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“Yes, I do. I was forced to marry a monster, who lied to me and betrayed my trust to get what he wanted, and now that hasn’t worked out, he hates me even more than he did before.” I hold back all the tears I want to cry and remain strong.
“Your problem isn’t that.” He shakes his head and laughs coldly. “Maybe you should try looking a little deeper.”
“Deeper? Dario, what the hell are you talking about?”
“You think I’m pissed because those babies you're carrying aren’t boys.” He bites his lip and shakes his head like I’m some kind of stupid.
“Iknowyou're pissed.”
“Wrong.”
“Oh, please, don’t even try to pretend that you’ve been avoiding me since the sonogram isn’t because your precious little heirs are going to be holding purses, instead of pistols.” I toss the popcorn to one side and get up off the couch, heading for the door. I may have missed having him around today but I no longer want his company.
“Come back here,” he calls after me, but I ignore him and continue walking toward the stairs. I smile at the two guards that are standing by the front door and their faces don’t move.
“Madalina, I said get back here!” I hear the anger in his voice and now that I know the babies inside me aren’t precious to him anymore, I fear it, especially when he grabs my arm and spins me round to face him.
“Leave us!” he orders his guards, though his eyes remain focused on me.
He waits until they’ve obeyed their orders before he releases me and scrubs his hand over his face in frustration.
“You getting upset is bad for the babies,” he tells me softly.
“Like you care anymore,” I bite back at him, and when his concern turns into a confused frown he stares at me.
“You really don’t get it, do you?”
“I get it, Dario. I get how important it was for these babies to be boys. I get that you—” He cuts me off when his lips slam onto mine, forcing me back against the wall. And as his tongue rolls around mine, I suddenly realize that he’s never kissed me like this before.
“None of this is what you think it is,” he whispers.
“What are you talking about?” I force him back so I can get an explanation and when he hangs his head, I start to wonder if I’m going to like what comes next.
“I’m not ready to tell you, and I can assure you that you aren’t ready to hear it. All you need to know is that I’m happy.” His hands cradle my stomach between us. “We have two healthy, little girls, and I’m already sure they are going to have your temperament.” He looks up at me and smiles.
“But–”
“Shhhh, come upstairs and let me draw you a bath.” He drops his hand into mine and as he leads me up the stairs, there’s a look on his face that tells me not to question him. It’snot out of fear but sympathy, that I comply. I don’t know what has gotten into the man today, but I feel the adoration that he has for our babies and just lately I’m starting to wonder if maybe there’s a little there for me too.
DARIO
“Madalina,” I call through the house as I step through the front door. I’ve only been away from her for a night and I’ve made a promise to myself that it’s the last overnight trip I’ll be making until after the babies come. All I thought about while I was away was her, and them. I see or hear no sign of her so I march through the house and go in search.
“Madal–” I smile to myself when I find her curled up on the couch sleeping, the book that’s open flat against her chest is the one I’ve been reading in preparation for the babies getting here, and the fact she’s a good halfway through it confirms what I’ve been thinking.
Madalina is coming around to the idea of these babies.
I gently lift up the book and place it on the coffee table, then being careful not to disturb her I pull back the blanket that covers her, so I can see if she’s grown.
The tee she’s wearing is far too tight for her now, but she’s too stubborn to give up wearing it, so it rises up over her midriff and shows off that beautiful bump I’ve given her.
“Did you guys miss me?” I whisper as I place my palm onits surface and press two kisses against her skin. Madalina is seventeen weeks pregnant and although all the books say it’s unlikely to feel any movement from the outside until she’s past twenty, I’m hoping my baby girls are going to defy more odds and prove the books wrong. Madalina tells me she feels flutters and little jolts inside her all the time and, although it makes me jealous, I love hearing how excited her voice gets when she speaks about it.
“You’re back?” Her voice comes out groggy and when I look up, I can’t tell if she’s happy to see me or disappointed. The only time I ever really know what this girl is thinking is when I’m giving her pleasure and she can’t hide it.
“I took care of business as quickly as I could so I could come back early.” I smile up at her. That's all I’m prepared to say on the matter, I don’t want her to know that Gregory Samson from Chicago got one hell of a lucky break. My father wanted him to suffer for days, but I put an end to his misery way sooner, just so I could get home to them.
“You look tired.” I stroke tiny circles over her belly, knowing how much she likes how it feels, even if she refuses to admit it.
