The Accardi Twins: A Mafia Romance Duet

Gia

“Fuck. Me.” Joshua’s eyes are out on stalks when I emerge from the en suite bathroom dressed in the sexy white silk and lace bra and thong set I bought for my wedding night.

“That’s the plan, husband,” I purr, sashaying my hips as I slowly walk toward him. Liquid warmth floods my core as my gaze drinks him in. My man is completely naked, lying seductively on the bed with his back against the headboard. Every dip and curve of his broad chest and toned abs looks painted on, but it doesn’t compare to the hard muscle between his thighs or the way my husband is slowly stroking his hard-on while licking his lips and devouring me with his eyes.

“How did I get so lucky?” he asks, grabbing my hips when I reach the bed and hauling me up and onto his lap.

“Funny, I was just going to ask the same thing.”

“I love you,” he says before laying his cheek against my stomach and hugging me. “Daddy loves you too, baby,” he whispers. Emotion swells my chest as I look down at my big, strong mafioso don husband worshipping my stomach and the new life nurtured inside it. “I have never felt this happy, Gia, and it’s all because of you.”

My fingers glide into his thick dark-blond hair, stroking softly as I struggle to verbalize everything I’m feeling. “You have stolen the words right out of my mouth. I will love you for eternity, Joshua. Thank you for giving me the most amazing life. For giving me a piece of you,” I add, placing one hand on the side of my stomach.

He lifts his head, piercing me with his gorgeous blue eyes. I hope our baby inherits them. “I want lots of babies with you.”

This isn’t exactly news to me, but we’ve never gotten into specifics before. I arch a manicured brow. “Define lots.”

His fingers slide up my back. “As many as you’re willing to give me, darling.”

My inner teenage girl silently squeals every time he calls me darling or honey or sweetie or baby. My husband is so romantic, and it never fails to melt my heart. “Let’s deliver this one first, and then we can negotiate,” I tease.

Joshua unclips my bra and drags the straps down my arms before tossing it aside. “Deal,” he says, pressing a soft kiss to each breast. My nipples are taut and practically waving at him. He cups my boobs in his large hands, his eyes widening slightly. “These are definitely bigger.”

“I know.” I throw my head back as he gently sucks one nipple into his mouth. “Typical I get a breast reduction only for them to grow big again with pregnancy.”

“It’s natural, and they’ll go back to normal after.”

I hope they do, but I’m skeptical having already researched it online. Anyway, I don’t care right now. Nothing could deflect the high I’m feeling today and every day since I discovered I have a bun in the oven.

I can’t wait to have Joshua’s baby.

He gently sucks on my breast, and a moan flees my mouth as I grind on top of him. His hard length is hot against my skimpy thong, and I’m leaking desire when he’s barely touched me. I’m desperate for him. I always am, but these past few weeks, I’ve been like a sex addict, jumping him any chance I could. When I realized I was pregnant, it made sense, but for a while there, I was genuinely starting to worry about myself.

I’m addicted to the feel of Joshua inside me, and I can’t wait a second longer. Pulling my thong to one side, I line my pussy up with his cock and sink onto him.

“Fuck,” J hisses as I seat myself fully on him. “So much for my plans.”

“Plans?” I whimper, closing my eyes and savoring the fullness inside me as I gyrate on top of my husband.

“Yes, plans. Sexy plans,” he adds, grabbing my hips and thrusting up inside me.

My eyes pop open, and my gaze drifts to the bedside table, only now spotting the silk ties, blindfold, bowl of chopped strawberries, bottle of champagne, and jar of…chocolate body paint. “Oh, plans.”

“Yes.” He nips at the skin under my breasts as he ruts up into me.

I bounce up and down on him, meeting his thrusts as we find a nice rhythm. “You’re such a kinky, romantic bastard,” I quip, remembering how I’d welled up when we first walked into the bedroom and I noticed the red rose petals on the bed and the seductive scents wafting through the air from copious diffusers and candles lit around the room.

“I’ll have to rework the plans a little.” He boops me on the nose. “No champagne for my baby mama, but I can improvise.” His eyes flare with heat, and my pussy hugs him tight.

“Yes, baby. Fuck. Just like that.” Joshua slams up inside me before tugging my mouth to his. We kiss, grope, and moan as we fuck, and a familiar blossoming warmth builds in my core.

“I’m close, babe,” I say in a breathy tone, shrieking when my husband flips me onto my back.

“Together, darling.” He pushes my knees back to my chest and picks up his speed, rutting into me in strong strokes as his fingers find my clit and start rubbing. I hold on to him as he fucks me into the mattress, screaming at the top of my lungs as my climax rushes through me like a freight train. J follows me over the ledge, shouting my name as he spills his hot seed inside me. “God, I love you,” he says, cocooning me in his body as we come down from our mutual high.

