"What took you so long to get to me?" Othello asked, watching his lips and waiting for Des to open his eyes and catch his breath.
"Sorry for the delay," he responded breathily.
He smiled, leaning back, and gently pinched his chin. "It's okay; it just means I'll punish you later." He chuckled when Des's face turned as red as his tie.
"Do you plan on holding the man hostage all night long?" Maria said, and he could hear a slight chuckle in her voice.
"You know," Iago said next to him, "you could have just told me he was with you and not let me speculate."
Othello looked at his brother, grinning. "What would be the fun in that?"
Iago rolled his eyes, chuckling. "Asshole."
"Iago," Maria admonished softly.
"Sorry, Mama."
Othello was about to speak when he heard a throat clearing. He looked up, noticing that Cassio was still standing there.
"Underboss Ricci, pardon my son," Maria said. "As you can see, he forgets himself when he is with his lover."
"You have nothing to apologize for, Lady Maria." Ricci smiled, making Maria giggle like a young schoolgirl. However, despite his complimentary words, Othello could see the tension coming off Maria's body in waves.
"Yes," Othello said, looking at Cassio. "Pardon my rudeness."
"I don't blame you." His eyes drifted to Des, who was in his arms. "If I were you, I wouldn't let him out of my sight even for a minute." He looked at Othello daringly. "Who knows, someone might try to steal him away. We wouldn't want that to happen again."
Othello smiled, even though he wanted to punch the man's face or put a bullet between his eyes. His arm tightened around Des, and he felt his possessive nature take over. "I doubt that would happen. Unlike most, Des is not easily swayed."
"I have no idea what you two are talking about, but I'd rather you not involve me. And I'd rather you both not talk about me as if I'm an object," Des added just as Cassio spoke.
"We shall see," Cassio said, then turned his attention to Maria and Alessandro. "Boss Greco and Ricci send their regards,congratulations, and gifts for being unable to attend the festivities. They had to attend a business meeting."
"It's quite alright, and thank your bosses for me," Alessandro said.
He nodded and then looked at Othello and Des before walking away.
"You're going to have to watch your back and protect your guy," Iago whispered in Othello's ear. "You don't want him seducing the doc like he did Phillip."
That shit won't happen again,Othello mentally vowed. He wasn't sure what the future held for him and Des, but he'd kill Cassio first before the man had a chance with Des.
"Are you going to hold the doctor all night or introduce him to the family," Alessandro said.
"Don't you already know him?" Othello grumbled.
"As your doctor, not as your lover," Maria said. "Now, use some of the manners I taught you."
"Yes, Mama." He smiled, taking Des's hand and leading him over to his parents, then Iago, and lastly, Emilia, who Des seemed interested in. He would have been jealous if he didn't know how much his lover liked riding his cock and screaming his name.
He watched and listened to Des talk to Emilia about her pregnancy. He didn't know if his lover realized it, but he was using the concerned doctor's voice. Sometime during the festivities, during the speeches and dancing, Des disappeared and quickly returned with a large glass of ice, which he handed to Emilia before coming to Othello.
"I don't want to alarm anyone, but Emilia is going into labor. She's been having contractions fifteen minutes apart. She thought it was Braxton-Hicks, but her contractions are now ten minutes apart. I've already called the hospital and told them we're on our way."
Othello listened and didn't overreact because Des explained everything calmly. In a split second, he knew what had made him a good doctor.
"Othello, did you hear me?" he asked sternly.
"Um...yes."
