“Open up before I break the fucking thing down!”
“In a fucking minute!” I yell before flushing and rinsing my mouth out.Ugh. There’s nothing worse than hurling on an empty stomach. I must have eaten something that disagreed with me.
As I wash my hands and survey my ghostly reflection in the mirror, Thea’s prediction from the night of the sex club adventure (massacre) comes back to haunt me.
“With three dudes in your bed, I guarantee you’ll be pregnant within the year.”
My hand grips the edge of the counter as I sway on my feet.Oh fuck. Five seconds later, the door bursts open.
Under different circumstances, I’d scream abuse at my husband for acting like an unhinged lunatic, but I don’t have it in me today.
“Princess, what’s wrong? Do you need a doctor?” He anxiously scans every inch of me for signs of damage.
Kane smirks. I have a feeling he’s already guessed since he made a comment about the size of my tits the other night.
Dammit, I should have known, but since I so rarely bother with a bra, I hadn’t picked up on the fact they were bigger than usual.
“When was your last period?” Kane asks, arms folded. Angelo’s expression freezes while Luka seems…excited?
“Period?”
I shrug. No clue. I’ve had too much on my mind lately to worry about my menstrual cycle.
To my surprise, Angelo steps back and disappears, leaving me alone with Luka and Kane. I don’t like how anxious that makes me. Has he changed his mind about wanting a baby?
Lorenzo was the one pushing for an heir, so it’s possible Angelo never actually wanted kids. And besides, he must know there’s a chance he’s not the bio father. Fuck my life. Am I about to become a single mom on welfare?
“Relax, kitten.” Kane rubs my back as I hyperventilate myself into a trailer park.
A few minutes later, Angelo’s back with a bunch of pregnancy tests in his hand. My jaw drops. Where did he find these?
A faint blush tints his tanned cheeks when I ask. “I bought some just in case,” he admits. Well, that eliminates any concerns I had about him not wanting a kid. I snatch a test from his fist and bite my lip.Someone has to address the elephant in the room.
Luka opens his mouth to say something, but Kane drags him away, leaving me alone with my husband.
“You know this baby might not be yours, right?” While I’d love to say I’ve been scrupulous about using condoms, there have been a few reckless moments.
A faint tightening of his jaw is my only clue he might not be thrilled, but he nods.
“I don’t care, princess. It’ll beourbaby regardless of who the biological father is.”
Any lingering concerns about this man fade away. He’s proved himself a million times over.
He’s saved my life more than once, and he didn’t bat an eye when I killed his father. Which I’m still having nightmares about, even though I’m glad the bastard is, um, soaking up cat pee.
I know Angelo loves me.
It’s time I said those three little words back.
I step forward and rest a hand on his chest. He appears perfectly calm, but it’s a mask; I can feel how fast his heart beats beneath my fingers.
“I love you.”
He blinks in surprise before his expression softens.
“I love you, princess, and I’ll try to be a better father than mine ever was.”
“The bar’s pretty low, so I don’t see that being a problem.”
