Page 61 of Stolen Christmas
It’s my favorite time of year. It’s a whole lot different when you’re not trudging through the snow or standing on a freezing platform, counting your damn dollars. I’m in the back of the SUV with our newborn son as we head over to my in-laws to meet some family members. Luca is already there, having gone ahead to handle some important business with his cousin. I roll my eyes because their business shouldn’t be conducted on Christmas.
As Marco pulls into the property, I’m greeted by my husband, who is standing outside with a smile on his face. “Mrs. D’Antonio, it appears the boss is anxious for his family.”
“He is.” Luca opens the door for me instead of waiting for Marco to get it.
“Please be careful. It’s a bit icy even though it’s shoveled.”
“Thank you, Marco.”
“I’ve got my family. Go ahead and head home to enjoy the rest of the day with yours.”
“Yes, sir. Merry Christmas.”
“You, too.” Luca picks up our son, Luciano Samuel D’Antonio inside his car seat and slides his bag over his shoulder as well. “Come on, little guy. We have an entire family ready to meet you.” He’s nearly three months old, a sturdy little guy.
We spend three hours with Luca’s family before the baby and I both need to lie down. Breastfeeding a newborn is taking a toll on me. Raul’s mother brushes the hair out of my face. “Angel, you need to eat more,” his zia says. She looks to Lucaand adds, “She needs her strength. That baby is a big boy. Three months old? He looks like he’s six or seven months.”
“I know.”
“Tell Luca to stop drinking all the baby’s milk,” Raul chimes in, eating a piece of pie.
His mother snatches the pie from his hands. “Hey, that was mine. It’s the last piece.”
“That’s what you get for being a pig.” She hands it to me. “Here you go. Eat.” I was eyeing that pie the moment they set it out, but I didn’t want to overindulge. Having a baby isn’t the kindest on my figure.
“Eat, love, you need it. You’ve lost so much weight since the baby,” Luca insists. He lifts me onto his lap and wraps his arms around me, whispering in my ear so only I know what he’s saying. “I already know you’re worried about your weight, and you better stop or I’m going to spank the fuck out of that fine ass of yours. You’re thinner than when I met you, and I didn’t even think that was possible.”
“But the…stretch…”
“Enough. Eat, before I take you in the other room and put another baby in you.” He cuts a piece with the side of the fork and then scoops it before raising it to my lips.
“I don’t think that’s much of a stretch. You’re always trying to do that.” I bite it off and swallow.
“That’s my good girl. Damn, you make me want to lay you out and eat you up.”
“Not here, you sick, twisted bastard. We don’t need a show. Well, I personally wouldn’t mind,” Raul chuckles.
“I’m about to kill you,” Luca growls.
“Do you boys ever quit?” my mother-in-law asks.
“Never.”
“Raul, can you stop flirting with my sister,” Noah adds, coming into the living room with his own slice of pie.
“Hey, where did you get that?”
“Oh, I saved it.” He laughs and then sits down and enjoys it.
About an hour later, we are all bundled up and back in our vehicle heading back to the house. I feed the baby again before Luca helps me change him and lays him down. My crazed mobster has come a long way.
“I need you naked, Wife,” he growls.
“Don’t be getting too damn loud in there. Some of us just finished eating.”
“That dungeon prison is calling your name again,” Luca roars, stomping out of our bedroom to find my brother, who takes off running and laughing. Well, he has a way to go.
Luca
