“Carlo please.”
“Cum for me baby. Cum hard for me.”
Apparently, liking the dirty talk, she exploded, “Ah!” She was breathing heavily. I thrust a couple more times before I groaned out my release. I twitched a few more times as my seed spilled into her. I stayed there for a few minutes, just wanting to be one with her. I pulled back and looked at her. She seemed dazed.
“I missed you, baby. I missed this with you.” Then I pulled out and rolled to the side, grabbing her to move with me. She squeaked. “Carlo!”
“You’re not going anywhere, baby, but here in my arms.”
That was the best night’s sleep I had since before she walked into that fucking office.
A few days later, I came home to find her standing in our master bathroom, staring in the mirror. She looked pale as I walked in. I was about to ask what was wrong when I saw it on the counter a few inches away. The pregnancy test. Just sitting there. I looked up in the mirror and stared into Catalina’s eyes. She had tears there, not yet spilling out. I came up slowly behind her, wrapping my hands around her waist, and hugging her to my chest.
“What’s going on, baby? What are you thinking?”
“We can’t have a baby. We’re broken.” Then the tears spilled down her face.
I set my chin on her shoulder, and continued to look at her through the mirror.
“Look at me, Catalina.”
She didn’t right away, but eventually her eyes moved slowly to meet mine in the mirror.
“We are broken together. We are better. Together.”
She just stared at me through the mirror, tears slowly streaming down her face.
“What if we are terrible parents?” Her lip quivered.
I moved my open palm to her flat stomach. “Then we do it together. I want this baby. I want this baby…….with you.”
Her lips continued to quiver. “Do you?”
“Abso-fucking-lutely.” I kissed her cheek gently, then looked back at her in the mirror.
She smiled softly through her tears. “Yeah?”
“Hell yeah, baby.” I turned her around and pulled her into a hug, her arms wrapping around my waist, her wet facing pressed against my chest. “Fuck, I love you.”
And now we were having a baby.
Chapter 11
Catalina’s POV
Two months later, at four months pregnant, I was starting to show. But barely. There was a little bump there, enough to be a constant reminder not to screw this up again. In my desperation and anxiety, I had begged Carlo to remove all alcohol from every room but his study. He didn’t hesitate, actually. He locked the alcohol that was in his study into one of his cabinets without questioning it.
He had said, “Whatever you need to feel safe,mi alma.”
I was shocked. I had also told him I no longer wanted contact with my family unless it was for public appearances. Again he didn’t hesitate to support me. I received a call from my mother last month, angry and spewing her usual ugliness at me.
“Why the hell did I have to learn about your pregnancy after overhearing Sophie Gutierrez talking about it with that psycho Aria Ruiz at the spa?”
I had to take several deep breaths, as my anxiety was starting to ramp up, and I didn’t need a panic attack right now. I could have it later. “Mama, I wanted to make sure I made it past the safe point. I didn’t want to tell you if I ended up having a miscarriage.”
“You mean like your last one?”
That felt like a slap to the face. How did she find out about that one?
