“Sicily? You are taking me to Sicily?” I ask again to be sure, as I sit up onto my knees in front of him.

“Yes. We are all going on a holiday,” he replies, my smile now a mile-wide and contagious, as one appears on his face as well.

“Dante!” I scream and jump into his arms, full of excitement.

“Ahh, stop it already. I’m outta here,” Leo says, grabbing his blocks and moving off the bed. Dante and I look at him in shock because that is the most words he has strung together in front of anyone. His cheeks flush, clearly embarrassed at our affection for each other, and we laugh at the situation. We now have a very talkative little boy on our hands.

“Maria has done some baking Leo. You might want to go grab something while it is still warm,” Dante offers to him as we both watch him speed-walk out of the room, and we again chuckle as he closes the door behind him.

Dante looks back at me, as I wrap my legs around his waist.

“Sicily? Really? You are really taking me to Sicily?” I ask again, my gaze on him softening as I take him in.

“Yes. Does that make you happy?” he asks me, already knowing the answer.

“You make me happy, Dante,” I reply, leaning forward in his arms and kissing him softly. His hands grab my ass, kneading the muscles, as our kiss deepens.

“Do I make you feel anything else, Little Red?” he teases me as his mouth wanders down my neck.

“You tell me,” I say, as my breathing speeds up and my breasts push against his chest, the thin nightwear I am wearing doing nothing to hide my arousal. Holding me with one hand, he moves the other up and down my thigh, before he slides it up the inside of my leg to my center.

“Do I make you wet, Bella?” he groans as his fingers explore my clit before he pushes one inside of me.

“Yes… Dante…” I say, moaning his name. Since I got back here from the safe house, we have kept our activity to a minimum. The doctor said no sex or much physical activity, but Dante sleeps with me every night, holding me tight, never letting me go, just like he promised me. We often talk until we both fall into an exhausted sleep, and I love waking up to him every morning. I can’t believe that he now sleeps with me all night, something he never did before. Often, he is the one that wakes me from my nightmares. Always talking me through them, until I feel good enough to fall back asleep.

He growls into my neck. “Do you like my fingers on your body, Annie?” he asks, his voice growing husky. I know he is trying to be gentle, scared that I am still too broken from the safe house incident.