I carry Jules to the kitchen and set her on the counter beside the fridge. When she makes a move to get down, I point my finger at her and order, “Stay.”
She pouts at me and snarks, “I can make my own food, you know? I’m not an invalid. Just pregnant.”
I open the fridge and pull out a can of sliced pineapple, a jar of mayonnaise, and a package of bacon. Yes, my wife has some bizarre-as-shit pregnancy cravings. Bacon, mayonnaise, and pineapple sandwiches. That shit turns my stomach, but if it satisfies her and Junior, that’s all that matters.
I deposit the items on the counter beside her hip and pop open the can of pineapple before wedging myself between her legs. I hook one slice of pineapple with my finger, bite away half of it so it’s not too big to fit in her mouth, then offer the rest to Jules. Her lips skim across my fingers and it sends shockwaves straight to my dick. Her moan when she chomps down on the juicy fruit doesn’t help my growing erection. Unable to help myself, I lick away the residue of juice from her lips.
“You know taking care of you is one of my favorite things to do.”
Her legs hook around my waist and her heels dig into my ass to pull me closer. “I do. It’s one of the many things I love about you.”
This pregnancy is very special for Jules and me. Neither one of us got to witness or be a part of her first one, so we’re both enjoying the experience to the fullest. Part of that for me is waiting on her hand and foot. So what if I take it a bit too far sometimes?
I grab another slice of pineapple, bite off a portion, and give her the rest.
“Are you ready for your exams?”
She blows out a breath, her fingers tracing over my shirt. She’s been taking online courses to get her degree in interior design and she’s nearly finished. I left the decision up to her on whether she wanted to attend a physical college, but she said she’d rather do it from home, where she could be with her family all the time. We’ve been working on a business plan for her to start her own company once she has her degree.
“No. Yes.” She laughs. “I don’t know.”
“You’re going to do great.” I squeeze her hip in reassurance.
Her lips twist to the side. “I’m glad you have confidence in me.”
I cup her cheek and bring her face up. “You’re going to do great,” I repeat. “Say it.”
She smiles and nods. “I’m going to do great.”
“How did Teresa do on her driving test?” I ask once she’s done with her bite.
Her hand moves to the locket around her throat, another piece of evidence that Kale took for me. Theo took out the picture of Jules and me when he found the locket. It now carries the one of Teresa on one side and a picture of Jules, Aria, and me on the other.
“She passed and now thinks she’s the queen bee.” Jules laughs with an eye roll.
“Your mom and dad are going to have a hard time reining that one in.”
Her fingers crawl up my stomach, the tips grazing my nipple rings, pulling a hiss from me. “You just wait for Aria to reach that age.”
I scowl. “She knows the rules of no boys until she’s thirty.”
She bursts out laughing, and her legs tighten around me. I can’t help but smile down at her, even if she doesn’t believe me. What I said is gospel, whether they want to believe it or not.
“You’re delusional, Luca,” she informs me with a giggle.
“Am not. My girl isn’t dating until I say she can.”
“And when will that be?”
“Forty,” I answer with a straight face.
She laughs again. “But you just said thirty.”
“I changed my mind.”
She shakes her head. “Silly man. Our daughter has you wrapped around her little finger. All she has to do is give you her big blue eyes and you turn to putty. She’ll be using those eyes to get her way with boys too.”
“Lies. All lies. My girl is sweet and innocent. She’d never manipulate me like that,” I declare. She’s partially right though. Aria does have me wrapped around her finger, more so now that she’s my daughter and no longer my niece.