READ THE LAST AUTHOR'S NOTE, PLEASE. IT'S VERY IMPORTANT.

3 months later

Xavier stepped into the dim-lit hallway, his shoes echoing off the marble floors as he pressed the phone tighter to his ear. His voice was calm, too calm for the weight of what he was saying.

"She's no longer a problem," he murmured, glancing out of the window at the dark night beyond.

"Athena's mother... I want her sent away. Somewhere, she'll be well taken care of."

A pause. The other person on the line asked for clarification, but Xavier's lips curled into a cold smile.

"Well taken care of," he repeated, his tone almost mocking. "Let's call it a place for rehabilitation. A place where she can... reflect. I'm sure she needs a lot of rest. Peace and quiet away from anyone she might disturb."

Another silence, and Xavier's fingers drummed lightly against the window sill.

"Make sure they keep her sedated. She's unstable, after all. We wouldn't want her to cause any more trouble."

His voice remained steady, but there was an unmistakable darkness in his words, the kind of malice that simmered just beneath the surface. He ended the call, tucking the phone into his pocket. His mind drifted momentarily, thoughts flickering like embers from the unresolved past, but none of it mattered now. There was only one thing that held his focus, pulling him back home.

Iris.

He entered the house quietly, the scent of her lingering in the air. Each step felt deliberate, calculated, as if drawn by an invisible thread leading straight to her. The moment he crossed the threshold into their bedroom, his eyes locked onto her figure, barely illuminated by the soft glow of the bedside lamp.

She was asleep, wrapped in silk sheets, her body perfectly still. The nightdress she wore clung to her, black and delicate, accentuating every curve that was meant for him and him alone. Xavier's eyes darkened as he took in the sight, his mind swimming with thoughts that teetered between love and obsession.

She wore it for me.

The possessive thought was immediate, making his pulse quicken. The obsession that coursed through him grew more powerful, with each passing second, driving him toward her. She looked so peaceful, so utterly vulnerable in her sleep, and it ignited something deeper within him.

Without making a sound, he moved to the edge of the bed, eyes tracing the length of her legs beneath the sheets. Slowly, methodically, he reached out, his fingertips brushing her bare skin as he parted her legs ever so gently.

His gaze lingered on her as his movements became more deliberate, leaning closer, his breath warm against her skin. There was a hunger in him-an insatiable need to claim her, to remind her that she belonged to him in every way.

He pressed his lips against the soft skin of her inner thigh, the heat of his mouth moving further up, tasting her, devouring her.

Even in her sleep, her body responded, and Xavier reveled in the control, the dominance he held over her.

This was where she was most vulnerable, most of his.

Xavier leaned closer, his breath hot against her skin as he settled between her legs, a predatory gleam in his eyes. The night was still, but the air crackled with tension as he felt the warmth radiating from her. Her soft, slow breathing told him she was still asleep, but her body-so responsive, so attuned to him-was already reacting. His touch was light at first, teasing, but enough to make her stir.

"Look at you, so beautiful and innocent," he murmured, a teasing smile playing on his lips as his eyes roamed over her. "Just for me."

With a firm grip, he parted her thighs wider, exposing her fully to him, his eyes darkening with hunger. He marveled at the way her body responded even in her sleep, already wet, already begging for him without a word. The pulse of desire thrummed through him, his blood heating at the sight before him.

His lips brushed her inner thighs first, slow and deliberate, leaving soft kisses along her skin as he moved closer to where she ached for him. He loved teasing her like this, drawing out her anticipation. As he leaned in, his tongue flicked out, teasingly grazing the sensitive, slick skin between her legs, tasting her for the first time that night.

A soft moan escaped her lips, her back arching ever so slightly, and he felt a rush of satisfaction. She was waking up, responding to his touch even before she was fully aware of what he was doing to her.

"Did you dream of me, kitten? Dream of this?" he whispered, his voice rough with desire as he glanced up at her sleeping face, his fingers gently brushing the soft skin of her thighs.

He took his time, exploring her with slow, deliberate strokes of his tongue, savoring every inch of her. His tongue moved in circles, flicking against her clit before he pulled back, just enough to let the tension build. He could hear her breathing change, see her body shift toward him, instinctively seeking more, even in her sleep.

Just as he was about to dive in deeper, her eyelids fluttered open, and she let out a soft sigh. Her hand reached out across the bed, searching for him in the dark.

"You're late," she whispered, her voice thick with sleep, yet laced with a hint of teasing.

Xavier paused, his mouth hovering over her, lips glistening with her taste. A smirk curled at the corners of his mouth as he met her gaze.

"Then let me apologize properly." he murmured, his voice low and sultry.

Without waiting for a response, he dipped his face back between her thighs, his hands gripping her hips firmly, pulling her closer to him as his mouth latched onto her clit. His tongue pressed firmly against her, swirling in slow, deliberate circles before flicking rapidly, drawing a sharp gasp from her.

She was awake now, fully aware of the way his mouth worked against her, but still too dazed by sleep to stop him, not that she wanted to. Her fingers twisted in the sheets, her hips bucking involuntarily as his tongue plunged deeper, slipping lower to taste every inch of her.

