Chapter 20 #2
The warm bath, the lavender-scented bubbles, and his hands on my body have definitely made this the best bath I’ve ever had. I feel weightless and relaxed already. A few minutes later, when he’s done with his massage, he brings his hands to my front and rests them gently on the top of my belly.
“How’s our little angel doing in there?” he asks, and just as the words leave his mouth, I feel a kick that pushes right against where his left hand is lying. I turn my head to look back at him, and his eyes light up.
“I guess she’s being a little troublemaker,” I tease.
“Holy shit! Was that a limb? How long has that been happening?” he asks in awe.
“Yes. That was a limb poking out. It’s been happening for a while now.”
“That is so wild and fucking amazing! There’s a tiny person in there. Someone who is half of both of us. Sometimes that’s hard to believe,” he whispers, still in awe.
“Thanks to your super sperm,” I joke.
“Best thing that ever happened was knocking your ass up,” he laughs as another kick thumps against his hand while an oomph leaves me, causing him to lean down a little so he can speak to my stomach.
“Hey there, little princess, can you take it a little easy on your mama?
No kicking too hard, she's trying to relax.”
A happy smile spreads across my face because he’s so cheesy. It’s at that moment that I realize that I’m truly in love with this man. Like so much in love, I want him to be my forever.
“Little princess?” I groan. “She’s going to be so spoiled, isn’t she?”
“No,” he says, and I look at him with a raised eyebrow. “Okay. Okay. She’s probably going to be spoiled, but she’s going to be my little princess. How can I not give her the world? What if I don’t spoil her and she thinks I don’t love her?”
He looks so worried about this that I can’t help but laugh. “Trust me, with how over the top you are, she’s going to know you love her.”
“I’m going to be the best dad ever!”
“Yeah, I know you will.”
“Just so you know, I know you’re going to be an amazing mom too,” he tells me, and I give him a watery smile because his words just hit a sensitive spot in me.
I’ve been worried about what’ll happen when she gets here and whether I’ll be a good mom. I didn’t have one growing up, so I have nothing to compare it to. My one parent isn’t even worth mentioning because I know for sure I don’t want to be anything like him.
“These damn hormones!” I mutter to explain the almost tears.
“Cute,” he murmurs.
I turn back around so he won’t see my face anymore, and a few minutes later, I’m boneless as I lie against him. I feel pampered and relaxed. This was not at all what I expected when he took me away from the convent to stay with him, but it turned out even better than I imagined.
A few minutes later, he pulls the plug so the water can start draining away. He gets up, grabs the shower head with the cord attached to the tub, and rinses himself off.
“Stay right there, babe, I’ll get you in a second,” he instructs as he steps out of the tub and dries himself before wrapping a towel around his waist.
When he comes back for me, he helps me stand up, rinses my skin, and helps me out. He then dries my body and wraps a robe around me. He leads me back into our room, laying a huge towel on the bed. “Lie back. I have one more thing to do before we head to bed.”
“Okay.”
He comes back with lotion and body oil and proceeds to lather me up, massaging it into my skin, paying special attention to my stomach.
I feel tears well up in my eyes because no one has ever taken care of me like this before, and it’s making me emotional. I reach over and grip his wrist, stopping his movement. He looks down at me, a question in his eyes.
“Thank you for making me feel so special tonight. You didn’t have to do all of this, you know?” I say, with happiness and gratitude.
“I know, Tesoro,” he says.
“No one has ever taken care of me like this,” I share.
“Thank fuck! Because then I would have had to kill the bastard. And because I wanted to. You deserve to be treated like the queen you are,” he informs me.
The simplicity of his answer… because he wanted to, makes my chest ache a little. From the look of things and how he’s treated me so far, I think I’ll be okay. Even if he never loves me, at least I know he’ll treat me better than my father ever did.
Everything he did tonight helped me relax completely. I’m not going to lie, so far pregnancy has been harder than I ever expected, especially while I was locked away in that convent.
The aches, sleepless nights, constant worry, emotional turmoil, and mood swings that usually appear out of nowhere have been a lot to deal with. And even though I won’t tell him about all of that, I’m glad Enzo will be here with me for the rest of my pregnancy.
“Sit up so I can do your back now,” he tells me a while later, while I’m still lost in my thoughts. He rubs the lotion and oil into my back, giving me another massage, and it feels heavenly.
“You’re really good at this. Like suspiciously good. How many women have you given massages to?” I question, grumpily.
“Mmm, you sound a little jealous there, babe,” he chuckles.
“Would you answer the question?”
“You would be the first. Does it look like I had the time to go around giving anyone massages?” he asks.
“Those poor women,” I mumble, though I’m glad to be the first to get all of this special treatment from him. “You sound like you were a horrible boyfriend.”
“I’ve never been a boyfriend before.”
“How is that possible?”
“Never had the time. Besides, I've never wanted anything serious with anyone until now.”
“So, you went straight to baby daddy?”
“Nope. I’m going straight to husband, wife. Don’t forget we’re getting married in about two days.”
“Why so soon?”
“I can’t fucking wait to put my ring on your finger so every asshole around this city will know that you are mine. Plus, once we’re married, you’ll be under my protection.”
“Sounds great,” I mumble.
“It is, because you get,” he waves his hand up and down his body, “this for the rest of your life.”
“Everything I’ve ever dreamed of,” I laugh.
“Damn right,” he smirks.
Something soft and thoughtful crosses his face before he leans forward and kisses my forehead. Damn, his forehead kisses are my absolute weakness.
“We’re going to make an amazing team. I just know it.”
“You think so?” I question.
“Absolutely,” he tells me as he brings one of my nighties and slips it over my head, since he’s done with his massage. He helps me up off the bed and takes the towel off, before pulling back the blanket so I can get in.
He puts all the stuff away before sliding in behind me and pulling me into his arms. He’s only wearing his boxers, so I can feel his bare chest against my back.
Even though we were hot and bothered when we came up after dinner, and I’m still a bit horny because of these hormones, I’m really happy with how our night turned out.
The intimacy we shared together was better than sex, well, for tonight at least.
“Sweet dreams, Tesoro.”
“Sweet dreams,” I tell him with a smile, as my eyes fall closed and I slip into sleep.
Tonight was perfect because everything felt right. It finally feels like I’m right where I’m supposed to be. No, right where I belong.