His face ducked to my neck, and he inhaled deeply, uncaring about the cold, wet strands of my hair that all but whacked him in the face at my exuberance.
“You’re here,” I breathed.
Bruno’s hands moved from around my back to my hips and then froze.
I felt my heart start beating in my chest a million miles an hour.
This was it…
He pulled back even farther, so far in fact, that I instantly hated the distance.
Then his eyes met mine.
I knew what he was looking at. Trying to get me to admit.
I wouldn’t.
Not now.
He inhaled deeply, and then reached for his t-shirt, slowly lifting it up and up and up until my belly was exposed.
My big—there was no hiding it now—belly.
His throat bobbed as he swallowed hard, and then he was once again looking into my eyes.
“What the fuck?” he rasped.
I grinned. “So I was going to tell you when you got home, but you took forever.”
He blinked, then once again allowed his eyes to trail along my belly, not even noticing that I was naked but for the t-shirt he was still holding up.
“How?” he asked.
“Well,” I said. “I don’t honestly know. I was on birth control. But as you know, it’s only ninety-nine point nine percent effective. So there is a slim chance that it doesn’t work. If you’re asking me how it became twins, I don’t know that either. But they say you’re more prone to have twins if a mom or a sister has twins. So, there’s that likelihood. It just happened. And, at this point, I think it may be too late to see if they’re boys or girls since they’re so big, and it’s cramped inside there.”
Bruno slow-blinked, then said, “Twins?”
I nodded.
“I’m having twins.”
I nodded again.
“And you didn’t tell me,” he growled.
I bit my lip. “It’s not like I didn’t want to. Honestly, if it would’ve gotten to the point where you would’ve been inside while I was having them, I would’ve told you. I wouldn’t have had them without telling you. But… I wanted to do it in person. I wanted to do it without a foot of plexiglass between us. Or chains around your ankles. I wanted you to hold me when you found out.”
I didn’t even get the chance to finish my last sentence before he was picking me up bridal style and carrying me to our room.
I bit my lip. “I’ve gained twenty pounds since you last saw me and held me.”
He laid me down on the bed oh so gently.
Then he started stripping his clothes off.
I watched, tongue pressed tightly to the roof of my mouth, as he got to his pants.
This was it. The moment I’d been waiting for. Dreaming about. Thinking about nonstop.