"Please..." she whimpered, her voice barely coherent, her body trembling as he continued his merciless teasing.

"Please what, kitten?" he teased, pulling away just enough to look up at her, his lips and chin glistening with her arousal. He licked his lips, savoring her taste.

"You want me to make you feel good? Sì?"

Her response was a breathless gasp, her eyes fluttering shut again as she surrendered completely. "Xavi..."

His grin widened, the sight of her undone beneath him fueling his dark desire.

"That's right. Just relax and let me take care of you."

His mouth returned to her, this time with more intensity, his tongue flicking and swirling against her clit while his fingers slid inside her, curling just right. The moan that escaped her lips was loud, desperate, and it only spurred him on. He could feel her hips moving against him, her body seeking more of him, needing him like she needed air.

"Xavi...oh God..." she cried, her voice a mix of desperation and bliss, her body trembling as the pleasure built inside her.

"That's it, kitten. Just for you," he whispered, his voice thick with desire. "Let go. Let me hear you."

As her body finally surrendered, waves of ecstasy washed over her, and he felt a surge of satisfaction. He wanted to mark this moment, to etch it into their memory, reminding her who she belonged to-who she would always belong to.

Xavier slowly lifted himself from between her legs, wiping his lips with the back of his hand, his gaze dark and possessive as it traced over her trembling form. She was lying there, undone, her skin flushed and her breath still coming in soft, ragged bursts. He could feel the satisfaction humming in his veins, but it wasn't enough-not yet.

As he slid up her body, his lips found their way to her breasts, lingering with purpose. He cupped one in his hand, squeezing gently before taking her nipple between his teeth, sucking in a way that made her arch into him with a soft gasp. The feeling of her warm, pliant body responding under his touch only fueled his desire further.

"Xavi..." Iris whispered, her voice breathless as she tried to compose herself, but she was already falling under his spell again.

He smirked, pulling away just enough to admire the way her body trembled beneath him.

"I'm still not done with you, kitten."

Her hands reached up hesitantly, sliding across his chest as she shyly participated in the moment, her fingers curling against his skin. Her touch, though tentative, sent a thrill through him. He could feel her warming to him in ways she never had before, her shyness still there but melting away under the heat of his control.

His lips found hers again, but this time, the kiss was rougher, hungrier, his fingers still playing with her breasts, squeezing them with the perfect mix of roughness and care.

"I love the way you react to me," he whispered against her lips. "The way your body belongs to me, and only me."

Her breath hitched, and he could see the blush spreading across her cheeks. Even after everything, she was still so shy. But he loved that about her-loved the innocence that still clung to her even when she was completely under him.

Without warning, Xavier reached up and took her wrists in his hands, pinning them above her head. He stared down at her, eyes gleaming with dark intent. "I think you like this more than you let on," he murmured, his voice teasing yet filled with authority.

Iris's lips parted in a soft gasp, her eyes widening as she stared up at him. She tugged at her wrists, testing his hold, but he didn't let her go. A soft, needy whimper escaped her, and the sound sent a jolt of desire straight through him.

"You're mine, Iris," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "Don't ever forget that."

She nodded, biting her lip as her eyes fluttered closed, surrendering completely to him. His grip on her wrists tightened, and he kissed her again, rough and possessive, his free hand sliding down her body, tracing every curve until he reached her breasts once more. He teased her, brushing his fingers over her nipples, pinching them just enough to make her squirm beneath him.

"Xavi..." she moaned, her body arching toward him, seeking more of his touch.

He grinned, watching her with dark satisfaction. "You love when I play with these, don't you, kitten?" he teased, his fingers rolling her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. He leaned in closer, his warm breath brushing against her skin, causing her to shiver with anticipation. As he gently pinched and tugged, a soft moan escaped her lips, echoing the pleasure he was drawing from her.

"You like it when I tease you like this, don't you?" he purred, savoring the way her body responded, arching towards him, desperate for more of his touch.

Xavier's eyes darkened as he looked down at Iris, her body still flush against his skin glistening with sweat. His grip on her tightened, hands wandering over her curves like he owned every inch of her, which, to him, he did.

He leaned down to her ear, his breath hot as he whispered,

"You love the way I fuck you like my whore, don't you? You love being mine, sì?"

Iris's body trembled at his words, and though her cheeks flushed with shyness, her lips parted in a soft moan. She was still catching her breath, still wrapped in the haze of pleasure, but she could feel his hunger for more-could sense the dark need in his voice that wasn't satisfied yet.

"Say it," he demanded, his voice firm, a commanding edge that sent shivers down her spine.

"I-I love it, Xavi..." she whispered, her voice shaky but obedient.

"I love being yours."

A grin tugged at the corners of his lips as his hands trailed lower, grabbing her by the waist and flipping her over onto her stomach, her face pressed gently into the pillow. Her wide eyes met his briefly, still filled with that irresistible shyness, but now with a flicker of trust as he positioned himself behind her.

"You're so fucking beautiful," he growled, lowering his mouth to the curve of her ass, his tongue flicking out to tease her sensitive skin before biting down just enough to make her gasp. "So perfect."

"I could spend all night tasting you."

