Crazy but sweet

Four Years Later…

The warm breeze carried the scent of freshly bloomed flowers as I sat on the porch, watching Neila chase butterflies in the garden. She giggled, her tiny feet barely touching the ground as she ran after them, her curly hair bouncing with each movement. My heart swelled with love and contentment.

"Be careful, princess," Jolie called from behind me. His deep voice still sent shivers down my spine, just like it had the first time he whispered my name.

I turned my head and smiled as he walked toward me, his shirt slightly unbuttoned, sleeves rolled up, looking every bit the man I had fallen for. The man who had fought for me, for us, for this life we had built together. He leaned down, placing a soft kiss on my forehead before sitting beside me.

"Thinking about Grandpa?" he asked gently, noticing the faraway look in my eyes. I nodded. "I still miss him every day."Jolie took my hand in his, rubbing small circles on my palm. "He would be so proud of you, Lola. Of us. He always wanted you to be happy."

I smiled, blinking away the tears that threatened to fall. "And I am happy, Jolie. For the first time in a long time, I truly am."

Just then, Neila ran up to us, her little arms stretched out. "Mommy, Daddy! Look what I found!" She held up a small white feather, her eyes filled with wonder.

Jolie took it from her tiny hand and smiled. "It's an angel's feather, princess. Maybe Grandpa sent it to remind us he's always watching over us."

Neila gasped, holding the feather close to her chest. "Then I’ll keep it forever!"

Jolie chuckled and pulled us both into his arms. The sun dipped lower in the sky, casting a golden glow over our little family. No matter what had happened in the past, we had made it.

Together.

As Neila continued playing, I turned to Jolie and gave him a teasing smirk. "So, Mr. Overprotective Daddy, when are you going to admit that you're completely wrapped around her little finger?"

Jolie sighed dramatically, running a hand through his hair. "Never. I still pretend I'm in charge."

I laughed, leaning closer. "Oh, honey, you lost that battle the moment she was born."

Jolie narrowed his eyes, feigning offense. "Excuse me? I am still the head of this household, thank you very much."

"Sure, sure," I said, patting his chest. "Whatever helps you sleep at night."

He growled playfully before pulling me onto his lap, his arms circling my waist. "You think you're funny, don’t you?"

I let out a small squeal as he nipped at my earlobe, his warm breath fanning over my skin. "Jolie! Neila is right there!" I whispered, glancing toward the garden where she was still busy chasing butterflies.

"She’s too occupied to notice," he murmured against my neck, pressing soft kisses along my jawline. His fingers trailed down my arms, sending shivers through me.

I sighed, tilting my head to give him better access. "You're insatiable."

"You love it," he whispered, his lips finding that sensitive spot just below my ear that always made my toes curl.

I did love it. Loved the way he could make me forget the world with just a touch. Loved the way he still looked at me as if I was the only woman in existence. Loved the way he never hesitated to show me exactly how much I meant to him.

I turned in his arms, straddling him. His hands immediately found my waist, gripping me tightly. I ran my fingers through his dark hair, tugging lightly, earning a low groan from him.

"You really wanna start something out here?" I teased, brushing my lips against his but not quite kissing him.

Jolie smirked. "Lola, I’ll start something anywhere if it means getting my hands on you."

I laughed, but my breath hitched when he pulled me flush against him, his lips capturing mine in a slow, sensual kiss. I melted into him, my fingers gripping his shoulders as heat coursed through my body.

Jolie's tongue teased the seam of my lips, demanding entry, and I willingly opened for him. The kiss deepened, growing more intense, more urgent. My body ached for him, for the way he always made me feel—cherished, adored, completely his.

"Mommy!"

We broke apart instantly, breathing heavily. I scrambled off Jolie’s lap just as Neila came running toward us.

Jolie groaned, adjusting himself. "Your timing is impeccable, princess," he muttered under his breath.

I bit my lip, trying not to laugh. "What's wrong, sweetheart?" I asked Neila, brushing her curls away from her face.

"I'm hungry," she pouted.

Jolie exhaled in relief. "Thank God. I thought she was going to ask for a sibling."

I smacked his arm, my cheeks heating. "Jolie!"

"What?" he said, all innocence. "She’s been asking about babies lately. It’s only a matter of time before she starts demanding one."

I shook my head, standing up. "Come on, let's go feed our very demanding little queen."

Jolie groaned dramatically as he stood. "And after dinner, I get to finish what you just started."

I rolled my eyes but smiled. "We'll see."

His gaze darkened. "Oh, we will, Lola. Trust me."

And just like that, I knew tonight would be another reminder of how deeply we belonged to each other.

As we walked inside, hand in hand, I couldn’t help but feel grateful. After everything we had been through—the heartbreak, the pain, the separation—we had found our way back to each other.

And this time, nothing would ever tear us apart again.

Jolie chuckled and pulled us both into his arms. The sun dipped lower in the sky, casting a golden glow over our little family. No matter what had happened in the past, we had made it.

THE END.