"They're married."
"Their wives put up with their roving eyes."
"I would have cut off their dicks a long time ago."
"Ouch. Thank God, I'm not like that."
She lifted a brow at him. "You'd better be grateful. If I even dream that you're looking at another woman with the intention of--"
"No need for warnings, darling. I'm completely yours."
And she knew it. Without a doubt, she knew he would always be faithful to her. It humbled her.
"You should get some rest." He murmured, thumbs moving over her satiny cheeks. "The family have quite a lot planned for the seven days."
"I cannot believe you guys did all this." She shook her head in amazement. "Imagine me getting married on a cruise ship."
Hiding a smile at the surprise in store for her, he gathered her close. "It seemed like the right thing to do."
She eased back to stare at him. "Why? Because I work on one?"
"Now you own several."
"I don't, you do. I signed a prenup, remember?"
"Which, if you had taken the time to read, you'd have discovered that there's another tradition in the family." He was exhilarated to be apprising her of it. "It stipulates in the document that when you marry into this family, you're automatically part owner of the cruise lines."
"What?" The stunned look on her face was priceless. "I'm sorry, what?"
He grinned at her flabbergasted expression. "I told you to read the fine prints, darling."
"Who does that?" Shaking her head as if to get rid of the fog, she continued to stare at him. "I'm part owner? What does that mean?"
"It means that you get to pick one of the ships and get to run it as you deem fit. Lori, Lilly, and Grace all have the same agreement. The olives are a different matter altogether."
She swallowed the lump that had lodged in her throat. "I own a ship?"
"Among other things." He placed a hand on her belly and jolted when he felt movements. "When you start having children,there's the part where each child gets an investment, a trust fund starting at two million dollars."
"Oh God. Oh God. I can't--Oh God." Turning, she buried her face on his shoulder. "I'm going to throw up."
"Let's get you to--"
"No." She clung to him. "It's too much. I don't deserve this. I don't deserve any of it."
"Stop this nonsense right now." He ordered. Taking her by the shoulders, he eased her away so he could look into her eyes. "You deserve everything. There's nothing I wouldn't do for you and our children. Nothing."
"And I promise that for the rest of our lives, I'm going to show you how much you deserve." He kissed the moisture of tears on her cheeks, his touch gentle. "You deserve the very best."
She dissolved. She couldn't help herself. She simply burst into tears. He held her close, his arms wrapped around her. He found himself looking forward to her reaction when she discovered what else they had in store for her.
*****
She was in rare form. This was her familiar territory, and even though she was waddling instead of her usual graceful strides, she did not allow it to stop her.
She was everywhere. To her shocked surprise, professional performers had been included in the package. There was gambling at the casino, with his family losing big and then winning it back.
The food was sumptuous, the music loud. They made port at the Bahamas, and they went shopping. They also stopped at the Cayman Islands, places she had been before, but never as a tourist.
