"It
is
beautiful, Daddy," she looks up at him and smiles. "I love it and I love you."
Vincent's eyes light up with joy as Rose gazes adoringly at the ring. "I'm so glad you love it, Baby Girl. You deserve nothing less than perfection," he says before passionately kissing her. "I love you too; more than you could ever know."
The kiss for a few moments before the kiss breaks. Rose sighs happily, lays her head on his shoulder, then laces their fingers together; letting their fingers play with each other. "Daddy, you
really
need to take
Nonna
up on lunch tomorrow. You two need to talk."
"Rose," he sighs. He knows this will be an awkward conversation, but one that needs to happen. He also knows that the sooner it happens the better; especially if he wants to rekindle a relationship with his father. "I will. I'll call her in the morning and maybe the three of us can find a nice restaurant to go to."
"Daddy..." her tone is soft, but serious. "I think it should just be you and
Nonna
. You two have a lot to talk about. I'll keep myself busy and watch a movie or two here at the hotel."
"Baby Girl, I don't want you to feel left out," he says softly caressing her cheek.
"I don't and I won't," she smiles. "I just...I want you to be able to
really
talk with
Nonna
, like she and I did today. Daddy, I meant it--and so did she--when she told me she's okay with you and me being together..." she kisses him lovingly "Just promise me you'll keep an open mind and don't go in with your guard up.
Nonna
loves you, Daddy and she did what she thought would keep her family safe."
"I promise," he smiles softly. "I'll go into lunch with an open mind and a willingness to listen. I want to understand
Mamma's
perspective. I think
Nonna's
been carrying a heavy burden all these years, trying to keep everyone happy, at peace, and to keep a secret like this..." he trails off. "I want to help her and I want her to understand that, in hindsight, I am starting to understand why she did what she did." He pulls Rose close, holding her tightly as he whispers in her ear. "Thank you, Baby Girl. I don't know what I'd do without you."
"Mmm, jerk off
a lot
?" She teases as she giggles.
"Oh? Is that so?" he starts tickling her and she starts laughing. "Is that so?! You think Daddy would be doing nothing but jerking off without you?!"
Through laughs and giggles, Rose manages to say, "Yes!"
"Yeah?! Well you know what?!" He stops tickling her and holds her close. "You're right..." he kisses her as she tries to catch her breath. "Now that I've tasted and been inside your sweet pussy..." he kisses her, "fondled and suckled these
amazing
tits..." his hands cup her breasts and his thumbs rub her nipples, "and kissed these beautiful, sweet lips..." he kisses her deeply, "I don't think I can ever go without it again. No toy or woman will ever compare to you."
"Mmm, good thing you wanna marry me then, huh?" she smiles.
"
My
Rose..." he kisses her deeply. He wraps her up tightly against him and kisses her over and over. As much as he wants to fuck her again, his body is giving in to exhaustion, but so is hers. It's been a long emotionally and mentally stressful day, but all that matters now is he has Rose safely wrapped up in his arms. He holds Rose in his arms all night, breathing in her scent, savoring being so close to her, and knowing that-in his arms-she will always be safe.
The next morning...
The next morning, Vincent wakes up before Rose. He quietly slips out of bed and into the bathroom. While there, he sends Iris a message about lunch and she replies that she wants him to come over and she will cook. He accepts her invitation, takes a few deep breaths to swallow his nervousness about the conversation yet to come, then heads back to the bedroom.
When he comes back in, he finds Rose fast asleep. The bedsheet is pooled around her waist, her bare back visible to him, her arms wrapped around her pillow, and her golden hair spilled all around her. Her back rises and falls slowly with her sleeping breath.
The sight of her bare back, the hint of the curve of her breasts...
Vincent feels a surge of desire course through his veins, his cock already hardening. "My Baby Girl," he whispers to himself, his voice barely audible. He stands there for a moment, frozen in place, his eyes drinking in the sight of her. He sits back down on the bed, then leans over and kisses her bare back between her shoulders.