329 A Rendezvous In Florentine
Nicky did not rember his biological father. The man who he saw again and again as he grew up was Ronan, who ca by often to help out with their little family.
In Nicky’s mind, Ronan was his “Papa”.
He would always be his “Papa” although Marie explained to him many tis that he was not.
When Marie took Nicky to move away from Great Lake City to the small Florentine town, Nicky was initially very unhappy.
The school was new, the friends were new, the neighbors were new, and even the sweet vendors were new!
And “Papa” also didn’t co to visit anymore.
A year passed, and they happened to et again.
“Papa” had changed a lot.
He looked dispirited. The adult man sat at the wooden table with two cups of coffee and the half-eaten rhubarb and blackcurrant pie in front of him. He was lost in his own thoughts.
.....
“Papa, I want ice cream,” the little boy demanded.
“Mm... Okay, let’s get so ice cream.”
Ronan rose to his feet to go, but a shop attendant stopped him.
“Sir, you haven’t paid.”
“...”
Ronan pulled out a black credit card from inside his jacket.
“How much?”
The shop attendant’s eyes widened in delight when she laid eyes on the distinct trim and style of the credit card. Overlaid with tasteful mix of pattern in gold and silver on top of a pitch-black surface, it was the kind of credit card that the Silverback Capital Bank only issued to their richest investors. When she saw the na that was printed neatly across the card, she almost fainted from excessive excitent. A rich custor!!!
“Do you also want to pay for this little gentleman’s mother’s order??? She ordered this one and this one...”
“Sure, pack them up.”
Ronan rubbed at his chin thoughtfully. He could pay for the cake, but he didn’t have any cash to pay for the ice cream. This had been a recurring issue for so ti. Maybe he should start carrying cash.
After he was done paying for the cakes on his and Marie’s behalf, Ronan took Nicky by his little hand outside.
“Let’s find your mother first, alright?”
“Why?” the little boy cocked his head to the side in confusion.
“Because I don’t have the money to pay for ice cream,” Ronan laughed.
The street was straightforward, leading from the port to the fruit orchard at the south. Ronan and Nicky walked southward, and eventually bumped into Marie who waved at them, smiling.
“Thanks for taking care of my boy, Alpha Ronan.”
“He wanted ice cream. So sorry that I don’t have the cash to buy him any.”
Marie broke into laughter.
“Oh, you. After so many years, you haven’t changed.”
“Where is Lulu? I an, my Lucien.”
“Your Lulu is waiting by the bridge,” Marie added with a wink. “Oh, and...”
The beautiful woman took out her wallet and took out so banknotes. She pressed them into Ronan’s hand.
“Alpha Ronan, at the bridge they sell locks that you can attach to its railing. According to legend, couples who place their locks there and throw the keys into the Trianon River will be eternally locked with each other.”
Ronan smiled.
“Thanks, Marie.”
He held the cakebox up. “I have your cake order right here.”
The woman blinked at him in confusion.
“What cake? I didn’t order anything yet. Oh, those naughty shop attendants!”
“...”
“Never mind, thank you, Alpha. Why don’t I compensate you additionally for the cakes?”
Ronan held up his hand.
“No need. Just take them. I hope that you at least like the cakes that they picked out.”
Marie giggled.
“Won always like cakes, Alpha Ronan.”
She held her hand out for Nicky, who was still hugging Ronan’s hand and refusing to let go.
“Baby Nicky, let’s go ho, alright? Mama will buy you ice cream on the way ho. What flavor do you want?”
“I want cookies and cream!”
The boy was quickly persuaded to co to his mother’s side.
“He is so lovely. Lucien, I an,” Marie said while she patted the side of her son’s head.
“I read in an online post that you two are to be married soon. I wish you both eternal happiness.”
“Thanks, Marie. Are you doing well here? Feel free to reach out whenever you need anything. We are friends, aren’t we?”
Marie smiled, but there were so tears in her eyes.
“Yes, we are. And no, I don’t need anything right now. I have Nicky, and life is good to . Florentine is an amazing town. The decision to move here was the best that I could make in this lifeti.”
Ronan pulled Marie into a hug, causing the tears to spill from her eyes.
“Glad to hear that,” he whispered. “Goodbye, Marie.”
“Farewell, Alpha Ronan.”
The mother and son hiked up the street and left the tourist zone. Nicky kept turning his little head around and waved at Ronan, who waved back until they disappeared from sight.
Sighing, the dark-haired man tucked the money into his pocket and made his way southward, heading to the bridge where Lucien was waiting for him.
There were mostly couples on the bridge, huddling together intimately while they whispered sweet words to each other.
Among them, a red-blonde man stood out. He was leaning against the bridge railing, looking out to the Trianon River.
He had his hands clasped together on the railing, and there were tears dripping down his cheeks.
“My baby.”
Ronan rushed to his Luna’s side. He grabbed Lucien’s arm and pulled him into a hug.
“Why are you crying? I am so sorry. Please don’t cry. I did have a long-term affair with her, but it was all in the past,” the Alpha rambled.
Lucien clawed into his mate’s back and sobbed.
“I know,” he said. “I know.”
Lucien loosened his hug and tilted his head up. Ronan gladly lowered his head and locked their lips together.
“I love you,” Lucien sighed. “I love you, my Alpha.”
Ronan brushed against Lucien’s cheeks and wiped the tears away.
“I love you too, forever and always. Ever since we t, you have bewitched , body and soul. My heart belonged to you from day one. There is no one I love more than you, my Luna.”
On top of the bridge, just by the railing, they exchanged kisses again and again, confirming and reconfirming their feelings for each other.
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