“Ditto.” Turning on my side, I cradle his gorgeous face in my hands. “You are so fucking beautiful, Joshua. I hope our baby looks exactly like you.”

“I want a little girl who looks exactly like you though I’ll be happy with a boy too. As long as they are healthy.”

Our hands move together to my stomach. “I still can’t believe we made a baby,” I whisper. “It’s like a dream.”

“The best dream ever.”

“Yes.”

We stare at one another like goobers, holding my stomach as we kiss. His hard cock prods against my side, and I nuzzle my nose in his neck, grinning as I say, “About these plans.”

Joshua has me flat on my back, thong stripped off and legs spread in record time. “You trust me?” he asks, reaching for the nightstand.

“With my life.”

“Then close your eyes.”

I do as I’m told. Excitement filters into my veins as he covers my eyes with the blindfold and then stretches my arms over my head, tying them loosely to the headboard with the silk ties. “Does that feel okay?” he asks.

“I’m good.”

“You’re perfect.”

I smile, jumping a little when his hands sweep across my collarbone and lower. “Relax, honey. Let me take care of you.” Every brush of his fingers, every tender caress, ignites the fire inside me. J takes his time caressing every inch of me. The bed dips as he moves between my legs, and the biggest moan rips from my lips when his tongue lands on my pussy. I’m writhing and whimpering as he licks my slit and sucks on my clit. “This might be a little cold,” he says before coating my bare pussy in chocolate body paint.

“Oh my god,” I whisper when he pushes a couple of strawberries up inside me.

My back arches off the bed as he literally eats my pussy. My thighs straddle his face as he devours me, and it’s no surprise when he effortlessly pulls another orgasm from me.

“Chocolate strawberry cunt is my new favorite flavor,” he claims, crawling his way up my body. “Taste,” he says before kissing me deeply, stroking the inside of my mouth with his tongue, ensuring I savor it all. “I’m addicted to you, Gia,” he says, lifting off me. “I can’t get enough.”

“Trust me, the feeling is more than mutual.”

“I’m going to paint your tits now,” he warns before dropping a dollop of the chocolate onto my chest. Using his fingers, he swirls it all over my boobs and my stomach before adding strawberry pieces on top. “Lick me clean,” he instructs, thrusting his chocolate-covered fingers into my mouth.

I suck every morsel of chocolate and strawberry juice off his fingers.

“Fuck, you look amazing.” The bed moves as he gets up, and a few seconds later, there’s a loud pop as he uncorks the champagne. “This will be messy, but I don’t fucking care.”

I tingle all over as he slowly dribbles champagne over my body.

My flesh is on fire as he cleans me up with his tongue. My pussy is pulsing and dripping desire as my husband licks champagne, chocolate, and strawberries off my naked body.

“Joshua,” I plead, bucking my hips. “I need you.”

“I’ve got you, darling. Always.”

Parting my thighs, he slides into my slick warmth with one firm thrust, and everything is right with my world again. I cling to Joshua as he carefully makes love to me. My sticky skin suctions to his chest as he rocks my world, one confident stroke after another.

Sometime later, as we clean up in the tub while some poor lady from the housekeeping team remakes our bed, I think if this is how pregnancy is, sign me up for a whole football team of kids.

Joshua

This scene is in the hospital as Gia prepares to give birth.

“J, you need to chill. You’re freaking me out,” Gia says. My wife looks exhausted, but even with damp strands of blonde hair stuck to her pale, sweaty brow, she is still the most beautiful woman in the world. She’s a freaking superstar. We’ve been in the delivery room for almost twenty-four hours, and our baby is still resisting entry to the world.

“Are you sure everything is okay?” I ask the midwife for the umpteenth time as I rub my wife’s tense shoulders.

“Everything is good.” The older woman smiles patiently at me.

“Does it usually take this long?” I chew on the corner of my mouth as fear creeps up my throat again. Gia’s pregnancy has been smooth sailing the whole way along, and now I’m terrified something will go wrong at the last minute.

“Babies come out in their own time, and every labor is different. Try not to worry, Mr. Accardi. A calm husband equals a calm wife, and it’s important Gia is as relaxed as possible.”

“I’m sorry.” I flop into the chair beside my wife. “I’m a natural worrier. Gia is the one who keeps me calm, not the other way around.”

“That’s not true,” Gia says in between panting. “We’re both good at calming one another when the need arises.”

“You’re amazing.” I lift her hand and kiss her knuckles. “I’ve always known it, but seeing you now? You’re incredible. So strong. So brave.” I lean in and kiss her brow. “I love you so much, Gia.”

