“You are perfect. And more importantly, you are perfect for me.” I run my fingers through her hair and down her back, trying to soothe her. “And I get to spend the rest of my life proving that to you.” “Promise?” she asks, her eyes hopeful as she looks up to me. “Lo prometto, mia piccola luna.” I promise, my little moon. “Every day for the rest of our lives, I will make sure you know you are loved.” “And I will do the same,” she declares with a smile wide enough that it lights up her eyes. “Good.” I kiss her nose. “Now, let’s get packed so we can get the hell out of here and start this life
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