Song: A million Dreams by Anthem Light

The next morning the sun is shining brightly onto the bed. We had stayed up late celebrating our new life together with the ones that we love. I snuggle in his arm, trying to dodge the rays of sunlight shining in my face. I feel him stir awake with a yawn and then he stretches out and brings his arms around me.

"Good morning my love." His kisses my lips softly.

"Good morning."

He leans down to grab his watch. "Crap!We got to be going. I have so much planned for us."

I sigh, "I just want to lay here in this bed, in this room all day with you." I yawn again.

"We can cuddle later, come on get up or we will miss our flight."

"Flight?" I ask puzzled.

"Yes. Come take a shower with me it will save some time." He stands up from the bed and holds his hand out for me to grab it. Once out of the shower, we find our way to the kitchen and everyone else is already up and going. He still won't tell me where we are going.

"What about your yacht?"

"My parents are taking it back, along with Gabe and ReAnn."

"And my dad?" I ask suspiciously.

"Oh, no he is taking a flight back to Nashville, said he had to get back to work. I arranged for someone to pick them up and get them home."

Of course he did. "Oh and us?" I try to sneak it right in there in hopes that he might give it away. 

He laughs, "It's a secret."

After telling everyone bye we get on a separate flight. I wish he would just tell me. I end up falling back asleep on the flight because where ever we are going took over eleven hours, with one stop between where ever it is we are going. He wakes me up with soft kisses on my hand and his sweet lips trial up my arm and to my neck. I start to yawn but then giggle because he is so close to my ear, making tingling sensations run along my whole body.

"We are here....love...wake up."

I stretch. "Where are we?"

"You will see...come on."

Holy Shit! We are in Venice!

After checking in to our hotel suite, we go and tour the city. It is so breathtaking. We navigate through the cobbled stone streets, taking in the view. We go to a few of the museums and eat at this amazing Italian café and then before heading back to the hotel we take a gondola ride. We hear music playing in the alley ways and this is like a dream come true.

When we get back to the room, he picks me up and carries me in. Our clothes are thrown to the floor with a rush, from us not being able to keep to ourselves. I can so get use to this.

The whole week is all planned out of course. We travel everyday to new places touring different parts of Italy. We go to Florence, Rome, and Naples. He wants me to see all of Italy and learn from the arts and cuisines. Everyday is something new to see. A new adventure. By the end of the week I am exhausted, not from just all the sightseeing but from staying up late making out as well and I am so in the need for some sleep.

 We or I should say he has bought me so many things from jewelry, clothes, art masterpieces. I keep telling him that I don't need anything but he buys everything anyway, spoiling me. After the second day of buying stuff, I finally just gave in and stopped complaining about it because he was going to do it anyway.

I thought we were going straight home but to my surprise we land in Nashville. "What are we doing here?" I tell him when we walking into the airport.

"You will see?"

"You keep telling me that for once can't you just tell me."

"My love it's a surprise."

"What about all our stuff?" I ask him as we walk outside, skipping over the baggage area.

"I have it all taken care of." He smiles and walks over to a car that is waiting for us. Never a dull moment with him that is for sure. He opens the back door for me and I get in and then he gets in and closes the door behind him. He motions for the driver to go and he takes off, so I assume he knows where the hell we are going. Before we get to where ever it is, Vincent holds up a blindfold.

"What?" I ask him in surprise.

"You can't see where we are going just yet; I want you to wear this."

I shake my head no. I'm not good with being blindfolded.

"If you don't wear it, I can't show you. I want to surprise you."

"You have been full of surprises all week. I don't know if I can take any more." I start to laugh. But I let him put it around my head anyway. I have to keep reminding myself to stay calm.

A few moments later the car comes to a stop. I hear him open up the door and then take my hand."Watch your step. Now walk this way...stop...hold on a minute."

I don't say anything. When he starts to take the blindfold off, I am looking at a glass building in front of me. Ok! what is he trying to show me; I don't understand.

"Look up, love."

I look up and I am flabbergasted. Holy shit! In front of me are big shinny letters...my name in fancy writing...KATANA'S attached to the building. I shake my head. What the hell is this. I have no words, yep I'm in shock. Not only am I speechless, I standing there dazed.

"You don't like it! Your upset with me. What...say something?"

"I...I...wha...what is this?" I stumble over my words.

"It's yours. You love cooking so much I thought it would be nice to have your own place."

"I don't understand. We don't even live in Nashville. I...I...don't know anything about owning a business."

