THIRTY-ONE
H anna's pregnant. I'm going to be a dad. I still haven't wrapped my head around the situation when we enter my condo. "Your home! We should—" Sam stops his sentence when he notices Hanna's bloodshot eyes and tear-stained cheeks. "What did you do now!"
Seriously? As if I did something every time she cries. Fuck's sake. "I didn’t do anything," I grumble as Hanna shoves past him. "Han!" She nods toward the boys as she makes her way upstairs to my bedroom.
Damien turns to me, tilting his head. This is about to change his life too. And my mother is going to need to be stopped once this is all out in the open. "What's going on?" Ace asks, settling on one of the island stools.
Sam crosses his arms over his chest and watches me with a questioning look. Gulping, I lean against the wall. Here goes nothing. "Hanna's pregnant. I'm going to be a dad," I reply with my gaze going to Damien's.
Damien's eyes widen and I watch the white sheet slide over his face as he pales. Yeah… Me, too, brother. But I got it covered. We will figure this out.
Ace shoots me a wide-eyed look while Damien's jaw drops. "Fucking what?" Sam stares at me like I've grown six heads. Damien shoots Sam a glare the general needs to protect clear on his features.
"What? This is definitely the worst news I have heard!" he exclaims. Damien's eyes narrow as he takes a step toward Sam, but Ace beats me to it, shoving Damien back and glaring at Sam.
We introduced Ace to our world a day ago, and he took it better than I ever expected him to—and he took our offer with open hands. The three men are still in a circle, glaring at each other when I push my thoughts away.
Jesus Christ, what is this? "How about you stay out of it, Sam. You have nothing to do with the famiglia. I will figure this out with Damien and Ace, especially when it comes to my mother," I shout. Sam shoots me a frown and sticks out his bottom lip.
I shake my head at Sam. Ace's eyes widen for a moment before the look is gone. The chaos disappears as Sam nods and shoves his hands into his pockets. "Just… if you want my help dealing with Margarita, let me know," he mutters.
I chuckle softly before heading toward the stairs. I knew that was coming. He won’t waste a moment trying to help us with our mess.
"And you can't see her tonight. We have a plane to catch for her dad's funeral in the morning and she's exhausted, so you'll be able to talk to her about it in four days," I reply. The thought of being in outfit territory makes my skin crawl, but I won’t let her go alone.
They all nod as I disappear upstairs into my bedroom with Hanna. I'm going to be a dad. I smile as I crawl onto the bed next to my girl. Sure, this is ridiculous, but there is not a thing I would change.
"We can do this, baby. You'll be the best mother, better than your mother ever was, and I'm going to prove to my mother that a Saint knows what they are doing," I whisper in her hair.
Hanna nods with a smile and crawls over to me, burying her face in my chest. "I love you so much," she whispers. I pepper kisses across her face and smile. There is something I haven't told her and I'm very ready to say it now.
"I love you, Hanna. I know I should have said this so long ago, but I didn’t know how. I didn’t know how to express what I felt. We were always forbidden, even before we knew where you came from. But I have never loved a person as much as I love you. You, Hanna Sovrano, are the woman I love."
Hanna lifts her head and watches me with those beautiful green eyes I came to love. Tears fill them with my words as her lips tremble. "Thank you. Thank you for not running away after you found out."
I would never leave her. "I promised myself I wouldn't… I would never do that to any girl I love," I reply as I press a kiss to her temple. She gives me her warm smile as she pulls me close to her. Fuck. She is everything.
I love her. I love this baby even though we know it's only a grain of rice. Before I can even move, Hanna's straddling my lap. "Make love to me," she whispers against my lips.
My heart pounds in my chest and I can't breathe. Make love. I've never done it, but with Hanna, it always felt like making love. Gently sliding her off me. I pull my T-shirt over my head, pressing my lips to hers in a passionate motion.
Hanna reaches to unbutton my jeans, eager to release me. I tear open her shirt, exposing her perfect tits. Reaching behind her back, I unclasp her bra tossing it to the floor with her shirt. Attaching my lips back to hers, I hover over her, gently pressing kisses along her jaw and neck.
I make my way down her body, lingering kisses on her stomach a lot longer than anywhere else. Our baby is in there. Slipping off my jeans, I toss them to the floor with Hanna's shirt.