Iris shuddered beneath his touch, her body arching involuntarily as his mouth trailed over her ass, kissing and biting her skin, worshipping every part of her. She whimpered, her hips pressing back against him as he spread her cheeks, admiring the view before dipping his head between her thighs again, his tongue sliding between her folds with a slow, deliberate stroke.

Her breath hitched, a soft moan escaping her lips as he tasted her, relentless and hungry, his tongue exploring every inch of her.

"Xavi... oh god..." she whimpered, her fingers gripping the sheets tightly as pleasure surged through her.

He grinned against her, his fingers digging into her hips as he pulled her closer, his tongue swirling and teasing her clit until her body trembled with need.

"Look at how wet you are," he murmured darkly, his voice thick with desire. "You're soaked for me like a hunger slut, kitten. Do you know how much I love that?"

Her body responded to his every touch, her moans growing louder as she rocked back against him, her hips moving in sync with his movements. "Please... more..." she whispered, her voice breathless, filled with desperation.

Xavier pulled away for a moment, his eyes gleaming with dark satisfaction as he watched her. "You want more, kitten?" he growled, flipping her onto her back again, her body pliant and eager beneath him.

"I'll give you more."

Without warning, he thrust into her again, hard and deep, but this time, he pulled her up onto her knees, arching her back against him as he positioned himself behind her. His pace became rougher than before as he took her, his hands gripping her neck, a possessive hold that sent shivers down her spine, spreading her wide for him.

His movements were intense, every thrust sending shockwaves of pleasure through her, his cock filling her completely, driving her to the edge.

"You love this," he growled, his voice low and commanding. "You love when I take you like this, don't you? Tell me, kitten."

Iris's voice was barely coherent, her body trembling beneath him as he pounded into her, her mind clouded with pleasure. "I love it... oh god, I love it, Xavi," she gasped, her hands reaching up to clutch his shoulders.

He leaned down, wrapping his hand around her hairs he tugged her head bsckward & his mouth found her in a heated kiss, his tongue sliding against hers as his hips moved faster, harder, his body driving into hers with a relentless pace.

"That's right, kitten," he murmured against her lips. "You're mine. All mine."

Her hands moved to his biseps, her nails digging into his skin as her body arched beneath him, her moans growing louder as she reached the edge of another orgasm. "Xavi... I'm close..." she whimpered, her voice trembling with need.

Xavier grinned, his pace unrelenting as he felt her body begin to tremble beneath him. "Come for me, kitten," he growled, his voice thick with lust. "Let go."

With a final, powerful thrust, Iris's body shuddered beneath him, her climax crashing through her with a force that left her breathless. Her moans filled the room, her body trembling as she gave herself over to him completely.

Xavier groaned, his own release following soon after as he spilled inside her, his hips grinding into hers as he rode out the last waves of his orgasm. For a moment, they stayed like that, their bodies entwined, their breaths heavy and labored.

He didn't pull out, instead rolling them onto their sides, his body still buried inside hers as he pressed her against his chest.

"You feel so perfect around me," he whispered, his voice softer now, filled with both love and the deep obsession that consumed him. His hand wandered up to cup her breast, his lips finding her nipple as he sucked gently, drawing soft moans from her once more.

"I could stay like this forever," he murmured against her skin, his lips still wrapped around her nipple as he held her close, their bodies still intimately connected. His hips moved slowly, lazily thrusting into her, even as sleep began to tug at them both.

Iris's hands moved to stroke his hair, her touch soft, filled with affection as she pressed her cheek against the top of his head. Her body felt completely relaxed, her breathing steady as she surrendered to his embrace, trusting him fully.

With his head resting on her chest, her nipple still in his mouth, Xavier's slow thrusts gradually stilled as they both drifted into a peaceful sleep, the world outside forgotten, leaving only the two of them. Wrapped in their love, their devotion, and the possessive obsession that bound them together.

And as Iris's eyes fluttered closed, she knew there was nowhere else she'd rather be.

In his arms. Forever.
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The soft rays of morning light filtered through the curtains, warming the room as I woke up to the familiar sensation of Xavier's body against mine. My heart fluttered as I opened my eyes, taking in the sight of him peacefully sleeping, his head nestled on my chest. His lips were still inches away, pressed against my nipple, sending tingles through me.

As I glanced down, a mix of embarrassment and affection washed over me. He was still inside me, our night of passion lingering in the air. The intimacy felt electric, the connection between us palpable.

Gently, I brushed my fingers through his tousled hair, and he stirred slightly, his eyes fluttering open to meet mine. A lazy grin spread across his face, filled with that devilish charm I adored.

"Morning, kitten," he murmured, voice thick with sleep, but there was an unmistakable heat in his gaze.

"Did you miss me while you were sleeping?"

I chuckled softly, feeling my cheeks heat. "I guess so. It's hard not to."

He smirked, his playful nature shining through. "I'll take that as a compliment." His gaze turned more serious, filled with affection.

"I could spend all morning like this, right?"

With a teasing smile, I replied,

"And what would that be? Just lying here while you enjoy your little feast?"

"Exactly," he said, and without warning, he kissed me deeply, his lips brushing against mine with a mix of passion and tenderness. The kiss ignited a fire within me, and I melted into him.

