Chapter 19 #2
A huge smile crosses my face, but I hide it quickly before she thinks I’m laughing at her and wants to scalp me or something. I really wouldn’t put it past her. But she’s just too damn cute for her own good.
“Are you okay down there, Tesoro? Do you need some help?” I ask her, with a big smile. I can’t help it. She’s turning out to be everything I never knew I wanted or needed.
“Yes!” she grumbles with a cute pout on her face. “Now, would you stop laughing and help me get up and off this chair?! It’s not my fault your daughter is making me not able to do certain things anymore.”
I’ve just moved to grab her hand in mine, but stop completely at her words. I stare down at her, my face filled with wonder at what she just said.
“Daughter?” I question just to confirm. And without asking, I place a hand on her stomach again. I suddenly feel choked up because soon she’s going to give me one of the best gifts a guy could ever ask for. Holy shit! A daughter! “You know the baby’s gender already?”
“Yes. We’re having a little girl,” she says, as she looks up at me. I can’t help the bigger smile that appears on my face.
“Holy shit! We’re having a baby girl!”
But then, damn! The thought of having a little girl begins to give me indigestion.
I’m going to have my work cut out for me when it comes to protecting her.
I’ll be in even more trouble, though, if she turns out to be sassy like her mother.
Without thinking, I lean down and place a few more kisses on her tummy.
“I have an ultrasound picture I can show you,” she tells me, and I kiss her on the lips, too. I’m suddenly overcome with emotion at the thought that this beautiful woman will soon bring my child into this world.
“Yes. I’d love to see it, please,” I tell her.
“And just so you know, after she’s born, she’s not leaving the house until she’s like thirty-five.
” I look up at her just in time to see her roll her eyes at me as I finally help her off the chair.
I make sure she’s stable on her feet before letting go of her. “Oh, I know. We can homeschool her.”
“Don’t be absurd. You’re not keeping our daughter locked inside this apartment like some prisoner, and we are not homeschooling her. She deserves to live her life however she wants to when she’s old enough to make her own decisions.”
“Obviously not. I’m buying a mansion for us soon. We can’t raise a baby here. And she will get to live her life as she sees fit, in our home,” I mutter.
“Well, you’re not doing that in the mansion either, so get it out of your head,” she growls, all sexy mama-bear style.
“Damn, you sound hot as fuck getting all growly on me.” I smirk. “But wait, that’s beside the point here. I have to protect her and keep her out of trouble, especially when she’s old enough, and boys start sniffing their dumbasses around her.”
“Enzo Andretti! I will not let you be an asshole to my child—”
“Our child,” I say, cutting her off.
“Our child. As I was saying, I'm not going to let you suffocate her or treat her like some kind of second-class citizen. I will never let any child of mine grow up the way I did. I would die before I ever let that happen!” she snaps at me vehemently.
“Fine! But she’s still not dating any asshole until she’s thirty-five! Or fifty? Fifty seems like an appropriate age,” I grumble. “Maybe we should’ve had a boy first. That way he’d be able to keep an eye on the future punks.”
“Well, we can’t do anything about that now, you moron,” she says, laughing at me.
I’m glad she thinks this is funny while I’m having cold sweats about what I’m going to do with a little girl.
I go to open my mouth to say something else, but she stops me.
“Zip it. I don’t want you to annoy me any further tonight with all that nonsense that’s going through your idiot head! ”
Damn, my girl has such fire! And all of it goes straight to my cock. I have to admit that I’ve been hard as a rock from the moment I stood in that doorway watching her. It seems as though that’s my only setting when it comes to her, perpetual hardness.
I underestimated her. When we first met, I thought that she was this timid little thing. A wallflower who blended into the background, but she’s not that at all. Who knows what the hell her father has put her through over the years, since the man is an asshole of epic proportions.
I’m thinking putting up with him has made her into the feisty little thing that I’m dealing with now, and I wouldn’t have it any other way. She’s soft, but she’s also fierce when she needs to be. I admire that strength in her. Maybe that’s what caught my attention in the first place.
“Fine. I’m tabling this conversation for another time.
I didn’t mean to ruffle your feathers, babe, so calm down.
All I want to do is protect both of you,” I say as I follow behind her, not ashamed to say that I’m ogling the way her ass moves.
It’s then that I realize that she’s wearing one of my shirts, and fuck! I have to suppress a groan.
