Page 31 of Once Upon A Christmas Kiss
“Yes, we should go because I need to see that she’s okay. I know that Mamma is taking care of her, but it’s time to go back.”
“Yes, that’s a plan; just give me a few to enjoy you, to feel you in my arms.”
Nine
Nicola
I walk over to gather my clothes to dress after taking a quick shower. Now I’m waiting for Antonella; she’s fixing her hair. Yeah, I need to get used to waiting for her.
I grab the water bottle from the small refrigerator, taking a pull. I rub my neck, closing my eyes, grinding my molars to control the emotions and thoughts running rampant, driving me insane.
It’s fucking incredible how much my world has changed in a few hours.
I’m on top of the world; having Antonella back in my life is surreal. I thought that I had lost her with my stupidity.
Fuck, she’s going to marry me, plus we have a baby, a baby girl.
Nicoletta.
I love the name; she has to be a doll, just like her Mamma. I can’t wait to hold her in my arms; my heart is pounding so damn hard with the thought that I could have missed out on this amazing event, this once-in-a-lifetime moment.
I’m also fucking pissed off that I was not around when Antonella needed me to support her through the pregnancy, showing her honor, respect, and love. I want to fucking punch the wall.
She’s everything to me; she’s my world.
I fucking want to kill Jacob!
Jacob fucking knew that she was pregnant, and he had the fucking balls to keep me away from her, to keep the baby from me.
Fucker!
I’m going to talk to Jacob and Cristiano; I’m going to fucking tell them how it’s going to go down and that they don’t have a fucking right to try to control my life, our life.
I know that Antonella has forgiven me, but will I ever forgive myself for being such an ass?
I understand that’s it’s in the past, but it fucking eats at me that I wasn’t there for her.
Fuck!
I run my fingers through my hair, walking over to the window, bracing my arm on the window frame looking out into the night, at the fog shrouding the ground like cotton.
We need to hurry.
It’s late, but I know that they’re up; Antonella texted her Mamma. But, of course, they’re waiting for us since it’s Christmas Eve.
“Baby, I’m ready,” Antonella says, walking out of the bathroom all dolled up.
“Baby Girl, you look fucking beautiful,” I say, walking over to her, pulling her into my arms.
“That’s so sweet, but I feel chubby, and I need to lose a few pounds that I still have from the pregnancy,” Antonella says, running her hands up my arms.
“Baby Girl, you are fucking sexy the way you are. I love the curves, so don’t you dare get crazy about losing weight; I like you just the way you are,” I say, running my hands down to grab her luscious, firm ass.
“Ohhhh, you like my ass, huh,” Antonella smirks, grabbing my neck, pulling me down.
I take her lips, kissing her deeply, tangling our tongues. I feel the electrical wave, the wild hunger that she always incites in me, raiding my senses. My cock gets fucking hard, so damn ready to sink deep side her.
Oh yeah, I want her again, but fuck, we need to go.