"Ok...hear me out..."

I look at him like he has got to be kidding me. He opens the door and we walk in. The décor is something that I would have picked out. It all looks antique, like we stepped back in time. I take in my surroundings as he lets go of my hand. "I love Atlanta...but that was the old me...the old us. I thought we could build a new life together so...I bought this place a few months ago. I wasn't sure at the time what it was going to be and the more I am with you it dawned on me...it should be yours. I want you to have this place. You will be the main chef...no more cooking or working for someone else. This is all yours."

I can't get out the words. "What if I don't want this...I...I..."

"Stop...look around this place can be something special. Just try it for a while if you don't like it we will move back to Atlanta."

I huff and shake my head no a few times but then I shrug my shoulders and say, "ok." Giving in to him as usual.

He twirls me around in his arms. "My love...I promise you are going to love it here."

"So why here? Why Nashville of all places, couldn't you have done this in Atlanta?"

"Yes but I figured you wanted to be closer to your family. This way you are only about an hour away from your dad and I got a great deal on this building."

"And where are we going to live?"

"Oh...I have it all worked out." Of course he does. Makes me wonder how long he has actually been planning all of this. He walks me back outside and we get in the car. He tells the driver the street and we drive about twenty minutes or so out to the outskirts of Nashville. He pulls up to a gate and Vincent has to tell him a code. When the gate opens up we continue to drive down the long driveway. Up ahead the house, if you want to call it a house comes into view.

"So we are staying here...whose place is this?" I look puzzled.

"It's yours...ours."

"You are full of surprises aren't you?" I can't believe my eyes, this place is amazing.

 When the car stops I get out and shake my head. The penthouse was alright. This...he has got to be kidding me. When did he even find the time to find this place? We walk in and there are two sets of stairs that goes up to the second floor. There is a massive chandler hanging in the foyer. He pulls me along to show me the rest of the house. The living area is already fully furnished. Ok not just that room but every room is complete. However the only rooms upstairs that is furnished is the master suite and bathroom. The other three bedrooms are empty. There are two bathrooms upstairs and two downstairs, not to mention a workout room, an office and the kitchen is the best kitchen any real cook could ask for. We walk outside onto the deck and there is an outdoor kitchen as well with lots of seating, a fire pit and an in ground swimming pool with a pool house to the side.

He has lost his freakin' mind. What the hell is thinking. "Can I ask you something?"

"Yeah...sure...what is it?" He says it with that freaking grin of his.

"Why such a big house; there is only you and me. This place is just too much don't you think?"

"Not if we plan on living here forever. One day we might have a family of our own."

"Not any time soon I hope." I nudge him. I think about living here for a few more years. I try to think of us having little ones running around and all but I'm not ready to be a mom. Not any time soon anyway.

"We will see," he laughs. "So...what do you think?"

"I think you lost your mind but it will grow on me. I hope you don't think I will have time to clean this place."

He just laughs out loud and sweeps me into his arms. He carries me upstairs to the master bedroom and then puts me down for me to stand in front of him. His hands glide along my body until he reaches the bottom of my shirt and then pulls it off, tossing it to the side. My jeans come next; I step out of them when they get to the floor. I'm standing there in only my bra and panties.

I go to unfasten my bra and he stops me. "Don't move."

I obey him as he undresses in front of me. I stand there and admire his physic. God he is freaking sculpted handsomely man. He is muscular and lean all over with this amazing olive skin color. That is a tad darker now from being on our honeymoon. I'm standing there, watching him as I bit into my bottom lip.

He looks up and smiles at me. "You're biting your lip."

I grin at him. "Yes I am; I'm admiring the view. What you going to do about it?"

"I think it's my turn to stare at you." He reaches out and turns me around. I feel his hands glide down my backside and then back up to unfasten my bra. Then he slides my panties down. He turns me back around and I watch as his eyes gaze me over. When he looks back up he is smiling at me.

"Do you like what you see Mr. Moretti?" I lick my lips.

"Diavolo si amore mio." He leans in and picks me up. I wrap my arms around him.

His lips are soft and delicate against mine at first and then I feel him getting more passionate, more hungrily against mine, forcing my lips to open. His tongue invades my mouth and my tongue finds his. I feel my cheeks heating up and my god he taste so delicious and divine. I want so much more of him. I let his hands roam my body, touching every little inch before taking me, making me moan into his ear. I can hear my voice echoing throughout the house. I let him take me.