Chapter 11
CHAPTER 11
ROYCE
MAY
SEVEN AND A HALF MONTHS PREGNANT
‘So what do you think? You think the girls will go for it?” I ask this question to Jake because right now we are getting fitted for our suits to take the girls to their senior prom, but we both get the feeling neither of them really want to go but feel they have to. Jake and I on the other hand want to take them to Vegas and get married. We are both anxious to tie them to us not only with a baby, but in name and this is the way.
“I don’t know bro. I mean they are at the store right now finding their dresses.” It’s true, but I really think they will go for it. I know Mari loves me and she wants the life I envision for us. I just want it much sooner than she thinks. “Well maybe we could take them for the first half of prom and then leave and go.”
“How does that feel?” the tailor asks me with a pin in his mouth. I look at myself in the mirror and no matter about the suit, I see a man in love and ready for the next phase.
Anyway I turn toward Jake and continue the conversation. “That sounds okay but the other option we have to think about is finding tickets at the last minute.” I have been so focused on just getting her there that transportation has eluded me.
“Oh dude I think I have that covered.” Looking at him I am intrigued but he says nothing else, and you know what, if it helps me make Mari my wife, I don’t really care.
“Hey, did you guys ever find a place?” We are in this awesome building in Hartford, which is 41 minutes from Norwich, and it makes a little hectic everyday trying to wake up, stay out of Mari’s pussy and get her to school before getting myself to work but it is worth it to make sure she is safe, and it is closer to my college so I can go in when we have hands on training. Jake and Mila have been staying with us but we both agree we all need to have our own.
“As a matter of fact we did. We got lucky. Another one of the apartments in your building became available. Mila was so happy she wanted to tell Mari herself.” That makes me happy because when I am at work, I always worry about her being alone.
“Hell yeah!” I put my hand up and he smacks it.
“Tell me about it. Now I don't have to worry about Mila while I am training and working.” It's nice to have someone as obsessed with his girl as I am about mine. I don’t have to explain my thinking and actions because nine times out of ten, he is more extreme. We won’t even get into the lengths he went to have Mila.
“Alright so are we doing this?” I ask. He doesn’t answer right away so I turn and see him texting on his phone. He looks very intense. Deciding to mind my own business, I finish putting my shoes on and grab my wallet. “Hey, I’m going to head out.” I tell him, thinking about getting home before Mari. I walk out the door not worried about him responding when he comes running after me.
“Wait up man. Sorry about that. I was securing our ride to Vegas.” His smile is a mile wide, and I wait for him to spill. When he says nothing else, I have to ask. “Is it legal?” He looks at me like I have lost my mind.
“What the fuck kind of question is that?” he deadpans. I know he’s right he would never put Mila in danger but shit, I have a right to know.
“Well tell me something asshole.”
“Last year, a woman named Maria and her sister-in-law Ginger, and their two kids Matilde and Tesoro were on their way to Connecticut for the debut of a new artist. Maria said she decided to drive herself. Well they caught a flat. My dad’s shop was closed, and I was coming off a twelve-hour shift because two of our mechanics called off.
She was calling around to shops asking for help, but none showed up. I could hear the desperation in her voice when she called ours and I heard the little girls. I went and towed their car, bringing all of them back to the shop. She recognized we were closed and thanked me.”
“I still don’t understand.” I tell him, waiting for the part of the story that answers my question.
“She called her husband and told him how I was taking care of them and how sweet I was on account of me giving them some snacks and the girls my deck of Uno cards to entertain them. When he asked to speak to me, he thanked me and told me he owed me. I tried to refuse but he wouldn’t hear of it and that is when he told who he was. Alberto Vitali.” My head jerks back. Everyone knows who he is. He is a prolific mob boss.
“Holy shit. You have a favor from a Vitali?” My head is spinning right now. Vitali’s are widely known but mostly as hitmen.
“Yeah I know. I told myself I would forget about it. That is one debt you might want to forget about but for our girls, I gladly texted him and asked if we could use his jet for a day or two.” My initial reaction is to say hell no, but then my mind goes to Mari and how much she would love this, and I find myself agreeing.
“Fuck. Do it before I change my mind.” Nodding, he walks away from me to confirm. Standing there, I can’t help but picture how beautiful she is going to look waiting for me at the altar with Elvis. How fucking sexy she is going to look with nothing but my ring on her finger. Shit. My cock is waking up just thinking about it.
“Well it’s done,” he says, bringing me back to the now. He will send a car to bring us to one of his airstrips at nine. Now let’s just hope the girls are ready for it.
