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I hope you enjoy this one.

I think chapter thirty is when things will get serious.

but for now enjoy the chapters that are (I think) called fillers

Kasia

Silver had his chauffeur drive this time. Usually, he drives because he likes to, but today he wanted to spend our time in the car with his tongue down my throat and his hand groping my breasts. His robotic hand rested on my thighs as he claimed my mouth.

"Silver," I murmured. I giggled as he kept kissing me. "Silver," I pulled away, and he kissed my neck. "It tickles." I giggled.

"What?" He mumbled.

"Calm down, we've been kissing since we got into the car." I said, pushing his overgrown hair back and tangling my fingers in his sexy beard. "I like this,"

He smirked; I knew he was thinking something dirty, but he wouldn't say it– "Would you like it between your legs too?"

I rolled my eyes. "Shut up," I looked away, but he began to claw at my white jacket.

"Why did you put this shit on anyway," he mumbled.

I laughed. "I didn't want my ass to show, Silver." I yelped when he tried to take the jacket off.

"I want your ass to be showcased, no one can touch it, but me."

"Ehhh, no, that is not a good idea."

Silver grabbed my tits again. "Why didn't you wear a bra?" He said, strained.

"Because, Silver, the dress I'm wearing doesn't require me to wear a bra." I explained, rolling my eyes.

"Good," he said, burying his head in my chest.

"Siamo qui, capo." (We're here, boss) The driver said, scaring me into pushing Silver's head away from me in embarrassment.

He gave me a dark look before nodding to his driver. Silver opened the door, and like a gentleman, instead of pulling me by the hair, he took my hand gently and helped me out. I smiled. "Thank you," I said softly.

He nodded, leading me to one of Pittsburgh's most expensive restaurants. Altius. We entered, and a woman immediately led us upstairs to a private place in the restaurant with the most beautiful view of the city I've ever seen. Silver spoke to her in Italian, a little on edge, but I was too busy looking around the dimly lit restaurant.

"Silver, this is beautiful."

Silver silently watched me. "You're glowing," he said softly. "I think you're prettier than the view."

I giggled, looking away for a second. "Thank you."

The woman brought us drinks, for me, a non-alcoholic beverage, and Silver got himself red Chardonnay wine. I was a bit jealous, but I was still breastfeeding, and I didn't want my son to get drunk on breast milk. She seemed to be working without Silver having to say anything. "Did you plan everything like this?"

"The whole timeline." He nodded. "In two minutes and thirty seconds, she's going to bring out the menus." He said, looking at his watch.

I beamed. "You're so cute and insane, it's giving me a whiplash." I cooed.

He rolled his eyes. "Anyway," he cleared his throat. "I do have something to say," he leaned back, his gray eyes observing my every moment.

"Do you have to stare at me like I'm food while you say it," I smiled nervously as the woman brought our menus.

His eyes held amusement as they went down to my chest and then back up at me like a normal person. He sighed, a little troubled. "I don't know how to say this," he confessed. "I haven't said anything about what I feel in years, but," he cleared his throat, looking around. "I love you, Kasia, so much it hurts."

I gasped when he suddenly confessed out of nowhere. I know he said it before, but he's really saying it again.

"I realized that I'm not an ideal man when it comes to communicating and shit, and I didn't properly ask you, the way that you deserve, Kasi." My heart fluttered when he called me by that nickname.

"Silver," I smiled softly, gratefully.

"Be my girlfriend, Kasia, my future wife, my best friend, my world."

I was left speechless. My jaw hung wide open as I took in Silver's words. Basically, claiming to marry me later in the future and...wow. I bit my lip. "Yes, Silver, I will be your girlfriend, your future wife, your best friend, and your world," I whispered.

"Come here." He smirked.

I immediately got out of my seat and sat in his lap, kissing him as hard as possible. "I love you. I love you. I love you." I said while kissing his face.

He chuckled, his gray eyes once more scanning my face. "Your parents created an elysian." His eyes twinkled as if he were having a deja-vu moment. "So serenely beautiful and you don't even fucking know it,"

I bit my lip harder to stop it from quivering. He was going to make me cry. "Wow," I said, blowing a shaky breath. "Such beautiful, rare words you're using for me."

He caressed my face. "You just described yourself with two words,"

I laughed, my tears finally pouring from my eyes. "You've outdone yourself, Silver," I smiled.

He just continued to look at me, entirely in a trance. He was hugging me, hiding his face, but he was blushing.

My eyes burned with tears again, and my words caught up in my throat. "You don't–" my voice broke as I broke out in sobs. He raised his head in concern, but I just laughed. "You don't understand how much weight those words have for someone like me. Silver, you've made the one thing in the whole wide world that I've ever wanted since I was a child come true...to be loved, to feel loved. I thought it would never happen."

"Your parents are sick fucking people. I can kill them if you want." Silver muttered.

"No!" I slap his chest playfully. I sighed, shaking my head. "Speaking of them, we need to go visit them in June."

Silver raised an eyebrow. "What?"

"I want Zaire to meet his family in Anguilla, my aunts and uncles and cousins, and siblings. My parents included."

"I don't want him near those people." Silver's eyes glowed with a certain chill. He didn't want me to argue with him.

"Silver, my parents aren't my only family, but they may act differently with Zaire, I would never let him treat him like they did to me."

"No." He said with clenched teeth. "I don't want our son near the people who made you feel like you were worth nothing."

I sighed. "Can we talk about this later?"

"No. I'm serious–"

"How about being my plus one to Cartagena?" I asked, trying to change the subject.

He sighed. "You weren't going to go with anyone else anyway."

I rolled my eyes. "Whatever," I giggled, pulling away as he tried to nip at my boob. I got off his lap and sat back in my chair when they brought the menus.

"Why'd you leave?" Silver frowned, looking at his empty lap.

I laughed, still looking at the menu. "They brought our menus and I was hungry," I laughed again when I saw his face full of annoyance. "Ouuu," I bit my lip. "How about the Crab & Scallion Risotto?"

Silver huffed. "Fine. I'll just have what she's having."

The woman nodded quietly and quickly rushed to get our plates.

Silver and I engaged in light conversations. He was, as always, hiding sexual innuendos. I had three weeks and a half before I could have sex, but Silver was making me want to throw off my diaper and say fuck it...but I don't think Silver would want that.

The food came out moments ago, but I only had a few bites before Silver made me choke with his nasty little comments. He stared at me, touched me, and made it known that out of every woman, he chose me.

He thought I was too beautiful...for him.

I loved him so much. I loved him so deeply. I never thought I would say this. I thought I'd be here, with Brady, saying that I loved him. But no, and I couldn't be any happier than I am right now.

I'm a mother. I'm a lover. I am loved.

"Seven billion smiles," he whispered, pulling me close to him. "And yours is my favorite."

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