“I just want to make sure this is what you want—”
“It is. Don’t ever ask me that again.” I had no right to get angry with her, but I didn’t want to be accused of lying. If I weren’t ready for this, I wouldn’t be here. If I weren’t going to commit myself a hundred percent, I wouldn’t have walked away from everything to be with her. “I’m in this for the long haul. I’m in this forever—as long as you’re willing to put up with me.”
Her eyes softened as her hand moved over her stomach. “I spent so long without you that it’s hard to believe you’re here…that this is real.”
“It is real.” I looked at the chain around her neck, the necklace she still hadn’t taken off. She’d been as committed to me as I’d been to her, even with Chicken Boy in the mix. “When are you going to end things with Chicken Boy?”
She chuckled. “His name is Alessandro.”
My eyes fell into a glare. “I don’t give a fuck what his name is.”
“I ended it a few days ago. He understood.”
Now I didn’t have to worry about him at all. I didn’t appreciate a dog sniffing around my woman, not when I was the wolf that would bite his head off.
“I guess we can keep living here while we look for a new place.”
It was our best option at the moment. I wouldn’t have my men watching the premises anymore, but I didn’t need them. I was more than enough security for the three of us. I would never let anything happen to my woman or my baby. “Do you know if it’s a boy or a girl?”
She shook her head. “I told the doctor I didn’t want to know.”
“It’s a boy.” I had no experience with pregnancy or children, but my instinct told me my son was growing inside her.
“Why are you so sure?”
“Because he’s making you sick all the time. He’s making your belly so big when you still have three months to go. That’s a man growing inside you.”
“Well…we’ll just have to see.”
“Have any names picked out?”
“No. Are there any you like?”
I shook my head. “I haven’t given it much thought.”
“We’ll decide that later. No need to rush now.” She picked up the dirty plates and started carrying them to the sink.
“Are you kidding me right now?” I rose to my feet, making her stop dead in her tracks. “Sit.”
She stayed on her feet in defiance.
I grabbed the plates from her hand. “I take care of this stuff from now on. You just worry about being pregnant.” I carried the plates to the sink then retrieved the rest.
She rested her hand on her stomach, a slight smile on her lips. “You went from being the Skull King to being the maid…how cute.”
“No.” I set everything in the bottom of the sink then turned around. “I went from being a king to being your man. And a man takes care of his woman. I wasn’t there for the last three months, but you can bet your ass I’ll be there now.”
With that same smile on her lips, she slowly walked toward me, looking like the most beautiful thing in the world with her stomach stretching her summer dress. She stopped in front of me and stared at my lips before she moved her hand from her stomach to my chest. “I love you.” Every time she’d said those words to me, I never said them back. But this time, it was different. It would always be different.
“I love you too.”
I lay on her bed, my back against the headboard with my naked body sprawled out across the sheets. My dick was already hard just thinking about what was going to happen. Last night, I was inside her for five seconds before I shot my load. If it was a regular occurrence, I might be embarrassed, but in that moment, it was proof of how much I wanted her, proof that I hadn’t had pussy since she left. The second I was surrounded by her wetness, I couldn’t survive. I filled her with my enormous load, getting my release before I could actually begin to make love to her.
But now that I was caught up, I was ready to live up to my reputation.
She stood near the bed, wearing the summer dress that brought out the brilliant color of her eyes.
I stared at the gorgeous woman, unable to believe she was really mine. She’d been mine even when she was married to someone else. She’d been mine since the moment I laid eyes on her. She’d been mine even during all these months apart—because my son was growing inside her. “Take it off.”
She slipped off the straps and let the dress fall down her slender body. When it reached her stomach, she had to grab it and pull it over her head. Then she was left with a white thong, the color stunning against her olive skin.