“Sorry, I know that’s what you want, but I won’t let her live the kind of life I used to.”
“We’re all good. This is as new to me as it is for you,” I tell her. “Not that I’m not happy to see you in my clothes, because it’s hot as fuck, but why aren’t you wearing any of your clothes?”
“What clothes?”
“The ones in the closet. The same one you got my shirt from,” I say.
“Those are mine?” she asks, like she’s surprised.
“Yes.”
“All of them?”
“Who else did you think they were for?”
“I don’t know. I thought they were some other woman’s clothes,” she says, screwing up her face a little, like she’s jealous, and I chuckle at the way she tries to hide it.
“Why the hell would I buy clothes for other women?” I ask, affronted.
“I don’t know. Who the hell knows what you’ve been up to in the last couple of months?” she questions.
“There are no other women. There’s only you,” I tell her with total seriousness in my voice.
“So, you’ve never had a woman here? And you didn’t buy those clothes for someone else?”
“No and no,” I state.
“Then why did you buy me clothes?”
“Because I buy clothes for my wife,” I say, enunciating the last two words.
“But I’m not your wife,” she says, confusion on her face.
“Not yet, but you’re going to be, Principessa,” I tell her with a smirk. “When I saw you again and realized that you were pregnant, I had one of my assistants get everything for you.”
“Presumptuous much?”
“Hell no. Make no mistake, Principessa, you are mine. Even before I knew you were pregnant, you belonged to me. I’ve been looking for you ever since you disappeared.”
Her eyes widen in surprise at my declaration. “You were looking for me?”
“Of course I was. You’ve got me addicted to your pussy, and I want more. Finding out about the baby was just a bonus, because you were always going to end up right here. There is no way in hell I would have ever let you get married to that fucknut Salvatore,” I grumble.
“Still, you didn’t need to get me all of that.”
“You are the mother of my child. You deserve only the best. So, if I want to spoil you, I will,” I tell her as she opens our room door and walks inside with me following behind her. “Come, let me show you some stuff that I’m pretty sure you missed.”
“What?” she asks, as she follows me. We step inside, and I open one of the doors to all of her maternity clothes. “Oh, I completely missed all of that. You’re sure this is all mine?”
“Yes,” I tell her, and watch as she admires everything with new eyes now.
“Thank you. I’ve never had so many nice things at once. I mean, when Luca was still here, he made sure I had things, but since he’s been gone, my father’s been stingy like he always is when it comes to me,” she says, with sadness coating her voice.
“I’m sorry your father is such an asshole.
I figured you missed the maternity clothes, which was why you were wearing my shirt.
Not that I’m complaining. All I’ve wanted to do since coming home and seeing you is bend you over and fuck your tight little cunt raw,” I drawl huskily, and I don’t miss the way she clenches her thighs together.
“God! You have such a damn dirty mouth!”
“I know you want my big cock with all those piercings rubbing against your tight walls, baby, but we don’t have time right now.
Dinner should be done. But don’t worry, I’ll fuck your little pussy until it’s red and you can’t take any more cock later tonight when we’re in bed,” I whisper in her ear, and her entire body trembles against mine.
Thank God, I remembered to set the timer on that oven earlier!
“You’re the fucking devil, Enzo Andretti!” she moans as I kiss and suck on her neck a little.
“Never claimed otherwise, baby,” I tell her and then pull her along with me.
“Wait! Let me get the picture,” she tells me just as I pull her toward the bedroom door. Shit! I actually forgot that was the reason for coming in here in the first place. Talking about fucking her distracted me.
She walks over to the bedside table on her side and pulls out a little square before walking over and handing it to me.
I take it, look down, and feel a wave of love hit my chest. I can make out the head and a tiny little body, though it’s mixed in with all that black-and-white blob in the picture.
I think I have tears in my eyes, either that or it’s dust.
“I got that at my eighteen-week scan to find out what I was having. She’s much bigger now, so I’m sure if we got another scan, we’d probably be able to see her better,” she tells me.
“I can’t wait to see her better. Thank you for giving me such a precious gift, and I’m sorry I wasn’t there to go with you to those appointments,” I mumble in her hair as I pull her into my arms for a hug.
She lets out a cute little sigh, like this was all she wanted, which just makes me feel more like an asshole for leaving her alone today.