Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 97371 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 487(@200wpm)___ 389(@250wpm)___ 325(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97371 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 487(@200wpm)___ 389(@250wpm)___ 325(@300wpm)
“Good choice, but we make it through this time. I’m not giving up my drawers in the middle, big man.”
I laugh and snatch a piece of chicken from her skewer. I pop it into my mouth and chew. She glares at me. I peck her lips.
“Let’s see you keep your hands off all this for two hours.”
She snorts. “I can hold out for an hour and fifty-one minutes,” she says pointedly.
I wink. “Challenge accepted.”
We make it through her finishing her food and about thirty minutes of the movie before she has her hands down my pants and I’m tearing her overalls off.
My wife is the sexiest woman alive. I’ve enjoyed having to maneuver around her growing belly. The positions we resorted to have become some of my favorite.
Like now, I have her leg in the air as I drive into her from behind. Her back to my front as I palm one of her tits. I look down at her ass bouncing back on me and bite my lip.
“Yeah, baby, just like that,” I breathe.
She moans and throws her head back. I capture her lips and breathe her in. She feels so good around me.
Placing my forehead to hers, I absorb her energy and give her mine. I can feel our souls connect. She cries out as I hit her spot and reach to press my hand against her sex, massaging with each thrust.
She gushes all over me and I swear my heart skips a beat as she squeezes me. As if this were the first time making love to her, it hits me.
I’ve loved this woman all my life. She has been my soul desire from the beginning. My best friend, my companion, the source of all my happiness.
I no longer regret reading her journal. It was only a mirror of my thoughts that I needed a look into. I come deep inside her as we seem to take each other’s breath, like an exchange of mind, body, and soul.
“I love you,” I groan and kiss her nose.
Chapter 45
My World
Carleen
My back has been killing me all day. I can’t find a comfortable spot. It’s a week before my due date, but I think this little guy is pushing for his arrival.
“Mi scusi, signora, tutto bene?” Isabella asks as she passes by me pacing at the top of the stairs. I’m waiting on Dario, Nonno, and Lucas to return from their outing. I opted to stay behind to take a nap.
They were only going for a walk on the property. They should be back any minute. A sharp pain runs through my back. I yelp, reaching for the banister. I drop my head between my shoulders and rock my hips back and forth, trying to breathe.
“Oh God,” whooshes from my lips.
“Signora, should I call for Signore Di Lorenzo?”
My water breaks before she can finish her words. “Yes,” I exhale.
The front door opens and Dario is the first to appear. I groan loudly and he looks up the stairs. He’s in motion before I can say a word.
“Signore, le si sono rotte le acque. Il bambino sta arrivando,” Isabella says as she takes my hand and leads me toward our room.
“I’ve got her. Nonno, please call the doctor,” he says as he scoops me up into his arms.
I cling to his neck as another contraction hits. I bury my face in his neck and hiss through my teeth. The pain is blinding.
“I’m here, baby. I’ve got you. We’re going to do this together. I won’t leave you.”
I tighten my hold, remembering when I was a little girl and he held my hand on the playground. I know I can do this with him by my side.
“I’m going to be a mother,” I whimper.
He kisses the side of my face. “The most beautiful mother in the world. We’re so lucky to have you. I can’t wait to do it again.”
“Can I get this one out first?” I groan as small pains ripple through my back.
Dario chuckles. “Too soon?”
“You think?” I cry out as a bigger pain sets in. “Oh, babe, he’s not waiting. I feel him crowning.”
He places me gently on the bed. I hold my stomach and sit with my back to the headboard. Dario tries to place a few pillows behind me.
This is really happening. Our son is really coming. Holy shit.
Everything happens in a blur after that realization comes. Soon my son is lying in my arms, and I couldn’t be happier. However, if I thought my husband was over the top in being my protector, our Matteo has taken him to all-new levels in a matter of moments.
Dario
Looking down at my wife and son, I’m looking at my entire world. I’m so proud of them both. I run the backs of my fingers over Matteo’s thick black curls. He’s a handsome kid.