“I love you too.”

“You are such a lovely couple. This is one lucky baby.” The midwife smiles at us from between my wife’s legs, and it’s just all wrong.

“Agh!” Gia cries out, panting more heavily. Visible waves ripple across her stomach, and I wish I could do this for her. I know she’s so tired. I wish I could take the pain.

“Okay, I think we’re ready now,” the midwife says. “Deep breathing, Gia, and when you feel the urge to push, push with all your might.”

I hold my wife as she pushes through, and forty minutes later, our little daughter finally makes her introduction to the world. The midwife places her on Gia’s bare chest for a few seconds.

“She’s so beautiful, J.” Silent tears stream down Gia’s face as she cradles our daughter, and I hold them both, completely and utterly in love with both the ladies in my life.

“Of course, she is. She looks just like you.” A fine layer of wispy blonde hair coats her head as she snuggles against her mom’s breast.

“Not yet, little one.” A nurse takes our girl to clean her up and conduct a few checks. I dot kisses all over Gia’s face as the midwife attends to delivery of the placenta. When the nurse returns, she hands our baby to me while they stitch Gia up. My daughter is swaddled in a soft blanket that is white with a blue-and-pink-striped design, and she looks utterly adorable. My heart mushrooms behind my chest walls, the organ instantly consumed with an abundance of love for my beautiful little princess.

I stare at her in awe as her lower lip wobbles, and she lets out a healthy roar. Tears blur my vision as I rock her gently, shushing her and whispering how much I love her. The enormity of the responsibility hits me fully. She’s tiny and completely reliant on Gia and me to take care of all her needs. It’s scary, and I really hope I don’t fuck it up.

When Gia is cleaned up, the midwife places our daughter on her breast and explains the mechanics of breastfeeding to my wife. I stroke Gia’s arm, her hair, and her face as our daughter feeds and then sleeps.

When Gia is dressed and feeling more comfortable, I head to the private waiting room to break the news. We just have our immediate family here. We’ll call other family and friends later and stagger visiting times. I don’t want Gia to be overwhelmed, and she needs to rest.

Mom rushes toward me. “Well?”

Leo, Frankie, Rico, Antonio, Cosimo, Marco, Rosa, and Leif gather around. Caleb wraps his arms around a heavily pregnant Elisa after helping her to her feet. Lucky we have a private suite with an extra guest room so my sister-in-law was able to rest and get some sleep while her best friend was in labor. It’s only eight days until her due date, so it’ll be their turn next.

“We have a daughter,” I confirm, smiling at everyone. “Chiara Natalia Accardi.” Gia and I picked out names in advance, but we hadn’t told anyone but Caleb and Elisa. Mom looks like she’s going to burst with pride. We’ve already decided our next kid’s middle name will be Frankie. “She’s a healthy eight pounds five ounces. Mom and baby are doing good. You can come say hi now.”

There’s a virtual stampede to the room, and I hold back as everyone hugs Gia and congratulates her. The grandmas are already fighting over holding Chiara.

“Congrats, brother.” Caleb pulls me into a hug. “She’s a little beauty.”

“I’m a dad,” I blurt. “It still feels surreal.”

“How was it?” he asks.

“Tough. Seeing Gia go through that was hard, but I’m in awe of her strength.”

“I can’t wait. I’m dying to meet my kid, and Lili is so uncomfortable now, and she just wants the baby to come.”

“The last few weeks were hard for sure,” I say. “But?—”

“Caleb!” Elisa screams my twin’s name, and everyone turns to look at where she’s standing. A large pool of liquid spreads out around her feet, and her pretty face is a picture of shocked excitement as she stares at her husband. “My water just broke.”

Caleb

“Get a nurse, Leo,” Mom says, instantly taking charge. Her eyes pin me in place. “Call your midwife, Caleb.”

I’m in a bit of a daze as I look between my wife, the evidence of her imminent labor on the floor, and my mom.

“Let me,” Joshua says, giving me a nudge toward Elisa. “I have her number.” He grips my arms. “Caleb. Go to Elisa. She needs you.”

I snap out of it and walk over to my wife, lifting her over the mess on the floor and helping her into a chair. “How do you feel?”

“Fine.”

“Any contractions or pain yet?”

She shakes her head. “None yet.” Her eyes light up. “This feels like fate, doesn’t it? If I have a quick labor, our baby could be born the same day as his cousin. How cool would that be?”

“It’d be like twins really.”

“I know.”

I survey my wife’s flushed face and glowing eyes. There isn’t a hint of anxiety or fear. “You’re not afraid?”

“What? No.” She vigorously shakes her head. “I’m so ready to meet our baby, Caleb. And I’m not scared of the pain. Not when the reward will be more than worth it.”