He pulled away, a playful glint in his eyes.

"I can't resist you, kitten, You're too tempting." He began to move slowly, teasingly, sending waves of pleasure coursing through me.

Each thrust was a reminder of how well we fit together and how perfectly our bodies connected. I felt bold under his gaze, a part of me reveling in the way he owned this moment.

"God, you're irresistible like this," he said, his breath hot against my skin.

"You're mine, and I'll remind you of that every chance I get."

The heat between us grew as he continued, and I found myself matching his intensity, the shyness fading away. It was just us in our own world, wrapped up in each other.

As we collapsed into each other, breathless and satisfied, he pulled away slightly, looking into my eyes with a softness that made my heart swell.

"Let me take care of you," he said, and I couldn't help but smile at the familiar words. He grabbed a warm cloth from the bedside, gently cleaning us both. The tenderness in his actions reminded me of how far we had come, the love we had built together.

"Xavi," I said softly, feeling the warmth of his affection.

"You're always so thoughtful." I teased

"Of course. You deserve all of it, kitten." He winked, pulling me closer.

"Now, how about a shower?"

With a playful smile, I nodded, feeling bold again. We stumbled into the bathroom together, laughter echoing off the walls as we turned on the water. The warmth enveloped us as we stepped in, our bodies sliding against each other in the steam.

He wrapped his arms around me, pulling me close.

"I love the feeling, you in my arms under the water," he said, his voice teasing.

"No funny business, Xavi, I'm still aore," I replied, feeling that this might lead somewhere again.

"Whatever my wife says," he smirked, lathering soap into his hands before trailing his fingers down my back, making me giggle. Each touch felt intimate, reminding me just how lucky I was to have him.

As we washed away the remnants of the night, I realized that this was our life now-full of passion, laughter, and love. This was our happy ending, a normal life filled with extraordinary moments.
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The sun streamed through the tall windows of the office, casting a warm glow over the sleek furniture and the vibrant artwork that adorned the walls. I stood by my desk, reviewing the final details of my presentation for the board meeting.

Today was a big day-one I had worked tirelessly for.

This was my first ever deal I'll be cracking on my own.

As I prepared, I felt a rush of excitement mixed with nerves. I had taken my father's business and breathed new life into it, transforming it into a flourishing venture.

"Hey, kitten," Xavier's voice broke through my thoughts, pulling me from my reverie. He leaned against the doorframe, his casual stance radiating confidence.

"You ready to show them what you've got?"

I turned, a smile spreading across my face at the sight of him.

"I hope so. I've put everything into this presentation. I just want it to be good enough."

"Good enough? You're going to blow them away. You've already proven yourself time and again. Remember that sì?,"

he said, stepping closer, his eyes locking onto mine with an intensity that made my heart race.

"I just want to make Dad proud," I replied, feeling a mix of determination and vulnerability.

Xavier took my hands in his, his touch sending warmth through me.

"You're not just doing this for him; you're doing this for you. You've built something amazing, and you deserve this moment."

His belief in me fueled my confidence. I had transformed from a shy girl who struggled to find her voice into a bold businesswoman who was unafraid to speak up and make decisions.

The journey hadn't been easy, but Xavier had always been by my side, encouraging me to embrace my passion for art while also thriving in the corporate world.

"Okay, I'm ready," I said, my nerves settling as I gathered my notes.

As I stepped into the boardroom, the atmosphere shifted. I could feel the weight of their gazes, but instead of faltering, I stood tall. I opened the presentation with a smile, introducing my vision for the future of the business. I spoke passionately about our new initiatives, highlighting all the points.

The best part was that we were going to invest in new things. Art.

My Xavi was so thrilled when I told him about my plans. I was hesitant at first to start, but he encouraged me. He even stayed awake all night to design with me.

Oh! How am I going to love him the way he does?!

The meeting flowed smoothly, and I could see the interest in their eyes growing as I discussed our plans to collaborate with local artists, creating a bridge between business and creativity. I shared stories about how art had always been a part of my life, infusing my work with a sense of purpose and identity.

When I finished, the room erupted in applause, and I caught Xavier's proud gaze across the table. My heart swelled with joy and gratitude. I had done it.

After the meeting, I walked back to my office, a sense of accomplishment radiating from me. Xavier was waiting, leaning against the desk with that signature smirk.

"You were incredible in there," he said, pulling me into a warm embrace.

"I'm so proud of you, Mrs.knight"

"Thank you for always believing in me,Mr. Knight" I replied, looking up into his eyes.

"I couldn't have done it without your support."

"Who else would I support if not my amazing wife?" he teased, brushing a strand of hair behind my ear.

"You're a force, and I love that you've found your voice."

We shared a quiet moment, the world outside fading away. "You know," he continued,

"you should never stop creating. Your art is a part of you, and it makes you who you are."

"I won't," I promised.

"It's just that balancing everything is a bit tricky sometimes."

"I'll always be here to help you find that balance," he said, his eyes softening.

"You're not just my wife; you're my devotion, my essence "

"Xavi," I whispered, feeling the warmth of his words wrap around me like a blanket.

"You make me feel like I can achieve anything."

"Because you can," he replied, his voice firm yet tender.

