Epilogue
DARIO
FOURTEEN MONTHS LATER
“ O kay, so since we’ve got you all together, there’s a little announcement we want to make.” Madalina scoops Carlotta off the floor and places her in my arms. Then she quickly catches up with Isabella. It was my wife's idea to name the girls after our mothers and the wide smiles on both their faces remind me every day of my own.
All four of us now stand in front of Lorna, Serena, Nic, and Vito, ready to tell them our news.
“You’re pregnant.” Serena claps her hands together with joy.
“Oh God, no!” I shake my head firmly. I may have enjoyed every second of my wife’s pregnancy, but the labor part was enough for me to appreciate the sacrifices she had to make for it. I’ve never been more scared in my life and I would never expect her to go through that Hell again.
“But we are renewing our wedding vows,” Madalina announces, practically bouncing on her toes with excitement .
“Do I actually get to come to this one?” Lorna takes a swipe as Greta steps into the room on cue with a tray of champagne.
“You’re my matron of honor.” Madalina takes a glass and hands it to her friend.
“I think that’s a great idea.” Serena takes Isabella out of Madalina's arms and when I offer my wife a glass for herself, she’s far too distracted to take it.
“We want to write our own vows, and have all the people there that matter to us,” she explains, wrapping her arms around my torso and looking up with those big, adoring eyes that I still don’t feel worthy of.
“Good luck with that, DeMarco.” Nic sniggers under his breath as he knocks back his glass.
“Hey, I’ll have you know, my husband can be very sweet with his words when he wants to be,” my wife defends me and I smirk back at the prick as my daughter tries to climb from her grandmother's arms to get to him.
“Come here, trouble.” He places his empty glass back on the tray and takes her. The affection I see in his eyes reminds me that that little prick and myself share something in common. Both of us would die to protect this family.
“So, when are we having this wedding?” Lorna slides onto the floor so she can build a brick house with Carlotta.
“Next month.” Madalina’s answer doesn’t just shock the rest of the room, it shocks me too.
“Not long to plan then.” Serena takes a long swig from her flute.
“We aren’t having a big thing, just a few close friends and family. It’s going to be intimate and perfect.” She stares back at me and the smile she’s wearing reminds me why I came up with the idea to propose to her in the first place.
Things may have turned out well for us, but I’d gotten a lot of things wrong in the process. Madalina deserved that drop-to-the-knee moment, and she deserves to be in love with the man she walks down the aisle to.
“Well, here’s to the happy couple.” Vito raises his glass, looking pleased for us.
“To the happy couple,” everyone agrees.
“She’s got my father’s nose.” Madalina strokes her hand over Isabella’s head as she sleeps.
“Don’t say that, she’s perfect.” I frown at her as I reach over the crib and place a delicate kiss against her soft, blonde curls.
“And this one…” Madalina turns to admire our other little princess. “She is definitely getting your temper.”
“What are you talking about?” I chuckle to myself.
“Did you not see her throw that brick at Nic when he knocked down her and Lorna’s tower?”
“You can’t blame her for that, I’d throw a brick at Nic too, if you’d let me.”
“Don’t be awful.” She tries not to laugh as she swats me on the chest. “I’ve noticed you two are getting on better, lately.”
“I’m not the only one who’s been getting on better with him. Are you picking up on a vibe between Lorna and him?”
“Lorna? Don’t be ridiculous, she hates him.”
“Okay, but don’t say I didn’t warn you.” I kiss Carlotta’s cheek before sweeping my wife off her feet and carrying her out of the nursery, toward our room.
“Everyone seemed excited about the renewal.” She beams as I place her on the bed and start to loosen my tie.
“Hmmm, about that.” I watch her shimmy out of the dress she’s wearing as I unbutton my shirt. “Don’t you think a month is a bit soon?” I kick off my shoes and sit on the bed so I can drag the socks off my feet.
“Are you getting cold feet?” She stands in front of me wearing just her underwear and it distracts me completely from the point I was trying to make.
“I was just thinking it’s a lot for you to be planning in such a short time. The girls keep you busy and I’m a very demanding husband.” I place my hands on her hips and drag her body closer to mine. Then show her just how demanding, when I open my slacks and free my cock.
“I’m sure I’ll manage.” She crawls onto my body but before she can push me back onto the mattress, I flip us so she’s the one on her back.
When she was pregnant I used to let her take control for fear of hurting her, but these days I’m the one who gets to do all the teasing. I start by kissing her neck as my cock rests hard and ready against her panties
“Besides, we can’t leave it too late. I want Paulo to make my wedding gown and I don’t want to be showing.”
I pull back my head when I hear what she said, and the mischievous smile that’s on her face tells me I haven’t heard her wrong.
“Showing?” I stare back at her suspiciously.
“I’d say we have another month, two at most before the next DeMarco is on display.” She bites her lips while she waits for my reaction.
“That’s impossible. We’re being careful.” I stand up and look over her body. She can’t be pregnant, I’d know about it if she was, but the shrug of her shoulders challenges me.
“Madalina, you take the pill. You put yourself on it just after the girls came.”
I pull open her top drawer and search for the packet they come in .
“The pill’s only good if you take it.” She looks as if she’s getting some kind of thrill out of my panic.
“You're telling me you stopped taking it? When?”
“About two months ago.” She looks proud of herself and very fucking hot as she leans up on her elbows.
“Wait, we didn’t discuss this. You…”
“Tricked you. Deceived you…” She stands up and walks confidently toward me. “Surprise!” She traces her finger over my lips, and I manage to catch it between my teeth biting down just enough to make her squeal.
“You’re unbelievable.” I grip her ass and lift her body onto mine.
“You said, while I was pregnant, that you wanted a house full of children. You love it when I’m fat and full.” She tries to justify herself as I move forward and press her against the bedroom door.
“I do, but I hated watching what you had to go through to get them here. I thought I was going to lose you,” I admit. Nothing pleases me more than the idea of making more babies with my wife, but I would never expect her to go through that again.
“That’s not going to happen, and I’m certain this time we’re having a boy.” And the thought of her not only being pregnant but ensuring that it happened, makes precum leak all over her flat stomach.
“You’re pregnant.” I have to say it out loud just to be sure.
“I’m pregnant.” She nods back, as I slip my fingers inside her panties.
“Are you mad?” She tries to taunt me, with a darling little look on her face.
“How could I be?” I kiss her lips as my cock finds its place inside her hot, little pussy.
Then, resting my palm over her flat tummy I think of the tiny piece of me that she’s going to nurture and grow, and it makes my chest swell with pride.