Extended Epilogue

Ten Years Later

At the time, booking a private villa in Capri, Italy, for Daisy and me seemed like the most genius idea Ive ever had. Bella is 11, and the twins, Lucy and Leo, are 9. Plenty old enough to stay with Daisys mom for a week, who is always keen to fly back to New York to spend time with her grandkids.

But now, as its time to tell the little ones goodbye, Im starting to doubt myself. The idea of leaving my kids behind in an entirely separate fucking country is giving me heart palpitations.

It all makes me think of my oldest.

Carlo was supposed to be a memory, out of our lives forever, but just last year, Daisy started to hint that maybe, just maybe, it would be a good idea to open the possibility of reconnecting with him. For my sake. She knew me better than anyone and saw how his absence weighed on me.

So, at her urging, I contacted him with my number blocked, just in case it was a mistake. To my pleased shock, Carlo was happy to hear from me. He settled in Canada and started over in life as a deep-sea fisherman—an easy way to make a living fast, apparently. He married a local girl three years ago, and theyre trying for a baby now.

Theyre coming to New York for Christmas. Not in our home, but in an Airbnb. Well see how it goes, but despite everything, I have hope.

Daisy and I are standing on the tarmac as the private plane whirs behind us, and she puts her hands on my arm, leaning into me. Easy, Dom. Theyll be fine.

The twins are each holding their grandmas hand, waving goodbye with their free arms. We told Bella bye earlier, who chose to stay behind and have a private cooking lesson with her Aunt Marie. So much like her mother.

Theyll be okay, Daisy repeats, rubbing my biceps.

I know. I sigh. After a few last hugs and kisses, my wife and I board the plane, and soon enough were in the air.

Now that were on the way, it doesnt feel so daunting. What I dont tell Daisy is that Ive rerouted all of my security to watch the house while were away—its my secret to calm my own nerves.

The flight attendant serves us mimosas, and Daisy drinks happily, leaning into me. Are you excited?

Of course, I say, kissing her head. Im always excited when we go anywhere, angel.

She giggles. You just like seeing me in a bikini.

Oh, I like that, too. But no.

Daisy sits up, her eyebrow quirked. What, then? Tell me.

Im excited for a week alone with my wife. I brush my lips over her ear. A week to explore every inch of her body, a week to remind her who her pussy belongs to. And you know what? I lower my voice. Weve got a private beach. No one around for miles. So you dont even need the bikini.

She shivers, and when I pull away, her face is flushed.

Easy, angel. Weve got a long flight. She smiles, leaning back in her seat, but theres a shadow in her expression that I dont like. Something wrong?

She hesitates, shrugging one shoulder. No...well, maybe a little. Its one thing to be naked in bed with you with the soft bedroom lighting, but in the bright daylight sun...Im not as thin as I used to be. It...scares me a little, I guess. I worry that you wont be as attracted to me.

I stare at her, shocked. How can she possibly think that? Angel, I love you. Your body is perfect. You had three children with me, and your body carried them and nourished them. You are a goddess.

She blushes, but theres a hopeful look coming over her.

Have I not made it clear? I growl. Because if not, Ive been failing as a husband.

No! Its not that, I just...sometimes...

I take her hand, lifting it to my lips. Youre more beautiful now, more sexy, than ever before. In fact, I like you a little curvier. It means that I dont have to be as careful with you because your body can take what I have to give.

That gets a smile out of her, and I feel the plane lurch forward as we start to pick up speed. I just want you to feel as beautiful as you are.

With you, Daisy whispers, turning pink, I do.

Good. I kiss her palm. Now, if youll excuse me, angel, Id like to retire to the back bedroom to ravish you.

Daisy lets out a squeal that quickly turns into a gasp as I scoop her up, tossing her over my shoulder. When were safely in the back, I lock the door behind us and show my wife that I will always find her perfect—no matter the shape or size of her body.

The End.Thanks for reading!