"And I'll be right here, cheering you, standing behind you on every step of the way."

As we stood there, lost in our little world, I felt a wave of gratitude for all the moments we had shared-the late nights working on presentations, the quiet mornings filled with laughter, and the passionate discussions about art and business. Each moment had brought us closer, weaving a tapestry of love and support.

"Let's celebrate your success," he said suddenly, breaking the spell.

"Dinner tonight? Just us?"

I grinned. "I'd love that. But first, can we go home so I can show you the new piece I've been working on? I want your thoughts."

"Always," he replied, a playful glint in his eye.

"Lead the way, Mrs. Knight"

As we walked out together, hand in hand, I knew that with Xavier by my side, the sky was the limit. Our journey was just beginning, and I was ready to embrace whatever came next-both in business and in art, with love lighting the way.
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4 months later.

The clock struck midnight, and a soft candlelight flickered around the cozy room, creating an intimate atmosphere for our first anniversary. I watched Xavier as he gazed at the small cake I had baked, a smile spreading across his face, his dimples deepen, His dark, intense eyes sparkled with warmth, and I felt my heart swell at the sight of him.

"let's make a wish," I urged, feeling a rush of excitement. He chuckled at my excited face and looked away after a second.

We both leaned over the cake, the flame dancing in front of us. With a deep breath, we blew out the candle, and I clapped my hands, filled with joy.

"Happy first year anniversary, kitten," he said, his voice low and filled with sincerity as he leaned in to kiss me softly.

"Happy anniversary, Xavier," I replied, my cheeks flushing.

He pulled away, his expression suddenly turning serious.

"I have something for you," he said, reaching into his pocket.

My heart raced as he produced a small velvet box.

"Yyyyy! Give it to me!!" I exclaimed, I was eager to see what he had chosen.

"Just open it,", his voice low and smooth.

I took the box and opened it carefully, gasping as I revealed a delicate silver necklace adorned with a heart-shaped pendant with a rare stone blue-greenish dangling in between. The stone was the was in same color as my eyes while the heart was pitch black, same as his eye color.

It was stunning.

"Xavier, it's beautiful!" I gasped, lifting it from the box.

"You know I love this!"

He stepped closer, gently taking the necklace from my hands.

"This is to remind you of my love, no matter where you are or what you're doing," he said, fastening it around my neck.

"You are my heart, Iris. Xavier is where his Iris is. My heart, my soul, or my body, they all are alive because they have you. Remember that."

I could feel the warmth radiating from his body, and a sense of safety enveloped me. His words, filled with possessive affection, made me feel cherished.

"You know how to make me feel special," I whispered, looking up at him.

"Just as you deserve," he replied, his gaze intense and unwavering.

As I admired the necklace, I felt a rush of affection for him. I needed to tell him about my surprise, something that would show him how much I loved him too.

"I have something for you as well," I said, biting my lip nervously.

"Oh? What is it?" he asked, curiosity sparkling in his eyes. He leaned on the sofa, his chest on display.

"Close your eyes," I instructed, moving to a nearby table where I had set up my small canvas. After a few moments of positioning it just right, I called out, "Okay, open them!"

He opened his eyes, and his brows furrowed in confusion at the painting before him. I had poured my heart into this piece, a vivid representation of our journey together-the laughter, the tears, and the love. It showed us dancing under a starry sky, a future filled with endless possibilities.

"God!, kitten..." His voice trailed off, and I watched his expression shift from surprise to something deeper.

"This is incredible. I didn't know you were working on this."

I smiled, feeling warmth spread through my chest at his admiration.

"It's a reminder of how far we've come together and how much I love you."

"Thank you," he said softly, stepping closer. His eyes darkened with intensity as he took my hands.

"You amaze me every day, kitten"

My heart raced, and I could feel the moment shifting. It was time for my big reveal.

"I have a little secret, too," I began, trying to keep my tone light.

"You see, there's a tiny little reason why I wanted you to look at this painting."

"What do you mean?" he asked, his brow furrowing again, a mixture of curiosity and concern etched across his features.

With a playful smile, I placed my hands on my belly. "We're going to need a bigger canvas for my next family painting." Saying I put his hand on my stomach.

For a moment, silence enveloped us. I watched as confusion morphed into disbelief on his face. "Wait... what?" he stammered, blinking rapidly.

"A-Are you serious?"

I laughed, a bubble of joy escaping me. "Yes! I'm pregnant, Xavi!"

His eyes widened, and he stepped back, clearly taken aback. "You're kidding, right? A real baby? Us? Like, right now?"

"Yes, a real baby!" I couldn't help but giggle at his adorably shocked expression.

He ran a hand through his hair, trying to process the news.

"Oh my God," he breathed, and then he broke into a grin that lit up his entire face. His dimples were deepen like never before.

"We're going to be parents? This is... this is-"

I stepped closer, reaching for him, and he wrapped his arms around me, pulling me into a tight embrace. He suddenly lifted me & twirled twice in with me, still hugging before putting me down.

"I can't believe it," he murmured against my hair. His face still buried in my neck.

"You and me, a family? I'm going to be a dad? How did this happen?"

"Let's just say our anniversary celebration turned into a little miracle," I teased, burying my face in his chest, my heart racing with happiness.

