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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certain situation but if we looked closely into their 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 softest gaze whenever he looked at me. Papa couldn't

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

been the happiest man alive." He

a smile as I let myself drown in his brown

ever wish things could

For all

know... the thing with

fault, baby. Our little angel was too good for this world. We both know that he's in a better

"You believe

do. It keeps

do you need

I know there's more than just this life and in

"I just wish Marco was

be very grateful

felt 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 were two grown adults who found love again when we had given up the first

think we'd get another Marco?" The question slipped my mouth before I could stop myself; I didn't want to question it like

of the possibility of losing my baby. It was a feeling I never wanted to experience ever again but I knew it was

the time is right, we'd have a

be too adorable

"I can't agree more."

where we wanted to travel- we decided on Iceland, somewhere peaceful and beautiful.

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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 to take

space but he never complained, he seemed to enjoy the warmth of my body. I, on the other hand, enjoyed the comfort of his touch. It was already an hour

was already morning. However, it was only four in the morning and Matteo was still sound asleep beside me; the soft snores were heard as he faced me.

myself but leaned forward, kissing his lips. The softness of his lips could always melt me even though we had kissed for a million times before.

he kissed me back before slowly opening

look at me-he was probably deep in his sleep and I had bothered him. I felt a bit guilty but I didn't regret it

I'm sorry