I press my lips to hers. “You never cease to amaze me, my love.” I bundle her in my arms. “Especially when I’m fucking terrified. J said it was hard watching Gia in pain. I’m afraid I might punch the midwife.”

Elisa giggles, snuggling closer in my arms. “No, you won’t. I have faith in you.”

That’s more than I can say.

“Is she okay?” Marco asks his mother while staring at the puddle and then Elisa with a horrified look.

“Elisa is fine, sweetheart.” Frankie reassures her fourteen-year-old son. “This is a normal part of having a baby.”

He visibly shudders, and I chuckle. I think I’d have had the same reaction at his age.

The nurse comes in after a few minutes, and we’re taken into a private examination room. She has the midwife on the phone as she examines Elisa, confirming we’re not in labor yet, but if it doesn’t start naturally within twenty-four hours, they will induce Lili. We have a choice to go home or stay here, and we opt to stay. Gia will be staying overnight, which means my twin will be close, and right now, I’m feeling out of my depth, and I need him.

The Bianchis go home, taking Rosa and Leif with them. My little sister and brother have been at the hospital a long time, and they’re both tired. I promise to call them closer to the time so they can be here when Lili gives birth. Mom and Dad leave for a bit to head to their Manhattan apartment to have showers and clean up. Elisa calls her parents, and we’re grateful they made the decision to travel from Vegas last week. Serena wanted to be around in case this very thing happened. They arrive a couple of hours later with her siblings—Aria, Romeo, and Will.

“Douche.” Romeo greets me with his usual scowl.

“Nerd.” I offer my standard retort.

Then we crack up laughing, and he slaps me on the back. “This is exciting.”

“Try terrifying.”

“Pussy.”

“At least I’m not a nerd.”

Romeo shoves up his middle finger, and Serena rolls her eyes. She’s used to the pair of us by now.

“How are you doing, Caleb?” my mother-in-law asks.

“Nervous but excited.”

“Same.” She rubs my arm soothingly. “Lili doesn’t share our sentiments. I’ve never seen any woman so relaxed just before giving birth.”

“It’s her superpower.” I’m only half joking.

“I’m glad you managed to get the house finished in time and the nursery set up.”

“We have Ben to thank for that. He really came through for us.”

“You’re family,” Mom says, appearing at my side. “Your uncle would move mountains for you and your twin if needed.”

“Absolutely,” Serena agrees. “My brother-in-law is a good man.”

“All our men are good men,” Mom says.

“Don’t you know it.” Dad circles his arms around her from behind and kisses her cheek. “We brought food. It’s set up in the other room if you want anything.”

“I’m not hungry.”

“You should eat. You’ll need to keep your strength up too.”

A few hours later, Elisa is finally in established labor. She’s a trooper, just like I knew she would be, barely complaining about the pain. I’ve heard horror stories of woman screaming their lungs out and cursing their men, but my wife smiles through it all even when she’s gripping my hand tight as she rides out another painful contraction.

It all moves quite quickly, and before I know it, it’s time to push. The midwife calls to me to look, and I’m torn between comforting my wife and watching my child enter the world. “Go check on our baby,” Elisa pants, gritting her teeth in between contractions.

Watching my son being delivered is the most amazing moment of my life. I burst out crying when the midwife hands him to me. “Place him on your wife’s chest, Caleb. It will help to settle your son.”

“Welcome to the world, Niccolo. I love you, buddy.” I kiss his head before handing him off to Elisa. It’s a struggle parting with him because I’m already greedy.

“Hello, my beautiful boy. I’m your momma, and I love you so much.” Elisa beams at me as she cradles our son, her features softening as she watches me swipe at the hot tears still coursing out of my eyes. “Come here, you big softie.” She opens her arm, and I snuggle with my family.

After Elisa and our son are checked out and cleaned up, we call the family in. Everyone gushes over our boy. “Meet your grandson,” Lili says, passing our babe to her dad. “Niccolo Alessandro Accardi.”

Alesso fights tears as he coos over him, and my respect for him only increases.

After everyone has gone and both mothers and babies are asleep, J and I dip out to a local bar to meet up with our friends for a quick drink. Neither of us want to leave our families for long, so it will be a short visit.

“Welcome to fatherhood.” Cristian clinks his glass against mine. “It’s the best thing in the world.”

“I’ll second that,” Joshua says, wrapping his arm around me as we all raise our glasses in a toast.

“To Niccolo and Chiara.” We knock back our drinks, and conversation is casual around the table, yet my twin looks deep in thought.

“What are you thinking?” I ask.

His lips kick up at the corners. “How quickly do you think you guys will be ready to go again?”