Epilogue #2
He’s right. The baby loves to play football with my bladder, and laughing too hard has led to a few accidents. But it’s all part of the joys of pregnancy, and as Fina likes to remind me, it’s twice as bad with twins.
I shudder at the thought of carrying two monster babies.
Luka orders his pizza and then turns to me.
“I have some news.”
“News?” I grab a third slice of pizza and take a huge bite. Damn, Carloni’s pizza is the best.
“Yeah. They offered me the lead in Moonlight Cove. My agent called when I was on my way here.”
My mouth falls open in surprise. None of us expected he’d get the role. It’s a big step up from a daytime soap, but after winning an award for his part in a harrowing plot arc involving a hostage situation, we hoped he might be at least short-listed.
Moonlight Cove is an adaptation of a best-selling romance, with a famous actress in the frame for the other main part. This movie could be Luka’s breakout role. He’s already famous with millions of online followers, but if this movie is a success, it will lead to more serious roles.
I burst into tears, which is embarrassing. But that’s pregnancy for you: a rollercoaster of emotions, most of which make no fucking sense.
“I’m so happy for you,” I sob. “You deserve this.”
“I couldn’t have done it without you,” he tells me while wiping my tears away with a napkin. Angelo slaps his arm while Kane nods. They’re proud of how far he’s come. We all are.
“You did this all on your own,” I remind him.
He put the hard work in attending acting classes every week and working his ass off when he scored small parts.
Plenty of people didn’t believe he could successfully transition from influencer to actor, but he’s proved them all wrong, and I’m so proud of him.
Then the penny drops and I gasp.
“But what’s going to happen to Doctor Delicious?”
“If I accept, then the writers will kill off my character.”
“You better tell me how when you get the script.”
“Cupcake, you know I can’t.” Is he for real?
“Fine,” I snap. “Then I guess you’ll have to wait until the episode airs to get laid!”
Kane bursts out laughing while Angelo smirks. They know damn well it’s never going to happen, but Luka is horrified.
“Don’t be cruel, peaches!”
But I’m resolute. “You spill the details or no sex. That’s the deal, baby.”
“But…but…” He slides his hand up my leg, but I slap it away.
“Nope. I will not be swayed.” He sighs.
“Fine. I’ll tell you when I find out. But you can’t tell Fina!”
I nod my head and pretend to zip my lips. “Of course, baby."
Once again, Kane snorts. He knows Fina will prize the information from me the minute I find out.
I suspect she had a leading role in the Spanish Inquisition in a previous life because she always forces me to tell her what plot lines are coming.
Like me, she’s addicted to the drama of All Saints General.
Luka and I are lying by the pool, soaking up the sun while snacking on melon. Angelo went back to the office after a long lunch, and Kane left to meet with the head of security at the new hotel development.
The new casino hotel opens in three weeks. There’s still a ton of work to do, but I’m excited about the gala we have planned, as one of my favorite singers is headlining the show.
Thea has promised to come for the weekend, along with Eden. We’re planning a girls’ night. I can’t drink, but it will still be fun.
My last blowout before the baby comes.
I really should be packing right now, but aside from a few bikinis, what do I need to take to the beach? Precisely. Nothing.
Lucia is at kindergarten and won’t be home for a couple of hours, so this is my time to relax before chaos resumes.
“Feel like being naughty, cupcake?” When I turn to face Luka, his heated gaze slides over my swollen boobs barely contained in the tiny bikini I’m wearing. There’s nobody around, but Angelo gets annoyed when I sunbathe topless.
“What did you have in mind?” I pop a chunk of melon into my mouth, not caring when melon juice drips down my chin.
“I figured we could put on a show for the camera. Angelo will be busy on his Zoom meeting now, and we both know he’ll have the camera feed up on his phone.”
I glance up at the camera and smirk.
“Are you suggesting I remove my bikini so you can worship my body?” I sink my teeth into my lip and flutter my eyelashes. From the tent in his shorts, he’s already mentally undressing me.
“I’m suggesting I worship your delicious as fuck tits before eating you out, cupcake. Does that sound good?”
“Damn, yeah.” I don’t need asking twice, and Luka is more than happy to worship every bit of my body. He loves my pregnant body, and especially my engorged breasts. They all do.
One minute later, my bikini is floating in the pool while Luka lies between my legs and I climb the stairway to heaven. The camera winks accusingly at us, and before long, my phone vibrates with an incoming call.
Of course, I don’t answer because I’m too busy coming.
“Angelo’s not happy,” I finally gasp as the aftershocks fade and Luka moves to pull his shorts off.
“How can you tell?” he asks, grinning.
“Because he’s rage-calling you again.”
I wave at the camera and blow my angry husband a kiss. Once his meeting ends, he’ll want to punish me.
And I can’t wait.
The end.