The sun dipped low on the horizon, painting the sky in hues of gold and pink as Isla sat on the patio, cradling a steaming cup of tea. The gentle breeze teased her hair, and the soft rustling of leaves created a serene melody. Amara played in the garden, her laughter ringing like tiny bells as she chased after butterflies. Isla couldn’t help but smile at her daughter’s innocence, her hand instinctively resting on her slightly swollen belly.
The sound of footsteps behind her broke her thoughts. She turned to see Dante approaching, his shirt unbuttoned at the collar, sleeves rolled up, and a look of gentle affection etched on his face.
“You look beautiful,” he said, taking a seat beside her. His voice was low, laced with sincerity.
Isla laughed softly, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “You always say that.”
“Because it’s true,” Dante replied, his hand reaching out to rest on hers. “How are you feeling today? And don’t say ‘fine.’ I want the real answer.”
Her lips curved into a smile. “I feel… content. The nausea isn’t as bad today, and Amara has been keeping me entertained.”
Dante’s gaze shifted to their daughter, who was now trying to climb a low tree. He chuckled. “She’s got your spirit-stubborn and adventurous.”
“Stubborn?” Isla raised an eyebrow in mock offense. “That’s all you, Mr. Moretti.”
He leaned closer, his lips brushing her temple. “Maybe. But she’s got your heart.”
Isla felt a warmth spread through her chest at his words. These moments of tenderness had become more frequent, and she found herself cherishing them.
“Dinner tonight?” Dante asked, breaking her thoughts. “Just the two of us. I’ll make sure Amara is tucked in early, and we can have some time alone.”
“Are you bribing me with food?” Isla teased, though her heart fluttered at the idea.
“Absolutely,” he admitted shamelessly. “But only because I miss you.”
Isla’s cheeks flushed, and she nodded. “Okay, dinner sounds nice.”
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Later that evening, the dining room was transformed into a romantic haven. Candles flickered softly on the table, their golden light dancing against the crystal glasses and polished cutlery. A soft melody played in the background, and the aroma of freshly cooked pasta filled the air.
Dante pulled out a chair for Isla, his hand lingering on her shoulder as she sat down. “You’ve outdone yourself,” she remarked, taking in the ambiance.
“I wanted it to be special,” he said, pouring her a glass of sparkling water. “You deserve it.”
As they ate, their conversation flowed effortlessly, filled with laughter and shared memories. Dante watched Isla intently, noting how her eyes sparkled when she spoke about Amara’s antics or the baby’s tiny kicks. He reached across the table, his fingers brushing against hers.
“I can’t believe we’re doing this again,” he said, his voice tinged with awe. “Another little one on the way.”
“It feels surreal,” Isla admitted, her hand resting on her belly. “But it’s also… exciting.”
Dante stood, moving to her side. He knelt down, his hand gently covering hers. “You’re amazing, Isla. I know I don’t say it enough, but I’m so grateful for you-for everything you’ve given me.”
Her breath hitched at his words, her eyes glistening. “Dante…”
He leaned in, his lips capturing hers in a kiss that was tender yet filled with unspoken promises. Isla felt herself melt into him, her fingers threading through his hair as the world faded away.
—
After dinner, they found themselves in the living room, a fire crackling in the hearth. Dante had his arm wrapped around Isla as they sat on the plush sofa. She leaned into him, her head resting on his shoulder.
“Do you remember our first dance?” he asked suddenly.
Isla looked up at him, a smile tugging at her lips. “At your cousin’s wedding? How could I forget? You stepped on my toes three times.”
He laughed, the sound rich and warm. “I was nervous.”
“Dante Moretti, nervous?” she teased. “Now that’s something I never thought I’d hear.”
“For you, always,” he admitted, his tone soft. He stood, extending a hand to her. “Dance with me.”
“There’s no music,” she pointed out, though she took his hand.
“We don’t need it,” he replied, pulling her into his arms.
They swayed gently, their movements unhurried and intimate. Isla closed her eyes, her head resting against his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. Dante’s hands settled on her waist, his touch firm yet tender.
“I love you,” he whispered, the words a soft caress against her ear.
Isla pulled back slightly to look at him, her eyes searching his. “I love you too,” she said, her voice steady and filled with emotion.
Dante’s smile was radiant, and he leaned in to kiss her again. This time, the kiss was deeper, more passionate, igniting a spark that neither wanted to extinguish. As they moved together, their love and connection seemed to grow stronger, wrapping around them like a warm embrace.
—
Hours later, as they lay entwined on the sofa, the fire casting a soft glow over them, Isla traced lazy circles on Dante’s chest.
“I think tonight was perfect,” she murmured.
“It’s only perfect because of you,” he replied, pressing a kiss to her forehead.
Isla smiled, her eyes growing heavy with sleep. In that moment, surrounded by warmth and love, she felt truly at peace.