Rio

Eight Months Later

Coming down the stairs, I wipe off the bit of paint that was left on my palms onto my gym shorts. Shirtless with a reasonable amount of sweat on my forehead, my eyes reach the back of the Queen.

After a long day's work, which is her last before her requested pregnancy vacation, she sits resting on our black couch in the living room. I walk up behind her.

Her brown strands are nearly disheveled while they're laid out and hanging off the back of the sofa. I come to a stop once I reach the back of her seated, and seemingly sleepy, figure.

My hands grip onto either of Victoria's shoulders, before throughly performing circular motions; seeing the veins beneath the permanent ink of her name implore on my forearm as I do. I hear her sound a soothing and soft moan when she carefully tilts her head back.

"Long day?" I start lowly, continuing to massage her.

"Mhm..." She responds. Below me I see her eyelids blissfully flutter shut. I feel my mouth curve while she's still under my touch.
"But my day's already getting better." Victoria adds on; plastering a small grin of satisfaction.

I smirk, eventually pausing my massaging session and make my way around the couch. I plop down next to her; her big baby bump later coming to view.

"How's my little guy doin'?" I question, reaching over instinctively to plant my observant hands on the queen's stomach. My brown eyes flick up to see Victoria's widening smile. Her smaller hands cover mine.

"He's doing great," she breathes, holding my gaze, "won't stop kicking though."

I feel my lip tug upward in smirk. "We just got a couple more weeks to go by, darlin'. But then we'll be on our way to making another one." My playful grin defeats me when I lean into Victoria; her precious face now close once she releases a humorless laugh.

"That's way too soon, Rio." She remarks - her own sheepish grin starting to arouse. I form a smile just before I connect my lips with hers, and she kisses me back.

The taste of her makes my skin heat up. I feel her soft hand carefully skid across my right forearm, and my hungry lips part from my wife's to see her blink down at my tattoo. Her fingers are cool on my skin. I catch the sight of her form a slight grin as she examines the inked calligraphy of her name.

My eyes lazily flick up to Victoria licking her lips, before her eyes revert to mine. She studies my own dark brown eyes for a silent second.

"Have you finished it?" She starts in curiosity, not regarding the tattoo - her alluring voice a soft whisper. My tongue connects with my lips for moisture, examining her graceful features. My hand slowly takes one of hers into a grasp; my fingers curling absentmindedly around Victoria's own.

"You finally wanna see the room, huh?" I ask, beginning to lean closer to her - my free hand still rested against her stomach.

"Hm," Victoria shrugs, failing at holding back her excited smile. "Think it's time I grade your progress... can I see it?" Her eyes fixate on my lips, I notice.

And seconds later, I come to stand. Glancing down at my wife, I extend out my hand. Eventually sending me a knowing spark in her intense light brown eyes, Victoria takes up the gesture and grabs my hand.

Carefully helping her stand, I lead our way towards the wide stairs.

The very moment we hit the hallway upstairs, and finally stand outside of the smaller bedroom I've been working on, excitement starts to devour my insides.

I look over to hold onto her gaze as if it'll be goin' somewhere. "You ready?" I ask her - the queen's hand still in mine.

And with a soft breath intake, Victoria strictly inclines her head. "Yes." Her cheeks are consumed by a deep shade of red. I squeeze her small hand in mine, feeling the beat in my chest begin it's rapid speed when I glimpse down at her grown stomach.

I push open the bedroom door. Coming into view, are the walls painted a light baby blue color to match the open curtains. On the left side of the room is a wooden crib that holds the tiny crochet blanket that Blondie crafted us.

Additionally upon the carpeted floor, plasters a cushioned rocking chair in the other corner - perfectly cascading the small bookshelf swallowed by bedtime stories to it's left wall. Farther to the left of us is the closet that keeps the diaper bag and the teensy outfits we were given on the day of Victoria's baby shower.

And atop of it all, I merely check my side to see what I love to see best - Victoria's smile widening when she captures my gaze in impression. I smirk beside her, cherishing the reaction I'm getting.

From what I'm gathering I think my grade will beat the scale. I share a smug smile, cocking up my eyebrows.

"So whatcha think?" I ask lowly, well aware of the answer to my own question.

My wife lets out a faint giggle, glancing around our son's bedroom again. I think the timing couldn't be anymore perfect for her to observe the room for the first time - especially that it's only been weeks since we found out our baby's gender.

And man, I can recall it as if it were yesterday. I could've just felt the curiosity - and pinch of nervousness - leave my body. Though having a girl would've been more than great - but considering I had already purchased the cans of blue paint due to my overwhelming excitement...

Vic was hoping for either one, as long as the baby came out healthy. And in all circumstances did I agree with that - but for us to have a little Prince? At least to look after our Princess at school at whatnot?

The news was amazing, and I've been working on the bedroom ever since.

"I love it." My wife answers, curling her lip into a proud smile while I focus on her. "I can't believe you did all this..."

My tattooed arm envelopes Victoria's waist and I gently pull her into me - our son parting our standing figures slightly. I take my other hand and grasp her hand to intertwine our fingers - her other palm hot and planted on my lower back.

Staring down into her mesmerizing eyes, the defying gaze she delivers sends me a heat wave of intensifying energy - like some kind of electric current fluxing through my bones. At this point I don't think I can release the hold I have on her.

Victoria smirks against me. "You sure do love to hover, don't you?" She says softly.

I slowly drag my tongue across my lips, a second. And I feel a smug smirk come alive. "Love to hover." I say lowly, biting down on my lip at the sight of her brown eyes sparkle. "Always will." I pull her closer, if even possible.

Just then, Victoria leans up on her tippy toes in her wine colored scrubs, and softly presses her lips on mine.

And feeling her body against my own taller figure, the beating in my chest still succeeds in accelerating, and the color in my cheeks might have picked up a familiar shade.

God, I love her.

My dark eyes blaze unto hers.

And in our baby's bedroom, that took more work than a person would think, I hold my wife tight.

In steady seconds as time keeps ticking, Victoria whispers an I love you.

Absentmindedly, a genuine smile later appears on my face, and I respond.

"I love you, darlin'."

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Rio's last POV :,(

And, I have more news!....

The next chapter of Devour You will be the last!

SOBBING EVEN MORE NOW-

But we need to collect ourselves for one more *sniffle* ch- chapter...

I LOVE YOU GUYS!!

Rio: Why don't we give this chap plenty of votes to show your top gangster some love, yeah?

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