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“You’re perfect.” I look down at the sticky mess I’ve made of my wife and have to bite my lip to stop myself from growling. “How does that feel, pretty girl?” I tap the side of her belly, proudly.
“Good, actually. It feels like it's tightening, maybe it’ll be better than the oil Serena got me for stretch marks.” She makes us both laugh as I flop myself onto the bed beside her and catch my breath.
“Dario,” she whispers my name after a few minutes of silence.
“Yes?” I roll onto my side, propping my head up with onehand while the other rests on her tummy. I went a little rougher on her than usual tonight, but when I felt some shifting going on beneath its surface, I knew everyone was alright.
“I just…” She bursts into tears and, having no idea why, I suddenly start to panic.
“What’s wrong, did I hurt you? Madal–.”
“You didn’t hurt me,” she interrupts, shaking her head, still sobbing as more tears fall onto her cheeks. “I just feel so overwhelmed, I never thought I’d say this, and don’t you dare laugh.” She wipes her eyes and looks up at the ceiling to compose herself.
“I just love you so much, and I’m so happy right now, it doesn’t feel real.” I don’t laugh at her, but I can’t hide the smile I make as I take her hand and place it where mine is resting.
“Do you feel that?” I know she can feel the babies moving on the inside but they are getting even stronger outside now, I could spend hours watching her stomach move.
“I do.” She nods her head.
“They’re real,thisis real and I will do everything to ensure that you stay this happy for the rest of your life.” I lean in to kiss her.
“Thank you for trying to help Nic, I know he’s hard work, and he’s rude, but he means a lot to me.”
“Which is why he’s not dead.” She laughs like I’m making a joke and I decide to allow her to think it, Madalina and I are in a good place right now, and I won’t let anything jeopardize that.
MADALINA
Dario isn’t lying beside me when I wake up and I figure he’s either gone for one of his runs or left early to speak to his father. After a few minutes of being lazy, I drag myself out of bed and head for the shower. Last night turned out to be very insightful and the more I learn about my husband the more I fall for him. What he did for Nic was a huge deal and I must speak to my brother and remind him to be more respectful.
I find something to wear and dry my hair before heading down for breakfast and when I arrive at the dining room and see both Mr. DeMarco and Cassio sitting at the breakfast table, I stop in my tracks.
“Oh, erm… Good morning.” I suddenly feel like an imposter.
“I take it you slept well? Coffee?” Cassio holds up the percolator.
“She can’t drink coffee, dumbass.” Dario’s voice comes from behind me and when I feel his hand grab my ass I quickly turn to face him. He’s still sweaty from his run and the way it makes his strong muscular arms glisten makes me swallow thickly.
“I wondered where you were.” I kiss him, not caring too much about the fact we have an audience.
Mr. DeMarco clears his throat and I quickly spin back around and make my way toward the table like a delinquent child. Dario pulls out my chair for me and pours my juice the same way he does every morning and I smile up at him gratefully before he takes his own seat.
“You do know she’s pregnant and not ill?” His father spits out his words, turning the atmosphere sour.
“There’s nothing wrong with a husband wanting to take care of his wife.” Dario glares across the table at him and I can tell by his tone that he’s holding something back.
“A wife is supposed to take care of her husband.” The old man grumbles as he stabs his fork into his breakfast.
“In case you haven’t noticed, Madalina is busy taking care of something else.” Dario leans over and pats my tummy affectionately and I try to ignore the look of disgust his father gives him.
“I think it’s nice that he’s taking care of you,” Cassio pipes up.
“Yes, well, no one asked for your opinion. I’m sure you two can exchange tips when you find your own wife to knock up,” Thadeo scolds his son.
“Have you got something you want to get off your chest?” Dario slams down his coffee and stares at his father harshly.
“It just so happens, I do. Last night you let Nicolas Conte disrespect you in front of half our district leaders.”
“I damn near broke his arm. What did you want me to do, slit his throat?”
