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Surviving His Scars (Angels Halo MC Next Gen 4)

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After a few moments of silence, Monroe released a soft breath. “What was your mom’s name?”

“Gianna,” I answered while keeping my gaze on the television.

“That’s pretty.” She grew pensive for a few minutes before breaking the quiet. “Would you like to name one of the babies Gianna if we do have girls?”

I snapped my head around to look at her. “You would be okay with that?”

She lifted her brows. “You are their father, Gian. They aren’t just mine. If you really want to be a part of their lives, then I’m not going to stop you.”

If? She was more insane than I was with this “if” bullshit. But I wasn’t going to argue with her—about this or anything else. Simply telling her I loved her and wanted to be a part of her and the babies’ lives every day for the rest of eternity wasn’t enough. I had to show her.

“I would love to name one of our babies after her, precious.” I clasped her hand and brought it to my lips, pressing a kiss to her open palm. When I felt how fast her heart rate was, I kissed her again. “And if we are blessed with two girls? What should we name the other one?”

Pretty pink color filled her cheeks, and she cleared her throat. “When I was a little girl, I would always name my dolls Lillianna.”

“Gianna and Lillianna.” I tried out the names and smiled. “Beautiful names for the beautiful babies my beautiful Monroe will give me.”

“Stop,” she scolded, but there was no heat in her tone. “I’m still mad at you.”

“As you should be,” I said with a nod. “And you can remain angry with me for as long as you want. It’s my job to earn back your trust and your love.”

“I still love you.” She pressed her lips together as if trying to clamp down on the words she’d just blurted out, making me grin happily. With a heavy sigh, she rolled her eyes. “I still love you,” she repeated. “I’ll never stop. But I don’t trust you, and I honestly don’t know if I ever will again.”

“You will, precious,” I vowed. “I promise you, I’ll do whatever it takes to get you to trust me again—trust in me again.”

Chapter 17

Monroe

That evening, I slept through the entire night for the first time in weeks. After eating my amazingly delicious dinner, I fell asleep cuddled up to Gian and didn’t open my eyes again until he was placing a decadently scented treat under my nose the next morning.

“Mmm,” I moaned as I blinked open my eyes, inhaling that heavenly scent.

A fork was touched to my bottom lip, and I all too willingly opened my mouth. The explosion of flavors on my tongue had me moaning again, and I began to chew. “How?” I demanded with a laugh as Gian sat on the edge of the bed with a dish of the dessert I’d been talking about craving the night before.

“Anything you want, I will make happen,” he said with a simple lift of one shoulder. But then his eyes darkened as he fed me another bite. “Unless it means that you leave me.”

My heart melted at the first part, and I felt a chill at the second, but I pushed away the feeling and accepted a third bite. “Oh, dear lord. That is so good,” I sighed in contentment and licked my lips again. “You don’t happen to hav

e a glass of milk by any chance, do you?”

He turned and picked up the glass of milk I hadn’t noticed sitting on the nightstand. Holding the glass, he touched it to my lips. Laughing at his continuing to baby me, I drank thirstily and then opened my mouth for another bite.

“Ugo got extra, but he also acquired the recipe,” Gian told me as he finished feeding me the last of the orgasmic dessert. “Mrs. Borsa will make it for you whenever you get a craving.”

“Gian…” I leaned back against the pillows and looked up at him through my lashes as he stood. “Thank you.”

Bending, he touched his lips to my forehead. “Anything for my love,” he murmured. Straightening, he offered me the glass of milk. “Relax for a moment. I have a matter to take care of, and then I’ll be right back.”

I watched as the door closed behind him and then released another sigh. It had to be the pregnancy hormones making me so damn giddy over a slice of cake. But I knew it was because I was with Gian. There was no other reason why I would feel so…at peace.

Then I remembered Mila and Maverick and how worried they must be for me. And Mom and Daddy… Poor Daddy. He was probably still in the hospital, recovering from two gunshot wounds. I needed to call my sister, reassure her I was okay, and find out how he was doing.

Finishing off the milk, I stood, intending to walk into the closet. But when I did, the world began to spin, and I let out a startled cry and quickly dropped down onto the edge of the bed.

Damn. Was this what Mila had been talking about?

“Precious?” Gian called out as the door opened. “Monroe!”



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