She changes out of her dress and throws on a pair of pajamas and then joins me in bed. With only her thin tank top covering her breasts, her nipples peek through. I remember what Dominick said about the honeymoon stage as I bring my mouth to her tit and suck the nipple into my mouth, causing a wet spot to spread across her shirt.
She moans softly and juts her tit toward me, silently telling me she wants me to continue, so I roll her onto her back and climb on top of her, careful not to put all my weight on her.
I lift her shirt over her head and toss it to the side, and thensuck on her nipple. I move to the other one before I work my way down her soft middle, stopping at her belly.
Her fingers delve into my hair, encouraging me to keep going, but instead, I glance up at her, my earlier thoughts coming back to me.
“What’s wrong?” she asks, her brows furrowing in concern.
“When I was holding Adam earlier, I imagined you pregnant with my baby,” I admit, making her eyes go wide. “I always said I didn’t want kids, but the thought of you pregnant with my baby … not just pregnant,” I say, trying to put into words everything that’s going through my head. “When I was little, I’d watch movies and shows where the families looked so perfect, and I used to wonder why our family didn’t look like that. But it could. We could give our baby everything I wanted, but couldn’t have, thanks to my shitty upbringing. You would be the best damn mom, and I … I don’t know how good I’d be at it, but I … think I want to try.”
“Are you saying you’ve changed your mind?” she whispers. “That you want to have a family?”
I shake my head, my heart beating frantically in my chest. “A baby doesn’t equal a family. You’re my family.”
I climb back up her body so our faces are only inches apart. Her legs wrap around my waist, and I feel the warmth of her cunt pushing against my cock. Instantly, I’m relaxed—because that’s what Dani does to me. She’s the calm to my chaotic thoughts.
“But if you did happen to get pregnant one day, I … I think I’d be okay with that.”
I’d be scared shitless, and I’d have to hire more guards to protect them, and I’d live every day trying to make sure they were safe and healthy and happy—holy shit, how the fuck does Dominick do it with three kids when just the thought of one has me spiraling?
“Breathe,” Dani says, picking up on my freak-out without me saying a word.
She runs her knuckles down the side of my face, and I’m calm once again.
“Sorry,” I mutter.
“Don’t be. Making the decision to have a baby shouldn’t be taken lightly. And when the time comes, if we decide to have one, we’ll talk about it, and I’ll—” She pops up, her forehead damn near hitting mine. “Oh my God, Matteo.”
She tries to scramble out from under me, but I don’t move.
“What’s wrong? Talk to me.”
“I haven’t gotten my shot. Between moving and being held captive and then moving in here … it never even crossed my mind.”
“What are you saying?” I ask, trying to put all the pieces together. “Could you be pregnant?” I wait for the freak-out to come, but it doesn’t.
“It’s doubtful,” she says, lying back on the pillow. “I’ve been on the shot for a while now, but I’m going to make an appointment to get it renewed this week.”
“Actually …” I grin at her. “It will have to be next week.”
She looks at me with confusion, and I hope I didn’t fuck this up by not telling her about the getaway before making the plans.
“We’re leaving for Italy on Sunday morning.”
It takes her a second to wrap her head around what I just said, but once she does, she shrieks in excitement.
“Are you serious? Italy? Wait …” Her face drops. “What about my job? I just started there. I don’t want to just up and leave.”
“Lorenzo knows and is okay with it. You’ve had a shitty year,” I tell her. “And you deserve to go away and have a good time. And since I’ve never taken a vacation, my brother and Lorenzo are completely supportive.”
A grin spreads across her face. “I can’t wait.”
She wraps her arms around my neck and pulls my face toward hers for a quick kiss before she pushes me off her and rolls off the bed.
“Hey, where are you going?” I yell as she heads into the closet.
“To pack!” She laughs. “We’re going to Italy!”
