Page 181 of My Big, Fat, Accidental Billionaire Husband

“She didn’t just forgive me,” Dom replies, coming to stand beside me. “She married me. Twice, if you count Vegas.”

“Which we absolutely do,” I add.

“And I can’t believe she forgaveyou,” Dom retorts, punching Nico in the upper arm.

“Hey!” Nico says, rubbing his arm. “That was uncalled for. Don’t make me throw you over your coffee table.”

Sabrina carefully lowers herself into a chair, wincing slightly. “Please tell me there’s food. I’m starving. And water. Just water for me. Still feeling off from that flu.”

I catch her eye and raise an eyebrow. She glares back, silently daring me to say something.

Seven months of “flu.” Must be some kind of record. And that bulky sweater isn’t hiding nearly as much as she thinks it is.

We settle around the dining table, a sprawling mahogany masterpiece that is so typically Dom. He takes his place at the head, with me to his right and Nico to his left. It’s a small gesture, but meaningful. He wants to keep us close, acknowledging both relationships as important.

“So,” Jess says, loading her plate with salmon, “how was Costa Rica? Other than disgustingly romantic, I’m sure.”

“The resort’s coming along beautifully,” I say, slipping easily into consultant mode. “The foundation is complete, and they’re starting on the main buildings next month.”

“Foundations are important,” Dom adds, his hand finding mine under the table. “In resorts and relationships.”

“Oh my God, he’s gone full Hallmark,” Nico groans. “Therapy has ruined you, brother.”

Dom’s laugh is genuine, lacking the edge it once had. “Says the man who actually stayed for a full session last week.”

“Only because you changed the locks on the therapy room door!”

I watch them banter, marveling at the change. They still fight... some wounds run too deep to vanish completely... but there’s an honesty to their relationship now. A willingness to acknowledge the past without letting it poison the present.

“How’s the new company going, Tati?” Sabrina asks, deliberately changing the subject. She shifts uncomfortably in her chair, one hand discreetly supporting her lower back.

“Thriving,” I reply, unable to keep the pride from my voice. “We just landed a contract with another sustainable resort developer in Bali. Turns out being married to one of the industry leaders is excellent networking.”

“Nepotism at its finest,” Dom teases.

I narrow my eyes at him. “Excuse you. I earned that contract fair and square. Your name just got me in the door.”

“I know,” he says softly, his eyes warm. “You’re brilliant, and they’re lucky to have you.”

Still not used to compliments that don’t come with strings attached. Progress, I guess.

“Ugh, you two are nauseating,” Jess declares, reaching for the wine. “And now you’re probably having a baby next,” she jokes, waving her wine glass toward Sabrina. “What is it with everyone these days? Something in the water?”

The table falls silent. Sabrina freezes mid-bite, her expression somewhere between horror and panic.

“Not everyone,” I say smoothly. “But speaking of news...” I place my hand over my still-flat stomach. “Yes, you’re right.”

“What? You’re seriously having a baby?” Jess shrieks, nearly knocking over her wine.

I nod, warmth spreading through my chest at saying it aloud. “Almost ten weeks.”

The table erupts in excited congratulations. Nico looks stunned, then genuinely pleased. Jess is already planning baby showers. Sabrina, meanwhile, merely looks relieved that the attention has shifted away from her.

“Bathroom?” Sabrina mouths to me after a minute, her discomfort evident.

I nod and stand. “We’ll be right back. Girl talk.”

As we leave, I hear Nico ask, “What, they can’t pee alone?”

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