come.)As I’m still new to this publishing style, I’m still learning to combine my writing with my ADHD and haven’t always been the clearest about my schedule. I’m genuinely sorry for that.In the future, I will try to communicate more with the readers who have supported me from the start!The end of the last chapter is an introduction to Vincenzo’s spin-off, which you can also read on this platform (Our Promise: Vincenzo Garcia) so please feel free to check it out.