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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apart to get a better look at each other, knowing our eyes couldn't lie. For someone as tough

Papa were good liars. They had trained themselves to lie if they were in a certain situation but if we looked closely into their eyes, we could easily tell if they were telling

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

happiest

smile as I let

wish things

thought about that. For all I know, I'm already

know... the

fault, baby. Our little angel was too good for this world. We

believe in all

do. It

do you need

know there's more than just this life

out, "I just wish Marco was here with

not blame ourselves, okay? We still have each other. Another thing to be very

away from each other even though

we'd get another Marco?" The question slipped my mouth before I could stop myself; I didn't want to question it like that but I had always wondered if I could get

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

is right, we'd

would be too adorable to

"I can't agree more."

where we wanted to travel- we decided on Iceland, somewhere peaceful and beautiful. Neither of us had the

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it was going to be a great experience for the both of

the fractured arm were not a joke, they had been painful. I was still recovering from the bruises as well,

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 past midnight when we had

was still sound asleep beside me; the soft snores were heard as

forward, kissing his lips. The softness of his lips could always melt me

surprise, he kissed me back before slowly

get a better 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 at all. "What's wrong, baby?" He asked, his sleepy voice a

I'm sorry I