Xavier chuckled, holding me tighter, his warmth enveloping me like a comforting blanket.

"I'm going to protect you and our baby with everything I have. You know that, right?"

We were still hugging when out of nowhere, he pulled & put his hand on my stomach. His hands were shivering, and I could feel that.

"D-Did I hurt her when we twirled?" He asked, referring to the baby. I laughed at his gender determination & shook my head. He then made me sit on the bed & kneel down on the ground. Putting his ear on my stomach, he whispered

"Come soon, my little peanut. Papa is waiting. " Saying he looked up at me and I couldn't help but feel my heart melting when I saw tears in his eyes. Kissing his forehead, I hugged him close to us.

In that moment, surrounded by the soft glow of candlelight, I realized that this was just the beginning of our beautiful journey. Together, we would embrace every moment, every challenge, and every joy that came our way.

The next morning, we gathered the breakfast. Fortunately, it was all of us today.

My palms were sweaty, and my heart raced as I stood beside Xavier. I was excited, but the thought of announcing something so huge made me nervous. Xavier noticed and squeezed my hand gently, his bold presence reassuring me.

"Alright, everyone," Xavier's voice boomed as we all gathered in the living room.

"Iris and I have something important to share with you."

I could feel my cheeks heat up as all eyes turned toward us. I wanted to hide behind Xavier, but his hand tightened around mine, pulling me into the moment.

Izel, Ace's wife, smiled sweetly at me. "What's the big news, Iris?" she asked kindly, trying to ease my nerves.

I hesitated for a moment, glancing up at Xavier, who looked at me with nothing but pride. I swallowed and opened my mouth to speak, but before I could, Ace cut in with his usual energy.

"Wait, don't tell me! Are you guys are... moving to an island? Opening another company? Or maybe you've finally figured out how to live without sleep?"

Ace teased, nudging Xavier with a grin.

Xavier chuckled, shaking his head. "No, none of that. Iris and I are... we're going to have a baby"

For a second, there was dead silence. My face burned, and I found myself looking at the floor, too shy to meet anyone's gaze. Then, the room exploded with reactions.

Ace's eyes widened, and he practically jumped out of his seat. "Oh man! You finally...GOING TO BE A UNCLE" He caught himself, glancing quickly at Xavier before he corrected it with a playful smirk.

Xavier gave him a warning glare, but a smile tugged at his lips.

"Watch it, Ace."

Ace just grinned, not the least bit fazed.

"Hey, I'm just saying! Congrats, big bro. You're gonna be a dad. You're in for a ride!" He then leaned over and whispered something to Izel,

Izel elbowed him lightly, then came over to give me a warm hug.

"I'm so happy for you, Iris. You're going to be such an amazing mom. This is wonderful news."

I smiled shyly, grateful for her kindness.

Isabella waddled over, beaming through her own excitement.

"We're gonna have babies around the same time! I can't believe it!" She hugged Xavier first, then turned to me with tears in her eyes.

"We'll have so many baby playdates, Iris. This is amazing."

My eyes started to water, too, feeling the overwhelming joy and support from everyone.

Then Papa stepped forward. His usual stern demeanor softened as he pulled Xavier into a hug, clapping him on the back.

"You've made me a proud father, Xavier. And Iris," he said, turning to me with glistening eyes,

"I can't believe you grew up this soon. Youu've brought so much happiness into this family."

His words touched my heart, and I felt a lump in my throat as he hugged me tightly. Eva, Xavier's mother figure, followed, wrapping me in a loving embrace as well.

"Iris, sweetheart, you'll be a wonderful mother. This is such a blessing for all of us."

Just as I was starting to regain my composure, Adrian, Xavier's best friend, who had been quiet up until now, suddenly spoke up.

"Wait, wait, wait." He paused for a second like processing & said

"Oh you finally fucked your baby- " He paused, noticing Xavier's glare.

"-I mean the angel decide to drop the baby finally. That's so cute. "

Everyone burst into laughter at Adrian's awkward save, and I couldn't help but blush again with a small smile, despite my earlier nervousness.

"Congratulations, Iris, you beat me in this." it was Amara. She whispered the last part in my ear, making me go red, making me chuckled.

As the laughter died down, Ace added one more quip,

"Well, I guess I'll be the cool uncle. Just don't let me babysit - that's all on you two."

The room was filled with joy, and as Xavier pulled me into his arms, I felt a wave of gratitude. This family, with all its quirks and humor, was where I belonged. And soon, we'd be bringing a new life into it.
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One evening, Iris and Xavier sprawled comfortably on the couch, wrapped in a cozy blanket. The dim light from the lamp cast a warm glow around them as they enjoyed a quiet moment together.

"Do you think it'll be a boy or a girl?" Iris asked, snuggling closer to Xavier, who had his arm draped protectively around her.

"I want a girl," he said, a dreamy look in his eyes. "Someone with your cute smile and those beautiful eyes."

Iris beamed at the compliment. "And I want a boy," she teased back, winking. "Someone to keep you on your toes!"

"Why a boy?" Xavier pouted playfully. "Girls are perfect! Just imagine our little girl running around with your eyes. She'd be unstoppable!"

