*Tell me how we're not alike, but we work so well and we don't even know why

Funny how the stars crossed right 'cause we work so well and we don't even know why

You can call it fire and ice, but we we work so well and we don't even know why*

-Why by Sabrina Carpenter

*****

ELIANA

My eyes were fixed on the beautiful sea. We were back in New Zealand, the place where I first gave myself to Damian. This time however, Margie wasn't with us and we were there as a married couple.

Though there was always the lingering sadness due to the reminder of Margie not being here, we were happy. Our life was everything we wanted it to be.

We were getting ready to go out and eat dinner but I couldn't seem to pull myself away from the balcony. The view was still as stunning as the first time we were here and yet so different. The colors held a different pattern every night. I was committing everything to memory.

"Jesus, Eliana. How long are you going to fucking stand there? We need to get going." Damian called out from our room.

I rolled my eyes and sighed. Some things would never change.

"Get over here, Novass," I said without turning around. I heard him groaning but soon after, his footsteps moved towards the balcony. A strong arm hugged me from behind as he rested his chin on my head. 

"We'll be late," he murmured.

"Look at this sunset," I replied with a smile. He hummed softly and I let my head rest on his shoulder. I didn't have to turn around to see that Damian was smiling. His relaxed posture behind me told me everything.

"We're running late, baby," he said.

"I know," I replied, tilting my head to the side when I felt his lips asking for access. He bit down gently making me gasp. 

"You just love wasting time, now don't you Eliana?"

"Of course not, Mr. Novass. I know that goes against the rules," I said with a smile.

"I guess since we're late anyways," he began turning me around and picked me up, "we can spend a few minutes in bed."

I giggled feeling his growing erection. If there was anything he was always ready for, it was this. He laid me in bed and took off his shirt, throwing it to the side.

"I thought we were in a hurry," I said, raising an eyebrow.

"Oh baby, there's always time for this," he murmured, pulling down my jeans. 

I watched the playful man in front of me. If someone had told me a year and a half ago that the prick I worked for was going to turn out to be such a loving and devoted husband, I would have laughed in their face. Except, here we were, together like it should have always been. He loved me, and I loved him.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" He asked me, positioning himself on top of me. 

I smirked, "who would have thought? Mr. Novass, being all loving and gentle. Surprise, surprise."

Damian returned my smirk, as amusement flashed in his gray eyes. "I'll be loving right now, but I don't promise gentle. We have a bit of a time limit right now so it'll be more like quick and rough."

His lips met mine with a fierce kiss  while my legs wrapped around his waist. It amazed me how just the touch of his lips on my skin or his hands on my body still made me incredibly flustered. Every kiss was all-consuming, breathtaking.

I would never grow tired of him.

And I knew he wouldn't of me either. We challenged each other. Polar opposites, yet we fit together perfectly. He was cautions, while I was fearless.

Sure, both of us apart, we were strong.

But together - we are unstoppable.

I would never change it, not for all the money in the world. Damian was mine just as much as I was his.

I felt his lips traveling down my neck and I smiled. Maybe that's how things had to be. We'd had to lose the people we loved in order to find each other and be together. Time doesn't always cooperate and I was glad that we didn't force things, if not, it was possible that they wouldn't have worked out.

"Stop thinking," he murmured, tracing his fingers down my navel and between my legs. "What's your saying? Less thinking, more feeling."

I moaned, feeling how he teased me. 

At his touch, I indeed stopped thinking, now my focus simply on the feelings he caused to erupt in every pore of my body.

"Stop teasing me."

"I like teasing you, Mrs. Novax," he replied against my skin. "It's my job as your husband to tease the shit out of you, until you beg." 

"Screw you," I replied, watching as he pulled back and took off his jeans. I bit my lip, eager to have him inside me, completing me. 

He once again, leaned down and kissed me, pushing himself inside me without warning. I moaned loudly, completely forgetting...

A loud cry from the second bedroom of our suite echoed throughout the room. I covered my mouth with my hand, laughing while Damian buried his face in my neck.

"Fuck, Eliana. Why are you so loud?" Damian groaned.

"You like it," I shrugged.

Damian pulled back, muttering curses under his breath. He got dressed and I did the same, knowing that we would have to continue what we were doing later during the night. I fixed my hair as well as my lipstick and watched as my handsome husband walked back into our bedroom with our handsome three month old boy, Aiden. 

He placed a kiss on his forehead and I watched as our son smiled back at his father, cooing softly. Aiden looked exactly like Damian, gray eyes, crazy dark hair and a smile that already had all girls wrapped around his tiny little finger.

He wasn't a surprise baby, as soon as we got married we knew that we wanted a family. Luckily, we never had trouble practicing when it came to baby making and we were able to conceived pretty fast.

I still remember Damian's face when he found out I was pregnant.

He nearly shit his pants, and it was hilarious. But he was happy, ecstatic. It was the best day of our lives, knowing that there was a little someone growing inside of me.

Damian rocked our son in his arms, talking to him while I finished placing everything I needed in my purse/diaper bag. 

This, our life, our future was everything I could ever imagine and as Damian glanced over at me and gave me his million dollar smile, I knew it was everything to him as well. 

"I love you, Eliana," he said, placing a kiss on my forehead.

When he pulled back, the same tender look he always gave me now was there.

There was no doubt in my heart or mind that we were exactly where we were supposed to be.

"I love you too, Mr. Novax."

*****

THE END.

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