She wiggles around, unbuttoning her jeans and wrenching them off herself. She's damn beautiful. I bring my lips back to hers and kiss her. Hard. Tearing her panties from her body, I remove my boxers and settle myself between her thighs.
"We don't need a condom for nine months," she whispers with a soft smile.
I return the smile, wrapping her legs around my waist. I gently enter her, thrusting slowly with the same rhythm as when we first did this.
Hanna tosses her head back against the pillows and moans softly. God, she sounds beautiful. I thrust my hips to meet hers, slowing my motion. I want to pound into her, make her scream my name, smash the headboard into the wall.
She wants me to make love to her. Going slow seems about right. I slow my pace again, pressing my lips to hers as I bring my hips to meet hers. "I love you," she moans.
I smile softly and whisper against her lips, "I love you, too, Han." I smile as I kiss her again. I could get so used to her, and everything she is. I love her more than I can put into words, and I will never fuck that up again.
"Mm, so good." I grab the headboard, forcing myself to move slowly like she needs to. "Make me scream," she whispers into my ear.
That's all I need, as I move my hips faster, slamming the headboard into the wall. "Fuck! Oh baby," she moans louder. She sounds majestic, like an angel on acid.
Groaning, I grip her hips and slam myself in and out of her. "So tight," I mutter, breathless.
Hanna's head falls back into the pillows again as she moans loudly. Her tits are moving as fast as I am. "Oh… I'm gonna…" she moans.
"Come for me, baby," I whisper into her ear as the headboard slams into the wall again.
She tightens around me as a rippled moan escapes her lips. She comes undone beneath me, her eyes closed tightly as she screams my name.
"Fuck, Hanna!" I groan out as I finish inside her.
I collapse beside her, breathing hard as I gently pull her into my arms. "I love you," she purrs in my ear with a smirk.
I grin, pressing wet kisses to her neck. "I love you, too, Han."
I latch my lips onto the sensitive skin on her neck, sucking roughly until I leave a big red mark plastered on her neck. Mine . She's all mine. Pulling her into my arms, I wrap them around her and rest my head against her.
I will figure all the bullshit out in a couple of days, but she is mine. This woman will never leave my side again. I will deliver my mother to an early grave if I have to. Hanna will never know harm; I will kill someone first.
"You're my everything," I whisper. Hanna looks up at me with a soft smile, hiding her exposed body under mine. Fuck. She is so damn perfect.
The door comes flying open the moment after, and Sabrina stands with a grin on her lips. "Nice ass, Damon," she coos.
Yanking the blanket over us, I scowl in her direction, keeping Hanna covered. "Get the fuck out!" I snarl.
"How rude to treat a guest." She pouts.
I choke out a laugh as I watch her. "Guest?"
Hanna giggles slightly, covering her mouth. "Guest? All you are to Sam is pussy. Now get the hell out of my room," I growl.
Sabrina glares at me, slamming the door closed behind her as she stomps down the stairs. I hear her high-pitched voice as she screams at Sam, and I kinda feel bad for the guy, but he chooses to fuck her, so it's his problem.
Smiling, I pull Hanna to me as she rests her head against my chest. "You and this baby are the best thing that's ever happened to me," I whisper softly.
Hanna's face pales and I frown. What's going on in that pretty head of hers? "You loved Emily, too," she mumbles.
I didn't. It wasn’t love. "No. I never loved her. Not like this," I whisper into Hanna's hair.
She smiles up at me, wrapping her tiny arms around my neck. "Will you still come with me tomorrow? I don't know if I can face Harley and Georgina alone. I mean, I know that it will be complicated but, I need you there," she whispers.
I smile, pressing a kiss to her nose. "There's nowhere I'd rather be." Hanna's face turns pink as she rests her head back on my chest. I'm totally scared out of my bloody mind, but I would never allow her to do this alone.
She's a part of me now. Our baby is here with us. I'd rather get hit by a train than let her fly to New York alone, being pregnant. I turn my head toward Hanna as soft breaths leave her lips.
She has her eyes closed, her lips as slightly parted. She sleeps peacefully with her head on my chest. I couldn't think of a better girl to fall for than her. Hanna Sovrano has crashed through my life and left me in ultimate shock and forbidden wants.
Yet I wouldn't want it any other way. I love her so fucking much. This is how my life was meant to be, even if this is all fucked up. This woman is my entire world, and I will die to keep her and this baby safe.