Driving back to the apartment, I ask Jacob if he needs to stop anywhere but he declines. We both agree that the girls are going to come back soon.
Once we get to the apartment, he and I begin trying to come up with our argument when the door opens, and they both walk in. Mari notices the bags first. I hear her lean towards Mila and whisper, ““Do you know what is going on?” Mila is shaking her head with a confused look on her face.
“Not even a little bit.”
“Shit. You both were not supposed to be back yet. Where are your bags?” Jake asks, walking towards Mila.
“We had a run in with the sister of Mari’s ex and we just wanted to come right home.” Hearing that sends my protective instincts in overdrive. I walk straight to her and start checking her over.
“Are you okay baby? Did she do anything to you?”
“Calm down Royce. I’m fine. She just caught me off guard.” Nodding, I pull her into my arms and hold her reminding myself that she is safe and alright.
“Why didn’t you call me, Mila? I would have come to get you both,” Jake asks her.
“Same here,” I chime in.
“We know. We just wanted to get out of there and get home to you two.” Mila begins to cry, and Jake immediately backtracks and apologizes for being upset. Sucker.
“Fuck baby, I’m sorry. I’m not mad at you, just worried. Please stop crying, you know how it fucks with me.” She buries her head in his chest and nods. I don’t miss the grin she shoots Mari, and I chuckle to myself. These damn girls got us by the balls, but you know what, I don't give a shit. I will give her anything she asks for.
“Well if you want to make it up to us, we would like to skip the prom. Neither of us want to go. We just want to be with you two, have a movie marathon and eat junk food.” Mari says. Jake and I look at one another and smile because this couldn’t have worked out any better.
“That is actually perfect because we were not planning to take you to the dance anyway,” I say, chuckling.
Without elaborating Jake speaks. “How about you ladies pack a weekend bag and come with us?'' He holds his hand out to Mila, and she smiles.
We tell them to pack dresses. Fancy ones which raise their eyebrows, but they do as we ask. I might have whispered in Mari’s ear to bring some of that lingerie I bought her last month. Her face blushed before she walked to the back with Mila.
Thirty minutes later we are on the plane flying to our future. The girls have no idea where we are headed but I don't think they care. They are more excited about the snack bar that apparently has all the things a pregnant woman needs.
“This is amazing,” Mila says, kissing Jake on his cheek.
“How did you do this?” Mari asks. I point to Jake.
“It was all him.” The girls turn to look at him and he glares at me.
“Ladies, I think it is best you don’t know. Okay?” Mila stares at him for a moment before she nods her head.
“Well however you did it, thank you so much. But, are you going to tell us where we are going?” Right as Mari asks, Mila gasps.
“Holy shit. We’re in Vegas!” She turns towards Jake and Mari looks at me. Jake and I exchange glances before I let the girls in on what’s going on.
“We are here to get married.” Mari looks at me in disbelief.
“I love you so much, Mila. I don’t want to wait to make you my wife.” Jake holds Mila’s face. I look at my woman and she has tears in her eyes.
“Is this for real, Royce?” Nodding, I reach into my pocket and pull out the box I have been holding since I started looking for her.
“It’s real baby. As real as my daughter in your belly. Give me your hand.” Face all flush and wet she holds out her hand and I slide the two-carat cushion cut on her finger. “You’re marrying me today. When we go back home, you are going to be my wife.” She giggles and wipes her gorgeous face.
“Then what are we waiting for?” she asks before throwing herself into my arms.
The wedding was quick and memorable. Especially watching my wife walking to me side by side with her best friend. Now that it is over, we are all on our way to our separate hotel rooms. The minute the door closes I am on her, taking off her dress with her against the door.
“Shit. You have no idea how long I have been waiting for this,” I tell her, carrying her to the bedroom. Laying her on the bed, I lick my lips seeing her in the silk slip she wore under her dress. “Did you follow my instructions?” She knows what I am asking. “Show me. Show me how much of a good girl you can be.” I have no idea how she can still be so shy after all I have done to her, but I love it.
“Royce,” she whispers, her eyes hooded and begging. She loves when I undress her, but tonight, I want her to present herself to me. When I don't move she gets the message. I watch her lift the slip over her head and before me is her swollen belly and the rest of her covered in the black lace bra and panties I bought her last month.
Unable to speak, I wipe my hands down my face and exhale. “God, you look like a Goddess with my daughter in your belly and those rosy swollen nipples barely hidden behind lace. The sexiest fucking good girl I have ever seen. You’re my gift Mari. My gift for knowing what I wanted and making it happen. Now, lay down and let me unwrap you.”