Here's short of Yana and Dashiel's little romance

Yana

Dashiel and I's relationship was impromptu. I mean, to me, it was. After the whole situation with their mother and the cult, I soon found myself with a stalker, leaving a single rose on my bed every day, filling my fridge when I forgot to, and leaving sweet messages in my car.

I would have been scared, but Analia had told me that Dashiel was a timid man, and Latara and Kasiaa had told me that Dashiel was obviously interested in me.

Being that they are also in the mafia, I put two and two together.

Dashiel was stalking me, but I didn't mind because I thought he was cute and wanted to get to know him. However, I knew that I would have to pull him out.

So, I pretended to go to work so I could catch him putting a rose on my bed.

Quietly, I walked toward my bedroom, pausing at the doorframe when I saw him, tall, lean, beautiful, and putting a rose on my bed.

"Why don't you ever talk as much to me in person as you do in your notes."

He paused, slowly turning around; his sweet, light green eyes widened slightly.

I smiled softly, hoping I wasn't blushing as he was. "The roses, the notes, and giving me food..." I whispered. "It's all so sweet, Dash, but when were you going to talk to me?"

His expression of surprise disappeared, and his usual blank look took over. "I wasn't," he said, his voice soft and deep but never loud.

I frowned. "Why?" I walked toward him, smiling as his blush deepened. "In your note, you told me you liked me, that my smile brightened your day." I smiled shyly.

"From afar," he pointed out.

I nodded. "What if I said I liked you too, and I think my smile should brighten your day...but not from afar."

He swallowed hard, watching me as if he were looking for the lie in my eyes and body language.

But I wasn't.

Then he shook his head. "I...I don't know how to..." he struggled to explain himself, but I understood.

After everything that had happened with his mother, I could understand why he wouldn't know how a normal relationship would work.

I held my hand out. "It's ok, I'll show you,"

He stared at my hand with uncertainty. I knew he would have to trust me, and it was hard for him, but he did it anyway; he took my hand.

Smiling and proud, I led him toward my car, but then he paused again.

"Where are we going?"

I smiled at him. "We're going to have a picnic date."

"A date?" He asked, blushing again.

I giggled softly. "A date."

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Five years later

"Kenna," I sang my daughter's name. "You hungry?"

eighteen months ago, Dash and I finally got married. Then, immediately afterward, I fell pregnant with our first daughter on purpose.

Unfortunately, the man I love hates children. Compared to his brothers, who tolerate them, he didn't want any. I want a lot.

So, we put it on a wheel online. There are three choices: Get married, wait a couple of years before children, get married and have no children, enjoy four more years of dating, and then conceive a child on our wedding night.

Obviously...the wheel spun and landed on the last option.

Every major decision is based on rock, paper, scissors, or wheel spinning.

I won Rock Paper Scissors so I could have three more children with him. I lost Rock Paper Scissors when I wanted to move to California, so we're in Illinois, and I lost Rock Paper Scissors on who gets to name our children.

Dash held our nine-month-old as she slept, laying her gently in her crib.

"I was just about to feed her," I smiled, biting my lip before he kissed my lips.

His arms wrapped around me, pulling me closer. "I already fed her. It was time for her nap."

I returned to the kitchen with him to put the food I made inside the fridge for when Kenna woke up.

Despite Dash's hatred for kids, he was an awfully good and attentive father and never complained about anything.

"You're so good with her," I whispered. Turning away from the fridge, I brushed his brown locs away from his face. "It makes me wonder how well you'll do with her sibling," I suggested

He chuckled softly. "I do believe I owe you three more."

I nodded, biting my lip as his hands moved south under my skirt. "I don't mind the short age gap--ah!" I giggled when he lifted me up.

He kissed me again, carrying me to our room. 

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