A month has passed.
They stepped out of the helicopter as it landed in front of the mansion. Denise followed him into the house as he brought their children in.
Samantha hugged her as she entered the mansion. "Welcome home, Denise," she muttered as she embraced her.
Denise then cracked a smile. "I'm glad you're back; I was afraid he'd tear everyone apart who crossed his path while you were gone," she said as she drew back.
"I'm glad I'm back, too," she muttered as she walked up the stairs. She knew that after being his wife and the mother of his children, the only haven for her to be was right next to him.
She assisted Samantha halfway up the stairs because she had stomach pain. She was lifted off the floor until she realized what was happening. As she enclosed her arms around his neck, she glanced up with beautiful eyes.
"You should wait for me," Mike said as he dragged her along.
"I'm not going to bother-"
"You'd never cause any problems to me, sweetie," he said as he walked into the room next to them and placed her down.
As she looked around, she smiled. It was transformed into a nursery. "Did you change the designs? Well, it's beautiful," she grumbled as she approached her twins' cribs.
"Yes, I want the best for them," Mike said, "but it would be better if we put their bunk beds in our room as they're too small to stay here."
"As you like," he said without defying her, which made her smile and look at him.
"Why are you staring at me like that?" Mike wondered.
"Well, I'm so lucky to have you as my husband," Denise exclaimed happily as he put his arm around her waist and drew her in closer.
"I'm the lucky one to have you, Denise," he said before kissing her. "I'll make an effort to understand you, I'll try to be affectionate. I'm trying to change for you, I'm trying to make you peaceful around me like we used to be."
Denise then smiled into the kiss, and when Santina cried, she pulled back. When one of them cried, the other joined her.
Before taking Santi in her arms, she turned and took Santina to give him to Mike. Santi and Santina were the names of her twin babies.
Mike patted Santina's bum and tried to calm her down as Denise rocked Santi. "I guess they are already hungry," She mumbled.
So she drew her shirt up before releasing her boob. She led Santi before clutching her chest and starting to drink. Mike's stare was on her, and it made her feel special.
"I know I don't look the same," she grumbled as she looked down.
She has pregnancy stretch marks and is unsightly sewn from a cesarean delivery.
"You're still gorgeous on the inside and out, sweetie," Mike said, still staring at her.
Her stomach churned as a result of his words, and she turned to face him.
"Do you still love after giving birth? since my body changed," she mumbled.
"Just like you said, you just gave birth. Your appearance has changed because you gave birth to my children, but my love for you will never change, sweetie. I will always love you, I felt like someone was going to tear my soul out when I took you to the hospital after she wounded you. The feeling of losing you drove me insane. I don't want you because of your body or your beautiful face, not that, sweetie, I want you because of you, because I love you so much more than anything else."
"I love you more," Denise said as she looked at him. When he looked at her, his eyes softened. And she adored the fact that he was showing emotion. They arrived somewhere, and she enjoyed the place we went.
"Can you burp her while I feed her?" she inquired, and he nodded before swapping babies.
Their son's name is Santi George Murgoci, and their daughter's name is Santina Marie Murgoci.
He muttered, "Denise," as she fed Santina.
When I looked at him, all she said was "Mmh."
"I think he puked on me," he grumbled.
"You think," she laughed, looking up to see how he was holding Santi while he scowled at his shoulder.
"You're annoyed by his vomit, but not by the bloodstain you have on you every time you leave you kill?" she joked.
"It's not the same," he said as she stood up and wiped Santi's vomit with a piece of cloth. "Look, it's gone," she said, smiling.
"Mike? Can I talk to you for a minute?" Ronnie asked near the doorway. Mike nodded and kissed Denise on the cheek before putting Santina in her crib and following Ronnie.
"What are we going to discuss?" Mike inquired.
"It's about Elizabeth; one of our men discovered her body in a five-star hotel, and they still don't know who killed her," Ronnie explained.
"It's okay, the important part is that she's out of our lives now," Mike said as he walked away from Ronnie.
~
"I have something to tell you, Mike," Denise said, her hands trembling.
"What is it, and why are you so terrified?"
Denise loved his eyes that looked at her gently as she turned in his grip and looked into his. "I killed Christiano. I-I cracked his head like damn copra!" she exclaimed as she noticed his grin at her before kissing her lips and saying, "I know! I couldn't be extremely proud! Well done!" he simply appreciated her as if he was proud of her actions.
"Am I serving jail time?" she worriedly asked.
He let out a snort and shook his head. "No, and I wouldn't permit something like that, sweetie, so don't worry about it; I've already gotten rid of his body," he explained.
"But what if they find it?" she questioned.
"They won't find it, they can't find it," he remarked as he stroked her cheek.
"I immersed his body in pure acid, and it disintegrated."
"So, I'm not going to prison?" she inquired again, just to be certain.
He let out a sigh and shook his head. "No, kill as many bastards as you want! I'll clean them all for you," he reassured her as Denise's eyes widened at what she'd heard.
"Forget it, sweetie. You don't need to feel guilty. You just protected yourself and our babies. What about I teach you how to fight so you can protect yourself even more?" Mike said, trying to touch her cheek.
He expected her to defend herself. She'd also learn to fight. She wanted to live because she needed to. She had children, and she can't leave them because she refused to learn to fight. She would do anything in her power to keep them feeling that way. Denise desired to survive in his world and would kill if necessary. To those who wish to cause harm to her family.
"Yes," she grumbled as he rolled her onto her back and hovered over her.
~
His hands slipped beneath her shirt and pulled it over her head. As his gaze roved over her body, she bit her lower lip.
"You are gorgeous," he told her, making her smile before stripping her naked. Before he was dangling over her, his clothes had vanished as well.
"I missed you so much," he said as he pushed slowly into her, taking care not to ooze her stitches.
"I love you," she moaned as he began to move slowly. "I love you more, I love you more than my life," he said as he drew her in closer. She admired how he infused their lovemaking with emotion.
"You have no idea how insane I went at the thought of losing you," he said against her neck as she enclosed her legs around him and kissed him.
"I'd rather have no life than a life without you," he said huskily before she came, and she clenched around him before he came as well.
She kissed him as he drew out and cuddled her; she loved the way Mike looked after her. And it felt good, it felt good to know she had someone in her life who cared about her. As she drew closer to him, she grinned.
And she could hear him whispering against her hair that he adored her more before he entered her cave.