"Yeah, but what if she becomes a heartbreaker?" Iris countered with a laugh. "I can't have you getting all protective and grumpy when boys come around!"

Xavier chuckled, but his expression turned serious.

"I'll be the world's grumpiest dad if any boy even thinks about approaching my little girl. I'll have a 'no boys allowed' sign on her door," he declared dramatically, raising an eyebrow.

Iris burst into laughter, enjoying his intensity. "You're being ridiculous! She's not even born yet, and you're already plotting!"

"Of course I am!" he replied, crossing his arms with a smirk.

"I'll be that dad who polishes a gun while staring down her dates."

"Okay, Mr. Protective!" Iris giggled, shaking her head. "Just wait until she starts dating. You'll have to learn to loosen up a little."

"No way! I'm not letting her go out with any punks. I'll scare them away with my 'dad stare'!" he declared, pretending to glare at an imaginary suitor.

"Now that I have to see," Iris chuckled. "But she's going to need a dad who can also be her friend."

"I can do both!" he insisted, looking genuinely offended. "I'll be both the cool dad and the scary dad. It's called balance!"

"Fine, fine! But you better be ready for a lot of 'dad, he's just my friend!' moments," Iris teased, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

"Just wait," Xavier warned, a playful glint in his eye.

"I'll be ready for every 'friend' she brings home. You know, I was a teenage boy once, and I know how they think."

"That's why I'm saying it's a boy first,"

He chuckled, imagining it. "Fine, I'd love a boy too. But he better take after you and not be a troublemaker like me."

"Oh, you're just saying that because you think you'll be an easier dad to a boy!" Iris teased, nudging him playfully.

"I'll be a perfect dad to anyone," he declared confidently.

"But deep down, I know I'll spoil our little girl rotten."

Their laughter filled the cozy space as they playfully debated the genders of their future children.

As the weeks turned into months, they navigated the emotional rollercoaster of pregnancy together. By the time Iris was three months along, she was experiencing the typical discomforts, yet their bond only grew stronger. One evening, after a long day at the office, Xavier walked in to find Iris curled up on the couch, looking both tired and adorable.

"Kitten," he greeted her, kneeling beside her. "You okay?"

"I'm just...so tired," she sighed, resting her head against the cushion.

"Let me take care of you," he offered, lifting her feet onto his lap. He began to massage her legs, and Iris closed her eyes, a soft smile gracing her lips.

"Do you have to work so hard?" she teased, her voice light.

"I'm only working hard to provide for my two favorite girls," he replied, glancing at her belly.

"Besides, I like taking care of you."

"You're the best," she murmured, her voice dreamy. The gentle pressure of his fingers eased her tension, and soon she drifted into a peaceful nap, feeling safe and loved.

As they transitioned to five months, Iris's emotions continued to ebb and flow. One afternoon, while preparing lunch, she suddenly burst into tears, sending Xavier into a mild panic.

"What's wrong?" he asked, rushing to her side.

"I can't find the cookie dough!" she wailed, her eyes brimming with tears.

Xavier blinked, taken aback. "Iris, it's okay! We can make more," he said, trying to suppress a laugh. He pulled her into his arms, swaying gently.

"How about I run to the store and get you some? We can have cookies and ice cream for dinner."

She sniffled, wiping her eyes. "You'd really do that for me?"

"Of course," he replied, grinning. "I'd do anything for my girls."

That evening, as they indulged in their cookie feast, Iris found herself laughing about her earlier breakdown.

"I'm a mess," she admitted, shaking her head.

"No, you're my beautiful mess," he said, his eyes sparkling with love.

"And I wouldn't have it any other way."

Fast forward to eight months, and Iris was feeling the weight of her pregnancy, both literally and emotionally. One evening, while trying to find a comfortable position on the couch, she exclaimed,

"Why can't I just sit without feeling like a whale?"

Xavier looked up from his book, unable to hide his grin.

"You're not a whale; you're carrying a miracle beside you look more sexy to me now," he reminded her, his tone soothing & teasing. He moved to sit beside her, wrapping his arms around her, pulling her in a heated kiss.

"Come here; let me massage your feet. I think they're looking a bit swollen."

Iris smiled at his tenderness, but her mood swung again as frustration washed over her.

"It's just so hard! What if I'm not ready to be a mom?"

He held her tighter, the weight of her worries settling over him.

"You will be," he assured her, looking deep into her eyes. "And I'll be right there with you every step of the way. You've got this, Iris. We're in this together."

Tears brimmed in her eyes as she leaned into him. "What would I do without you?" she whispered.

"Probably still be searching for cookie dough," he joked, lightening the mood. She laughed, the sound brightening the room.

As the day of their little one's arrival approached, Iris realized just how lucky she was to have Xavier by her side. They shared countless intimate moments filled with laughter, love, and the occasional tantrum. In those fleeting nine months, they had grown closer, their bond deepening with each passing day.

The day of their little one's arrival had finally come, and as Iris lay in the labor room, Xavier rushed to her side, heart pounding with both excitement and anxiety. The sterile smell of the hospital and the sounds of machines faded into the background as he focused solely on her.

