A Lifetime With You by Athrhteera

Chapter 64

Alena

Matteo and I laid on the balcony as we stared up at the night sky. He had prepared a thick quilt for us to lay on along with a big blanket and pillows-we had done this a few times throughout our marriage, something we enjoyed doing because it helped clear our minds. Sometimes, our deep talks were out at the balcony just like this.

It was a hundred times better than laying in our bed and staring up at the ceiling.

I snuggled close to Matteo, loving the way he slowly rubbed my lower back. We were in a comfortable position and I couldn't help myself but be reminded of the good times we had before we lost ourselves. It was a nice feeling to recreate this moment.

He turned to look at me before he kissed my forehead, showing affection.

I smiled, "Thank you for tonight."

"For what?"

"For the delicious chicken rice."

"Anything to keep your tummy full, Alena."

We laid quietly for the next few minutes as we gazed up the clear sky, counting the stars. The weather was perfect tonight even though slightly windy but we had each other to warm up. Besides, we were wearing sweatshirts and sweatpants.

I was careful not to lay on my broken rib, afraid it was going to hurt and longer to heal.

"Matteo," I called out before glancing up at him.

"Mm?"

My husband had his eyes closed and I couldn't help but stared at him a bit longer. It had been awhile since I had the opportunity to be this close with him, amazed by his beauty. Despite the dark circles under his eyes and the slight frown in between his brows, he was the definition of true beauty.

Besides, I had caused those dark circles and the frown to appear

I took my time to admire his clear skin, thick and dark eyelashes, and pinkish plump lips. If I had asked the younger me, the one who got cheated on, I never thought I ended up being with Matteo Lerclerc.

Honestly, I never thought I was capable of finding and falling in love again after being cheated on. The trauma had left me crying for weeks, blaming myself for never being good enough but with Matteo, everything went smoothly. I felt perfect. "Are you happy with me?" I asked, slightly hesitating.

Matteo had always showed and convinced me about his true feelings. He never wanted me to doubt him because he knew how anxiety could kill but he never made me regret asking questions. He knew the mind could be a scary place and he -cleared it, every single time.

"I'm very happy with you. Why do you ask?" He responded.

I shook my head, "Just a thought."

"Is there something bothering you, baby?"

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For someone as tough looking as Matteo, the only way to find out the truth from him was

eyes, we could easily tell if they were telling the truth or not. I had learned this from Papa growing up because he had the

bomb on Matteo, asking him random but deep questions, I always wanted to look into his eyes because that way, I'd be able to tell if he was being honest. As far as we had been together, not

my life, I had been the happiest man alive." He said,

up into a smile as I let myself drown in his

ever wish things could

about that. For all I

know... the thing with

happened with Marco is not your fault, baby. Our little angel was too good for this world. We both

"You believe

I do. It keeps

do you need to hold

this life and in every lifetime, I'd

out, "I just wish Marco

blame ourselves, okay? We still have each other. Another thing to be very grateful for," he replied before kissing my forehead again, leaving my

as if we just met yesterday. As if we were two young lovers who couldn't stay away from each other even though that was far from the truth. We

stop myself; I didn't want to question

of losing my baby. It was a feeling I never wanted

the time is right, we'd have a mini

would be too adorable to

"I can't agree more."

The plans we made in the next few months, on where we wanted to travel- we decided on Iceland, somewhere peaceful and beautiful. Neither

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was going to be a great experience for the both of

getting better first. The broken rib and the fractured arm were not a joke, they had been painful. I was still recovering from the bruises as well, they were going

wrapped around my waist while I took up most of his space but he never complained, he seemed to enjoy the warmth of my body. I, on the other hand, enjoyed the comfort of his

beside me; the soft snores were heard as he faced me. This must had been the

always melt me even though we had kissed for a million times before. I couldn't get enough of

kissed me back

in his sleep and I had bothered him. I felt a bit guilty but I didn't regret it at all. "What's wrong, baby?" He asked, his sleepy voice a bit

I'm sorry