Lena's POVI was feeling better. A whole lot better than I had been earlier. The apple juice, the fresh air, Luca's unwavering support – whatever it was, it had worked its magic. I was sitting in the little vanity area, my hair in heatless curls that gave it a soft, natural wave. I had put on a little mascara, just enough to make my eyes pop, and was now applying my favorite gloss. My lips were so much plumper these days, a gift from the baby. Pregnancy – it was a love-hate relationship, but I wouldn't trade this journey for anything."I'm feeling a lot better and don't wanna be cooped up in here," I said to Luca, who was sprawled on the bed just....... admiring me. The way he was looking at me when I turned to him made my legs weak. Thankfully, I was sitting down. My belly was full of fucking butterflies. I was jelly. This feeling can never get old with Luca, I swear."How are you feeling now?" he asked, his voice low and husky emphasizing the last word with a suggestive eyebrow ra
Lena's POVIt was a long day. A very long day. From landing in Mexico still stewing in my anger, to experiencing the culinary revelation that was that beachside burrito.(Seriously, who knew simple could taste that good?), to Luca somehow whisking me away to this ridiculous beach house with a view that could make even the most hardened cynic weak in the knees. He had took me shopping, buying so many things we didn’t need, things that were undeniably beautiful, but also ridiculously expensive. Then the speedboat ride which had been exhilarating, the wind whipping through my hair as we sped across the turquoise water.Now, finally, I was tired, overfed, and blissfully horizontal. Luca joined me on the bed, the mattress dipping slightly under his weight. He gently pushed a strand of hair away from my face, his touch feather-light.“So, how was today?” he asked, his eyes searching mine.“Exhausting, but very fucking fun,” I admitted, the corners of my mouth tugging upwards.“Yeah?” He se
Lena's POVThe roaring engine of the plane finally quieted, and I felt a gentle nudge. Groaning, I peeled my eyes open to find Luca hovering over me."Princess? We're about to land, wake up." he shook my shoulder gently.I mumbled something incoherent and reluctantly sat up, rubbing the sleep from my eyes."How are you feeling?" he asked, his voice soft and laced with concern."A little sore. Not bad," I mumbled, stretching gingerly, trying to keep my tone neutral. It was hard to mask the resentment bubbling inside me.The plane doors opened, Luca held out a hand, and I took it, letting him guide me to my feet. He was already ushering me out. "Before we leave, you need something?""Yeah, probably a chocolate bar and some rice," Luca stopped dead in his tracks, amusement dancing in his eyes. "Chocolate? Rice?""Yeah?" I raised an eyebrow, daring him to comment."But you don't like chocolate?" he teased."Oh yeah," I retorted, rolling my eyes. "Pregnancy." This idiot laughed in my fac
Lena's POVI went down on my knees in front of Luca, wanting to return the pleasure and show him how much I appreciated him. But he shook his head, a knowing smile playing on his lips. "Mmm… no, princess. Save your strength for later. You'll be needing it.""What do you mean?" I asked, my curiosity piqued."Don't stress about that," he said, waving his hand dismissively."Tell meeeee," I dragged out, my voice laced with playful pleading."Where do you wanna go?" he asked, changing the subject."How?""For a vacation. Where do you want to visit?""Ummm…" I paused for a bit, thinking. "I think maybe Mexico, Tulum. There's so much food I wanna try.""Guessed fucking right," Luca said with a wide smile and picked me up from the ground, twirling me around. "Well, guess what? We're going on a trip to Mexico.""For real?" I squealed, my eyes widening with excitement."Yeah," he confirmed, his smile unwavering."Yeah?" I repeated, wanting to make sure I wasn't dreaming."Sì," he replied, his
Lena's POVI pretended like I didn't hear him, batting my eyelashes innocently. "What?" I asked again, my voice all sweetness and light, feigning ignorance."Don't act like you're deaf all of a sudden. I know you can hear me loud and clear," Luca said, his voice a low growl, his patience wearing thin."You're causing me a headache," I whined, clutching my forehead dramatically."Exactly. What's this?" Luca asked again, holding up the crumpled takeout wrappers and containers."I don't know. What does it look like?" I retorted, crossing my arms defensively. My defiance wavering slightly under his intense gaze.Luca walked up to me, his large frame towering over me, casting a long shadow. He reached out and grabbed my throat in a chokehold, not tight enough to hurt, but enough to make his point. "You want to be a bad girl, hmm?"Luca's manly smell, the intoxicating mix of his natural musk and expensive cologne, wafted in the air. The cologne was too strong for my pregnancy hormones, mak
Lena's POVI couldn't stop smiling as I ate. Every bite of the perfectly cooked eggs, the sweet strawberries, the crispy toast was a testament to Luca's newfound devotion. Damn, I was so in love with him. It was a deep, all-consuming love that had weathered storms, survived betrayals, and ultimately emerged stronger than ever. And without a doubt, I wanted to spend the rest of my life with him.I devoured the entire tray, savoring each flavor, each texture. I was so caught up in the moment, so blissfully content, that nothing else seemed to matter.Once I was finished, I gathered the plates and carried them to the kitchen to wash. Luca hadn't been lying – he had meticulously cleaned the apartment. Not that it was ever particularly messy, but now it was practically spotless, gleaming with a shine that could rival a hospital operating room.After washing my dishes, I decided to do a little bit of light stretching. My obstetrician had sent me a list of exercises to do every morning, as