“You do, huh?”
“I think you’re pregnant.” Elisa lowers her eyes to my flat stomach, grinning. “And Gia thinks you promised him some kinky sex act for later.”
“Is your mind always in the gutter?” I tease, arching a brow at the gorgeous blonde.
“Oh, come on, you act like you’ve never had sex when you two can’t keep your hands off one another.”
“We have a very active sex life, but it’s still pretty much vanilla.”
I’ve confided in the girls about some of the issues I have with intimacy. Cristian and I have a lot of sex, but I’m still uncomfortable giving him blowjobs, and I don’t think I’ll ever be able to experiment with anal sex. My husband tells me he’s extremely happy with our sex life, and he always checks in to ensure I’m enjoying it and comfortable, but sometimes, when I listen to my friends’ exploits, I can’t help feeling a little inadequate. Cristian reassures me, and I’m talking it out in therapy, but it’d be nice to let go fully of all inhibitions and give in completely to the pleasure my husband is so expert at delivering.
“There is nothing wrong with vanilla,” Elisa says. “I often prefer missionary lovemaking to kinky fucking. It’s more intimate, and I always feel closer to Caleb after.”
Gia looks instantly remorseful. “I didn’t mean to imply anything. Ignore me.” Her lips twitch. “But I do think you’re deflecting, so out with it.”
I roll my eyes. “Having an intelligence analyst for a best friend is a pain in the ass sometimes.” I lean closer and whisper, not wanting anyone else to overhear. “You cannot tell anyone. We haven’t told the kids yet.”
“Confidential is my middle name,” Gia says.
My smile is radiant, like every time I think of the little human growing inside me. “I’m six weeks pregnant. I just told Cristian, and he’s over the moon.”
“This is amazing news.” Elisa hugs me. “I’m so excited and really happy for you, and well, I’m pregnant too!”
“You are?” Gia says, quirking a brow. This is obviously news to her too.
“No way, seriously?”
“Yes. I’m eight weeks along.”
I look to Gia to see if it’s a trifecta, but she shakes her head. “Nope, don’t look to me. We’re not pregnant, and it’s staying that way, at least for now. We have our hands full already.”
“I think Caleb would continuously knock me up if I agreed to it,” Elisa muses, and I don’t doubt he would. He’s like a big kid himself, and he’s always saying he wants at least ten kids. I never know if he’s joking or half serious because he’s the kind of guy who goes all out in every aspect of his life.
“You can’t seriously be going through with it,” an angry male says, claiming all our attention.
We turn around en masse as our husbands approach.
“What’s going on there?” Caleb asks, sliding his arm around Elisa as we look over at the heated conversation taking place between Tullia and Rowan a few feet away. We’re not the only ones who’ve noticed, either.
“I’ll kick him out if he causes trouble,” Cristian says, hauling me around to his front. His arms go around my waist, and he kisses my neck. “I warned him to be on his best behavior.”
“It’s not like we couldn’t invite Tullia’s fiancé. She’s my friend as much as Rowan is Cristian’s.”
“What I do with my life is none of your business, Rowan,” Tullia says, glaring at her former crush and best friend.
“Fuck,” Joshua says, looking at the corner of the ballroom. Tullia’s fiancé is storming across the room, looking like he’s ready to tear into the Mazzone heir. “Should we break it up?”
Caleb fails to hide his grin. “I say let them duke it out. What’s amafiosowedding without a little drama?”
“A fight is not alittledrama,” I say. “It’s the potential to turn into a full-scale riot.”
“That won’t happen. I’ll handle it, honey.” Cristian removes his arms from around me.
“No need,” Joshua supplies, lifting one shoulder. “Bennett is handling it.”
Sierra is racing across the dance floor after her husband as Bennett approaches his eldest son with a look of thunder on his face.
Cristian embraces me again.