"Iris, I'm here. I've got you," he whispered, squeezing her hand tightly. She let out a cry, her body tensing as another wave of pain washed over her. The sound broke his heart, but he refused to show any fear. Instead, he leaned closer, brushing her hair from her sweaty forehead, his voice steady and filled with love.

"You're the strongest person I know. Just breathe, baby. We're almost there."

Tears filled his eyes as he witnessed her strength, the way she fought through the pain, and he found himself crying with her. Every scream echoed in his heart, each contraction pulling them deeper into the rawness of this moment. He couldn't imagine the agony she was feeling, yet he admired her with every fiber of his being.

"You're amazing, Iris. Look at what you're doing for us. I love you so much," he said, his voice trembling. "You're my warrior. You're everything to me."

As the contractions peaked, Iris screamed again, and Xavier felt a sharp pang of helplessness.

"I would take all of this pain for you if I could," he murmured, his heart aching as he watched her struggle. Blood and sweat mingled on her skin, but in that moment, she looked radiant, powerful, and beautiful. This was love-deep-rooted and unwavering, a bond forged in fire and commitment.

And then, with one final push, the cries of a baby filled the room. The sound was both alarming and miraculous. Xavier's heart raced as he watched the nurses quickly tend to the newborn, then heard the doctor announce,

"It's a girl!"

Tears streamed down his cheeks as he caught a glimpse of their daughter-tiny and perfect, with bright eyes that mirrored Iris's and a little dimple already forming on her cheek, just like his.

"She's beautiful," Xavier whispered, unable to tear his gaze away from the little bundle.

"Just look at her. She's got your eyes, Iris. She's everything we dreamed of."

Xavier said while kissing the forehead of an extra tired Iris. She smiled lazily at him, shooking her head at his action.
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As the labor room settled into a tender calm after the chaos of Iris's delivery, the nurse gently cradled their newborn daughter, wrapping her in a soft blanket. With every coo and sigh from the tiny girl, the air filled with a sense of warmth and joy.

Once Iris was settled in the recovery room, Xavier held their baby for the first time, a mix of awe and pride washing over him. Just then, family members began to trickle into the room, their faces alight with excitement. Isabel, Ace, and even Alexander, Eva, Amara entered, all eager to meet the newest member of the Knight family.

"Congratulations, you two!" Ace grinned, bouncing on his heels. He peeped at his little niece and said

"She's beautiful! What are you going to name her?"

Xavier looked at Iris, a soft smile spreading across his face.

"We were thinking of Aria Knight," he said, his voice filled with emotion.

"Aria? I love it!" Isabel exclaimed, her eyes glistening with tears of joy. "It suits her perfectly!"

As the family gathered around, Xavier carefully handed Aria to Iris, who cradled their daughter close, her heart swelling with love.

"Welcome to the world, Aria," she whispered, brushing her fingers against the baby's cheek.

"Looks like she has your eyes," Ace teased, nudging Xavier playfully.

"Just wait until she's old enough to start breaking hearts!"

"Not if I have anything to say about it," Xavier shot back, a mock seriousness on his face that made everyone laugh.

"No boys allowed near my little girl!"

"We are trying for a son really soon.We need a whole army of sons. There's no way I'm letting her grow up without protection, not even for a second."

The room filled with laughter and love, each family member showering Aria with affection. Iris blushed at his statement with a sigh.

Xavier watched with pride as Iris embraced their daughter, feeling more complete than ever. In that moment, surrounded by their family, he knew that they were embarking on a beautiful journey together, filled with love, laughter, and countless cherished memories.

"Aria Iris Xavier Knight," Xavier whispered to himself, smiling at the sound of his daughter's name.

"You're going to change our lives forever."

As Xavier cradled Aria in his arms, his gaze shifted to Iris, and he felt a wave of gratitude wash over him.

"Kitten," he said, his voice trembling with emotion,

"you've given me the greatest gift I could ever ask for. Holding our daughter feels like a dream, but it's nothing compared to the love I have for you. You are my heart, my soul, and the reason I wake up every day wanting to be better. Your strength, your kindness-it runs through my veins like a lifeline. I can't express how grateful I am to have you in my life. Together, we've created something beautiful, and I promise to love you and Aria fiercely every single day."

"I love you," Iris said, her eyes filled with tears. The little human being was the proof of their undying love. Hearing her, Xavier leaned closer & with tears in their eyes, he whispered with a smile, making both of them chuckled

"Say that again,"
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Hey everyone,

*It's a very emotional moment for me, but still, we gonna have this talk*

Today, I finally shared the epilogue of Xavier's Wife, and this journey with all of you feels complete. Writing this story and seeing your support has meant the world to me. I truly love and appreciate my loyal readers who've been with me through every chapter. It's for you that I kept this book here on Wattpad, even though, at times, the response left me a bit disappointed.

Because of issues with copying and to protect my work, I've decided to delete Xavier's Wife from Wattpad on 1 February 2025. I know this might come as a shock, and believe me, this wasn't an easy choice. But it feels necessary to take this step.

So, the book will stay here for the next three months for those who want to finish it or reread any part. After that, I'll be moving it to ScrollStack for safe-keeping. Thank you for understanding and for being part of this journey.

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