The Mafia’s Good Wife
Chapter 64

~ Violet -

---ONE WEEK LATER

Violet didn't really need an entire island to be in paradise with Damon. All she needed was a bedroom. As soon as they arrived on the island and into their beach house, the doors were locked and the newlywed couple hadn't left it since. Before she knew it, an entire week of happiness and pure bliss had gone by.

If you're wondering what that looks like, well... the mornings usually start with Damon waking her up with cuddles and kisses. Then they would spend the day lazing around the bed, cooking together, or watching TV. When the sun would set and the air was cool and breezy, sometimes they'd take walks along the beach, which was also their backyard. And finally, they would end the day with more cuddles and kisses. Violet refused to go to sleep until she's had enough cuddles. But here's the rub: there were never enough cuddles.

"Mmhm, you're not hugging me tight enough," Violet protested with a fake pout. Her arms were linked around Damon's body and his arms were locked around hers too as they lay in bed. Another day was about to end as the sun had set and the stars were coming out to play. From the slightly ajar window, they could hear the sound of waves crashing. It was like music to her ears.

"Sweet girl, if I hug you any harder, I'm gonna crush you and our baby," Damon said with a laugh. Though he was acting cool, he found it adorable that Violet was being so clingy.

"Speaking of the baby, why haven't we decided on a name yet? I'm tired of calling him 'the baby"," he continued.

"Well, we discussed the options, but then the wedding kinda threw me off the loop..." she said. "Why, do you have a particular name that stands out?"

"Hmm... I like names that are strong," he said, his eyes traveling to the ceiling. "Like Alexander..."

"Or Jackson?"

"Like, Michael?"

"Michael?"

"Michael Jackson?"

Violet let out a giggle and slapped Damon's chest playfully.

"Stop, I was being serious," she said.

"Okay, let's keep going,"

"How about Charles?"

"Mm nah,"

"Oscar,"

"Definitely no,"

"Oh! I know!" Violet said suddenly. "Robusta! It sounds strong, right?"

"Sweet girl, you're not naming our baby after coffee beans," he laughed.

"We can call him Rob?"

"No, Rob reminds me of Roberto. I hate that name,"

Violet settled back down and laid her head on top of his chest. Damon was still looking at the ceiling, and Violet followed his gaze. Damon's hand was gently caressing her skin, running from her chest down to her stomach and back up again. Whenever Damon touched her like this, Violet felt relaxed and calm. His touches were always so magnetic.

For a while, they both didn't say anything as they were lost in their thoughts. Violet didn't mind it though. Being with him in the silence was comforting. All she heard was the waves crashing again and again, and they became a rhythm, almost like a song. It was such a lovely moment, even her baby felt it too. He was squirming and kicking a little, somehow doing it along with the rhythm of the waves. Slowly, Violet then looked down to see Damon's hand caressing her skin. He was trailing circles around the tattoo she got, DVZ. DV Z...

Damon Van Zandt. That was what the tattoo meant. Violet remembered how she got the tattoo. Damon wanted to brand her as his, and so he gave it to her. She didn't like it then, but as time went on, the tattoo grew on her and it stayed. She couldn't imagine not having this tattoo anymore. These three little letters were always going to be a part of her. Forever.

D V Z! That's it!

Suddenly, Violet got an idea. Her head and body jerked up in response, causing Damon to flinch too. "What?" he asked.

"I got it," she said. "Zachary!"

"Zachary?"

"Yeah!" Violet clapped in excitement. "Or Zach, for short!"

"Why Zachary?" Damon frowned, looking unconvinced.

Violet smiled and grabbed his hand. She guided his index finger to her tattoo.

"DVZ," she explained. "It can mean Damon Van Zandt, or it can also be Damon, Violet, and Zach,"

Damon's lips twitched into a smile. That was perhaps the best thing he'd heard all day.

"That sounds perfect, sweet girl," he said.

"I know!" Violet's eyes were beaming in excitement as she nodded her head up and down.

Stifling a laugh, Damon leaned closer and pressed his lips on her forehead. Then he kissed his way down her body to her stomach, pressing his lips on top of the baby bump.

"Hey, Zach..." he murmured. "We can't wait to meet you..."

And suddenly, Violet felt a kick in her stomach. She gasped in response as it was a big kick. So much so that Damon felt it too.

"Was that...?"

Violet nodded her head.

"I think he likes the name," she giggled.

The biggest smile curved up Damon's face as he buried his face on Violet's stomach. Violet felt the kick again and her heart erupted with joy. Her hand went to touch her stomach and even though she couldn't see it, it felt like Zachary was reaching his hand out too, trying to touch her. Hey Zach... It's me, mom... We love you so much and we will see you soon...

Violet fell asleep that night with her hand on her stomach, and Damon's face was buried there too. He held onto her throughout the night, refusing to let go. They were hugging each other for what felt like an eternity. No one was saying anything and they just listened to the waves. It was so soothing and ethereal, they drifted off to sleep just like that.

When she opened her eyes the next morning, Violet saw the sun had risen high in the sky. She stirred in bed slowly, and it caused Damon to wake up too. He lazily propped his head up and he also noticed the daylight outside.

