She traced her fingers on his stone hard chest. Gosh it felt so right. She didn't want to overthink it but were they okay? After the whole jumble of emotions, the steamy make out in the bathroom, did he think that she didn't want to be intimate with him because she didn't love him?

The negative thoughts leaped in her brain one after the other. She loved this man. Straight from the moment she had Seth, she realized that she loved the man that had consoled her on her disastrous wedding night with tender kisses.

Maybe it was fate playing it's tricks. She rubbed his chin grateful that for the first time in forever she was happily in love. But was it going to be long? Would their love be everlasting?

"What are you thinking about?" Roman stirred in his sleep making Mikaella to get worked up a little.

Laying on his chest, she whispered, "Nothing"

Her fingers trailed once more on his pecks stopping at the tattoo on his right chest.

Anna

"I know you, wifey. What's on your mind?" Roman snuggled closer smelling her hair.

Seeing her name on his chest made her jealous. Extremely jealous needless to say. Joanna would always come in between them. Sure he loved her and she did love him too, but did Joanna get that? Wouldn't she try to win his Ro back?

"The tattoo. Wh- when did you get this?" Mikaella croaked and she could feel him tense underneath her.

"Highschool. I loved her and I thought scribbling her name on my chest would prove just how much I loved her. Guess that's never enough huh? You have to meet the wrong people so that they'll direct you to the right people"

He smooched her head once more. The jealousy was still there but every single flattering word from him made her heart beat, her smile wide, her toes curl with giddiness.

"Since when did I become the right person?"

She played along.

"Ooh I don't know. The moment I found myself lusting over a crying bride in an elevator. And don't get me started on how crazy she looked with the smudged mascara but yet, she managed to capture my attention"

She remembered the events of that night, she was a mess. An emotional mess, a pathetic bride that had been stood up at the altar. But at the end of the day it was worth it, meeting with Roman and hooking up with him was the best decision she made.

"Did I tell you how gorgeous you look in my shirt?"

"Not for the past six times,"Mikaella giggled a blush creeping on her face when Roman grabbed her thigh.

Everytime he touched her shivers of delight ran her body and she loved it. She loved how her heart beat everytime he kissed her and the fact that she was even thinking of kissing those tender lips of his surprised her.

She couldn't get enough of him and deep down she prayed he felt the same.

Boldly, she raised her head to meet his eyes. Running her finger down his lips, she stared at them only to be drawn by them. She leaned in capturing his lips in hers. Roman didn't waste time. Pulling her waist to him, he groped her butt taking a fill of her lips as he could.

"Are you guys planning to have another baby?"

Their son's voice filled the room and they were quick to untangle from each other's arms.

"No baby, come here," Mikaella spread her arms hugging her son ever tightly.

"Why not? I mean we could have three more kids running around" Roman chuckled.

"Three?"Mikaella asked, "Ain't that a bit too much?"

"Mommy, Uncle Kevin is downstairs. He looks terrible,"Seth said amidst the hug.

With a sigh, Roman left the bed and although she had seen his body before, her breathing hitched at the sight of her topless husband. She simply couldn't get enough of his body, the rock hard abs, the built in muscles, the way his black hair looked good in the morning and his...

God! She really had fallen for him.

Roman

As he trudged downstairs, he couldn't help but keep on the goofy smile on his face. He had always imagined it, Mikaella in his bed wearing one of his shirt, them cuddling on the bed, them making love on his bed and not just a mere fuck.

And although they hadn't made love, he respected her decision. Knowing that she loved him was good enough for him. What scared him was losing Mikaella and now even more than before he was determined to keep her all to himself.

She was his gem. His brunette. The most beautiful woman he had ever seen. Even with her face bare of makeup she still managed to sweep him off his feet. He hadn't slept a wink yesternight watching her sleep, afraid that she would suddenly realise he was not a good man and leave him.

Reaching the foot of the staircase he cocked his head to the side watching his brother settled on one of his favorite leather couches.

"Seth was right. He does look terrible" he commented.

His brother was a mess, the tousled hair, the stench of alcohol, the missing buttons in his shirt, it even worried him that Kevin would ruin his leather seats.

"Kev, it's eight a.m. for goodness sake"

Unstirred by the comment, he looked at nothing in particular then answered, "She doesn't want me"

"What?"

"It's Chloe. I asked her to marry me and she said no"

And that shocked Roman abit. Since when did his little brother love anyone. Sure he knew Chloe but wasn't Chloe just a fling to him or was she something more. Judging from his state, it was clear he was in love.

He sat down next to him, "I thought you guys hated each other"

Chuckling sadly, "Well there's a thin line between love and hate"

Lacking words and the silence between them deafening, the loud ringtone of No One by Alicia Keys buzzed in the room.

Roman watched as his brother took out his phone, his eyes glistening for the first time upon looking at the caller ID.

"Chloe? You what?! Where are you? I'm on my way!"

"What's up?"

"I-It's Chloe she had an accident"