Bride of the Mafia lord

A/N: Yay! Story is complete! Hoped you guys liked it! :D

EPILOGUE!

Double doors opened on the streets of Beverly Hills, a group of men in black make their way out of a secret-safe-house wearing on their awesome-hot shades. "Boss, its safe." One man says. A tall, handsome-looking man steps out. White suit, black shades, and blond spikey hair swaying to the side of his face. The man sighs, "Finally its over." He said disgusted while throwing a black briefcase to one of his men. "Lets get that money home, then I can relax on the sofa." The man snickers. His men laugh along with him as they walk down the street toward the long, black limo. But then something stopped the boss in his tracks, making him hault to a stop. His hand pressed against a glass window, his other hand slowly pushing down the shades for a clearer view. And there in the window a beautiful, sexy, glittery red gown. Heart-shaped neck line, mermaid tail, ruffles at the bottom, and quite a few detailing on the dress. Ruby red shoes to go along with the set, ruby jewelry set, with the same designed clutch at the side. "Its perfect." He murmured to himself, his men watching him with curiousity in the air. "Uhhh boss? The limo's?" One asked, "Shh, let him be." An older man says, "No one interferes with a man's shopping." He laughs, pulling out a cigarette and lighting it on. "Go ahead boss, we'll wait." The boss stares to his men than back in the shop, "OK!" Clapping his fists together the man makes it into the shop leaving half of the group appalled. "Wha?" The first asked, "He's shopping for the mistress." Another says, "Boss is still head-over-heels for her." They chuckle, "You'll understand when we head home kiddo, since you're still a newb at this." The newly recruited mafia stare at his superiors in baffled thoughts. It took a while for the boss to gather the things he saw suitable from perfume, to toys, and from toys to accessories. "Alright! Lets go!" Nikaidou heaves the shopping bags onto his men then making his way down the sidewalk, he smiles. "Gosh, the kids are gonna looovve these." The men laugh.

Meanwhile. . .

A 5 year old child stares out the window, his hands on the window sill with his lips pressed at the glass. A bored looking child he was, along his side was another much smaller child. With a pacifier in his mouth, reflecting his brother's movements was this boy's top priorty. "Ma! When will daddy come home?" He asked angrily. "Soon honey, soon." A voice says. Turning around the window, sitting in the center of the lounge was Mikoto. Sitting on his 18th birthday present arm chair, lined with golden thread and red cushions. Yarn in a basket and knitting needles going out and through the lines. "Soon, daddy'll be home soon." He kept saying, trying his best not to smile all the time. "But Ma you said that last time." The boy muttered, stepping off of the window sill and onto the floor. "Da at wok?" The youngest asked, his hand tugging onto his mother's dress. "Yes sweetpea." Mikoto giggles, taking the child in his arms and then onto his lap. "Patience Aidou." Mikoto says, taking up small knitted stuff toys and playing with the 2 year old boy. Aidou watches his mother play with his brother and pouts, his eyes with a sad look, his hands fondling their fingers. Mikoto watches his son and sighs, "How about some fruit on the porch?" He asks and instantly his son beams with a light no one could describe. "Yeah yeah yeah!" he shouts, jumping up and down and pulling onto his mother's dress. "C'mon momma!" The boy calls, pulling his mother out of her chair, "Alright alright." Mikoto laughs, his hands being pulled by both Aidou and his brother Cain. "Poch Poch! Fwuit fwuit!" Cain shouts, his hand in the air, as his small hands pull the doors opened. Mikoto carefully whips up a fancy plate of fresh fuits cut up with kebob sticks and a small bowl of honey for the dipping. "So when daddy come home, you can see." Mikoto says, sitting down beside his sons then watching them eat. They ate quickly onto their kebob sticks with watermelon, apples, along with pappaya and cantelope. And just minutes later the three heard the noise of the gates opening with a black limo coming through the gateway. "Mama! Da's home!" Aidou shouts, standing up and running out onto the pavement with bare feet the boy calls, "Da!"

Limo doors open, mafia boss steps out, arms opened large and wide. The clasping of body to body as father and sons embrace each other. "Have you two been good to your ma?" Their father asked, "ya ya!" Cain squealled while being lifted in the air and onto his father's shoulders. "Good!" Nikaidou lifts his boys into the air, one on each shoulder. The boys heaved and hoed on their father's shoulders, calling out and laughing. "Ma made fwuity tweats!" Cain shouts, "That sounds tasty, go on and eat." The father whispers, gently placing his children back onto the floor as they rushed back into the cool floored mansion. "They grow up so fast." The man says watching his sons disappear into the kitchen. "Not fast enough though," Mikoto chuckles bringing his arms around his husband sighing a sigh of relief, "I was so worried you got caught up on bad business." Mikoto whispered, a sense of concern in his voice as his fingers clenched onto his husband's arms. Nikaidou smiled gently, cradling his wife his lips grazing lightly over the tips of Mikoto's hair. "Silly, you insult your husband." The man joked popping a giggle out of Mikoto's lips. "You're right, you're the awesome mafia lord." Mikoto bluffed, lifting one leg in the air, leaning his weight onto his husband. Arms strong and tight, Nikaidou swings his wife around in a circular motion. "I got something for you." Nikaidou whispers. And sure enough his men came entering into the room, presenting wrapped gifts big as a house. Mikoto's jaw hangs loose while their children play along, "Ma! Da got us presents!" Aidou cheerfully squealed. Eyebrows knit with a playful glare Mikoto turns back to his husband and scoffs, "Seriously?" Nikaidou shrugs showing off his big pearly whites, "I just want you to look perfect." He says quickly stealing a kiss. "Stupid." Mikoto smiles. "Boys! Should I give daddy his present too then?" The mother asked turning to his boys who were hysterically clapping their hands. "Ya ya! Tell da ma!" They shouted, pulling at their clothes. Nikaidou stares oblivious then back to his wife, now with his arms around his husband's neck. "I'm pregnant." Eyes wide with wonder with a frown that suddenly cracked and turned into a goofy old smile.

And They Lived Happily Forever and Ever and never ending. . .