Page 32 of Once Upon A Christmas Kiss
Antonella pulls back, her lips turn up, and her warm brown eyes sparkle.
“Baby, I know that you want some, but we need to go see the Baby.”
“Yeah, I know, but fuck, I will never get enough of you.”
“I’m counting on that,” Antonella whispers, running her finger over my lower lip.
I pull her, giving her a quick kiss.
“Let’s go,” I say, taking her hand, lacing our fingers.
“Yes,” Antonella says, grabbing her coat and purse.
We’re finally on our way; as we walk out of the elevators, I shake my head and smirking, looking around the parking lot.
Fuck, it’s a miracle we made it out of my room.
I help Ella into the car; I get into the driver's seat whispering.
Daddy’s coming, my sweet baby girl
I hear Antonella say my name.
Nicola
As I start the car, I turn my head her way.
“I’m glad that you got a car,” Antonella says, looking at my new car.
“Yeah, the truck was having issues with the engine, so I decided to get the car. Please give me directions or enter the address in the GPS,” I say, pulling out of the parking lot.
“Will do; I don’t really know my way around Sacramento; we usually stay at my Zia’s house,” Antonella says, reaching to enter the address.
“Baby Girl, we have so much to do. But, first, we need to set a date for the wedding and get a house.”
“Oh yeah, that sounds like fun,” Antonella squeals.
“But I don’t want to wait forever for the wedding; I want it as fast as possible,” I say, glancing at her.
I love watching her when she’s happy; I love the sparkle in her eyes and the soft flush that covers her face.
My Baby Girl is incredibly beautiful, and she’s even more so now that she has had the baby. I’m so damn lucky.
We get to the address, the Christmas lights are bright, illuminating the house. I pull along the side of the street, turning off my car staring at the home.
“Baby, come on, let’s get inside. I can’t wait for you to meet Nicoletta.”
I look at Antonella, my lips turn up, and I open the door to get out. I walk over to open her door, helping her out, pulling her into my arms.
“Thank you for loving me. Thank you for having my baby, and thank you for believing in me, in our love.”
“Oh my God, Nicola, you’re my world; you own my heart and soul. I will never let you go, so don’t ever fucking forget it; you’re mine, and I’m putting the fucking ball and chain,” Antonella says, throwing back her head, the laughter emitting from deep in her chest.
“Yeah, you can say that, but I don’t care. The ball and chain sound fucking awesome,” I say, taking her hand.
We walk up to the house, and I hear the laughter and music booming through the window panes. Antonella grabs the doorknob opening the front door; we walk into the house.
The talking stops, and they all turn to stare at me.
