Page 90 of His Vicious Desire

A hand goes over his mouth.

“I’m sorry,” I whisper.Oh god, I fucked up.He’s?—

Immediately, he shakes his head.“Don’t be sorry.I’m not.Iwantyou to be pregnant.”Wrapping his arm around me, a hand goes into my hair.“You pregnant will be what keeps me alive.”

Oh thank god.I exhale and almost collapse from relief.“Okay, let me just pee on this.Two minutes.”

The million-watt smile is taking over his beautiful face.I’ve never seen anything like it.“Two minutes.”

I went with the easiest test to read.After I wash my hands, Gaetano wraps one arm around me as he keeps his eyes on the phone timer.

“I cannot fucking wait until I’m holding my baby girl.”He whispers into my ear.

“Really?You want a girl.”It shocks the hell out of me.

“Hell yes, please.Make all of them girls.”

Shaking my head.“I can’t make them one or the other.We get what we get, and we’ll be happy for them to be healthy.”

“Fine.But I’ll be happier if they are girls,” he mutters.

The alarm goes off, and we both look at the test.

“We’re having a baby.”Gaetano swings me up into a tight hug.Then back down on the bed where he makes love to me so many times, I wonder if it’s good for the baby.

The next morning, I call Joanna.

“You bitch.How can you do this to me?Tomorrow?How can you get married tomorrow without telling me what the hell you’ve been up to?”

We both brush over the fact we’ve gone since my birthday trip without talking because I’ve left her two messages without getting back more than a text saying she was sorry but school was kicking her ass.I didn’t know what was going on with her, and I wasn’t going to push her.At the same time, I also knew me getting married was something she would be crushed to find out about later.

“I wanted to get married today.The sooner the better when it comes to dealing with Sandro.Gaetano, however, is doing the whole overprotection thing.Even if it was guaranteed he would walk out of the room after he told Sandro I was pregnant and we were married, he wants everything in place to protect me and the baby.So yeah…there was no question about getting married.I don’t want or need a big white wedding; I just want the ring and the husband.”

“Oh my god, I’m going to be an aunt.That’s awesome.Okay, yeah.I’m not surprised it’s Gaetano or that things are happening fast.I was simply hoping to live through you for all the buildup to a grand wedding day that I’ll never have.Take pictures.I want pictures.”

Once I hang up with her, I call Kitty.

“Yay, everything is going to plan.Your brother is going to turn to mush at the idea of a baby.”Kitty sighs.“So are you going to tell Gaetano?”

“God no.He thinks it’s good luck.I’m not going to tell him anything different.He’s happy.I’m happy.If I tell him, it will make him question everything.”

“If you say so…”

Gaetano

When she walks out of the bedroom, I take a deep breath and sigh.“You sure as fuck aren’t wearing that.”

Eyes wide like she has no idea why I’m saying no.“I look so good in this dress.”

I shake my head.“That’s the problem.No fucking way is another person seeing you looking as gorgeous as you do in that dress.”

Her hands wind around my neck.“Pretty please.I love this dress.”

“Why can’t you be normal and want some big ass dress with bows on it?”This was the last dress I envisioned her in on her wedding day.“I don’t give a shit if we’re doing it by an officiant at home.This is the only wedding you’re having, is this what you want as the memory of the day?”

I sent her out with my credit card the day after she came.She was gone for two hours and came back with only one bag of clothes.Annoyed, she barely bought anything.I took her shopping the next day, and we were out for six hours and purchased so many things they had to be delivered—but not home—to my tailor.

Cocking her head at me, she grins.“There’s a dress you want me to wear.”

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