"Mmm... Good morning, Zach," Damon said as he kissed her stomach. Then he climbed up and kissed her lips, muttering, "And good morning, Zach's mom,"

Damon's words made Violet's heart swell in size. Her eyes softened and glazed over. Her hand reached for his face and her thumb caressed his skin. Their eyes were locked onto each other and she was staring at Damon as if her life depended on it. "I love you so much, Damon," she whispered.

Damon leaned down and kissed her again in response. His kiss was so tender and deep, that Violet couldn't help the tears falling from her eyes. Don't get it twisted, these weren't sad tears. She was so incredibly happy. And he was too. She could feel it. "I love you too. So, so much more," he whispered back.

Damon pulled her into his chest and Violet tightened her grip around his neck. She wanted to feel more of him, so she linked her legs around his waist too. Damon let out a deep breath and he stared at her eyes for a moment as he hovered above her body. Violet was seeing her entire world in Damon's piercing eyes. She saw everything from the moment they first met and every moment since then. With all the highs and lows that they had gone through together, Violet couldn't ask for a better life partner. The devil and the angel... who knows that they'd actually make the perfect combination?

Violet couldn't describe it in words, but she felt something greater than just happiness whenever she was with him. Even though there were so many dark and horrible things that happened in between- the contracts, the kidnapping, the lies, wars, and murders- despite everything that happened, it led her to this moment. Here and now, with baby Zach. Things were unpredictable, rough, and messy, but there was also something so inherently beautiful about that.

"Hey, what's on your mind?" Damon asked when he noticed the look on her face.

Violet didn't respond in words. Instead, she held onto Damon's face and she pulled him down, finding his lips with hers. Damon let out a muffled groan as he deepened the kiss. Violet's hands were roaming his body and his hands were locked onto her waist. Using all her strength, Violet then pushed Damon to lay flat on the bed and she climbed on top of him. Violet was taking control and he was letting her have her way with him.

Slowly, she peeled away the duvet covering his body, then she took off her nightgown, revealing her naked skin to his eyes. Damon's eyes hooded with lust and love as he stared at her. His fingers traced along her curves, slowly running across her breasts. His hand kept going down and then it stopped at the scar on her ribcage. It wasn't big or anything, but it was one of the few marks that stuck with her after the shootout at Hugo's estate.

Damon leaned upward and kissed the scar with his mouth. Violet sighed in response and arched her body closer to him. Damon then flipped her body around in one swift move. He was on top of her again, and he started trailing kisses along her neck and jaw. Violet ran her fingers through his hair and she felt the scar on the side of his head. It was also another scar from that fateful incident. Damon's scar had fully healed, but it was still there to remind them of what happened.

Violet sighed and kissed the side of his head, kissing the scar. Even though she wished they didn't have any of these scars at all, the fact that they had them meant that they are still alive. They had lived a full life and there was nothing to regret because they lived their lives without any reservations.

The room was now filled with Violet's soft moans and Damon's labored breathing. He was rubbing his length on Violet's folds, and she parted her legs wider for him. Violet's eyes rolled to the back of her head when she felt Damon's length splintering into her body. He lifted one of her legs and threw it over his shoulder, allowing for more access. His shaft felt so deep inside her, Violet was losing her senses. The next thing she knew, her whole body convulsed and she was seeing stars. Damon was pounding himself mercilessly into her, pushing her orgasm even further. He wanted this moment to last, so once she got down from her high, Damon pulled out and flipped her body around. Her a*s was sticking out in the air and they looked so darn delicious, Damon couldn't help himself. He grabbed her as and buried his face into it. He kissed and sucked at her core, causing her to wither and whimper.

*SMACK!*

Damon couldn't help himself. He felt the need to smack that beautiful a*s of hers. Violet let out a sharp cry followed by a moan. She was enjoying this too.

* SMACK! *

Damon smacked her a*s again and pushed his length into her deep and hard. His one hand was holding her hip in place, and the other snaked around her waist to rub her c**t. Violet was powerless against him. Her body was under his full control. Her walls were clenching around his length again, ready for a release.

"Damon!" she screamed when he drilled fast and deep. "Yes, yes-Oh!"

"Fúck yes, baby," Damon smiled triumphantly when he felt her cum. "That's it, good girl,"

Violet came so hard, that she was practically squirting. Her walls felt so good clenching around his length. Damon couldn't get enough. He flipped her body around again so that she was facing him, and he took her again for another ride.

Everything in the room was spinning for Violet. Her pregnancy hormones, Damon's amazing bedroom skills, combined with being on a paradise island, everything was working in her favor. She couldn't stop cumming and she kept seeing stars every time she closed her eyes.

"Fuuuck!"

Violet closed her eyes and felt the fullness of his length penetrating her body. The next thing she knew, she felt his length throbbing and pulsating, and then squirts of hot liquid filled her walls. Violet's walls clenched instantly in response, milking everything he was willing to give her. Damon let out an animalistic groan as he emptied himself inside her. Violet kept her hands on his back and ran them gently on his skin. Damon was panting breathlessly after he came, but he didn't want to pull away just yet. He liked the feeling of being inside her too much. So he stayed there... until it was time for Round 2.

Or Round 2002