“I don’t need pregnancy cravings to want to devour you. Guillermo is my favorite dish.”
“Which part of me?”
I cover my face with my arm. “No way you’ll make me say that.”
“I like it when you talk dirty.”
“I never talk dirty.”
“You do, especially when you’re about to climax, and hearing you say those things drives me wild every time.” He turns to his side, his bent arm serving as support for his head. His finger traces my round five-months-pregnant belly. “Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?”
“Stop it. You already won me over, handsome CEO. Spare me that Spanish charm.”
“I’m serious. You look like a goddess. Naked, with a rounded belly carrying our daughters. All mine.”
“There’s something I can’t argue with. I’m completely yours. Besides, soon you’ll have four women in love with you.”
He pulls me into his arms, now lying halfway on his side since my belly prevents me from lying on top of him. “I can handle it. I confess I was nervous when I found out we’d have two little girls in a few months—”
I raise my head to look at him. “Nervous? You panicked.”
“Good panic,” he corrects me. “Like when someone wins the lottery without really believing they had a chance. It’s quite a gift, two daughters at once.”
“Do you want more?”
“I do. Do you?”
“Yes, but what if we get another two or even triplets?”
“Jesus Christ!” He laughs. “We’ll figure it out. I think it’s all a matter of practice, little firecracker, and as you must have learned by now, I’m determined when I set my mind to something.”
Epilogue 1
Months later—Babies’ Delivery Day
“The first one is almost ready to come out,” the doctor informs us with a smile, and I honestly wish I knew what this idiot finds so amusing. Can’t he see my wife is in agony?
Olívia grips my hand tightly, glaring at the obstetrician as if she wants to kill him, and I’m right there with her. If I didn’t need him so much to bring our girls into the world, I wouldn’t mind getting rid of the guy.
“We’re almost there, love,” I say, trying to comfort her.
“God, I’m exhausted.”
I’m in agony too, even if I’m pretending to be calm.
Damn, she’s so strong! She’s been in labor for hours, and although I know she’s in pain, she’s held on until just recently.
“I know, my love,” I tell her. “I’ll take care of you when it’s all over. You’ll be so spoiled that you’ll get tired of me.”
“You bet. I swear to God you’ll be my slave once these babies are born.”
“Your sex slave?” I joke, half-serious.
“That too. Ohhhhh!”
“Now, Olívia. Come on, mommy. Your girls are eager to make their debut.”
I’m as anxious as ever. Layla didn’t let me be with her during Nina’s birth, so this is my first time.
