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“No—we’re on our honeymoon! We can’t go back early.”

“Yes, we can. We can take another trip in a few months. A five-day one. I think that’s as long as you can handle.” I shook my head. “You aren’t so good with the whole relaxing thing.”

He looked crestfallen. “I’m sorry.”

I cupped his face. “I’m not. I’ve had a wonderful time, and I would love to come back. But we need shorter vacations until you can learn to unwind and separate.”

“I’ll try harder.”

“If you have to try to relax, then you’re missing the point. I’m not upset. As long as we go home together, that is all that matters.” I nestled my head onto his shoulder. “You can keep trying to get me pregnant there.”

He tightened his arms. “We do have a comfortable bed at home.”

“We do.”

“I could make you coffee in the morning.”

“You could.”

He looked down at me, clearly worried. “You wouldn’t be unhappy?”

“Promise me you’ll bring me back here for another week. Promise me we’ll do other short trips.”

“I promise.”

“Promise me you’ll tell me what you’re feeling so I can share it. Help you.”

His gaze softened. “I didn’t want to disappoint you.”

“You could never.”

“I don’t know how Luca did it for a month,” he confessed.

I laughed. “They traveled a lot, Justine told me. And he was in touch with Roman at times. You’ve been very good.”

“I answered some emails yesterday.”

“I know.” I drew in a breath. “You ready to go home and start our life?”

“Roman is going to laugh his ass off over this.”

“He’ll be thrilled you’re back. I bet his life has been boring as hell with us gone.”

“You’re probably right.”

“Take me home, Aldo.”

He crashed his mouth to mine.

“Absolutely.”