The next morning, the sun peeked through the curtains of their bedroom, casting a warm glow over them as they lay tangled together. Celia stirred in her sleep, nuzzling closer to her husband's chest before letting out a contented sigh. He smiled down at her, running his fingers through her hair.

"Morning," he whispered softly. "How does my beautiful wife feel today?"

She opened her eyes lazily and stretched, arching her back so that their hips met. "

"Mmm... Still sore from last night?" He chuckled, kissing the top of her head. "Well, I suppose that's what happens when you're a naughty girl."

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He turned at the sound of her voice and saw her standing in the doorway leading into the kitchen. Her cheeks were flushed, and she was wearing a simple robe that did little to hide her curves. "You're up early," he said with a smile. "I was just about to look for you."

His heart swelled with affection as he walked towards her, taking in the sight of her there in his home, cooking for him. It was such a domestic, loving gesture, and it touched him deeply. When he reached her side, he wrapped an arm around her waist and leaned in to press a kiss to her temple. "Thank you, amore mio," he murmured, using the Italian endearment for 'my love'. "That's very sweet of you."

"Yeah,"

he says with a sigh, reluctantly rolling off her and sitting up on the side of the bed. He looks down at his hands, still shaking slightly from the intensity of their lovemaking. He knows that they have to get ready for the meeting, but he wishes they could stay like this forever.

"You're right,"

he says with a small smile, reaching out to take her hand. "Let's go make sure we look our best."

They get dressed in their formal attire, each trying to put on a brave face for the others benefit. As they leave their bedroom and walk towards the living room where the meeting will take place, they hold hands tightly, silently promising each other that no matter what happens today, they'll always have each other.