You know that feeling where everything seems too good to be true, and you’re just waiting for the other shoe to drop? I’ve been feeling like that ever since I’ve told Matias I’m pregnant and he said he wanted us to be a family.
Something that is this good can’t possibly last, can it? Something has to go wrong. Matias waits on me, hand and foot. I’m not even showing yet, and he’s been massaging my back and feet every night. He has my prenatal vitamins ready to take with breakfast every morning. The sex has been fucking immaculate. He is obsessed with the fact that I’m pregnant. He constantly whispers filthy things in my ear, growling that I’m his and carrying his child.
He has turned into a primal beast, and I have to say, I don’t mind at all.
I groan, the roll of morning sickness rushing through me, and I dart to the bathroom, throwing up the fruit I had for breakfast.
“Sophie!” Matias shouts from the other side of the house, his voice distant. “Sophie!” Suddenly, his voice is closer as he rushes to me.
I don’t know how he always knows that I’m sick. It’s as if he has a sixth sense.
“Sweet Sophie, are you okay?” he presses a cold washcloth on the back of my neck, then rubs soothing circles between my shoulder blades. “I wish I could be sick for you,” he says.
“Me too.” I flush, moaning as my stomach twists again. My eyes water from agreeing with him. “I didn’t mean that. I don’t want you to be sick either. I’m sorry.” My emotions hit me hard and fast these days.
“It’s okay. Hey.” He helps me up, grabs a toothbrush and squirts toothpaste on it. “Open.”
I do as he says, and he brushes my teeth for me.
“I meant it. I hate seeing you ill, but I also love that I get to experience all of this with you. I’ll be here for you through sickness, through pain, through doubts, and happiness. If you are ill, I will take care of you. If you are happy, I’ll be happy. I’m tethered to you, Sophie Matthews. Whatever you feel, I will feel. Now, spit. That will be the only time you will ever hear me say that.”
I giggle, spitting into the sink and washing my mouth with water, but all of his kind words hit me at once and I’m crying all over again.
He chuckles. “Aw, Sophie.” And he pulls me into a tight embrace, and just holds me until the wave passes.
We stand that way for a few minutes until the rush of emotions passes.
“There we go. It’s okay. You’re so beautiful and amazing. You’re doing so well. Everything will be okay, I promise.”
I let his scent wash over me, the calm aroma of sandalwood and citrus. I inhale him deeply, rubbing my nose against his chest. The scent has the nausea fading, and I finally feel up for conquering the day.
“You smell so good.” The relief suddenly turns to lust. My hands grip to his shoulders, my lips drag against the side of his throat, and I whimper when I slide one hand down and cup his semi-hard cock. “I want you. Please,” I beg him.
His cock is fully hard now. Long, thick, and aching against my palm as I stroke him on the outside of his pants. He groans, tilting his head back, and my pussy becomes wetter, my panties slick with need.
Matias grabs my hand to stop me. “Sweet Sophie, as much as I would love to bend you over this counter and fill you with every inch of my cock, we have a doctor’s appointment we have to go to, remember? Do you want to see the doctor with my come leaking out of you?” A rumble fills his chest.
“It seems like you would like that,” I flirt, walking my fingers down his chest.
“I would. I would love to see their faces knowing you’re dripping of me, but I know you don’t want that, Sweet Sophie. What we do should remain private. After the appointment, I’ll fuck you. How does that sound?”
“But I want you now. Please,” I beg him, feeling so sexually frustrated even though he fucked me yesterday.
He spins us around until I’m pressed against the sink. His hand trickles up my bare thigh. “Oh, my Sweet Sophie needs relief. I can do that for you without letting the doctor know, good girl.” He pushes my panties to the side, sliding his fingers through my wet lips. “You’ll come on my fingers, and then later, you’ll take care of me, won’t you?”
“Yes,” I gasp. “Yes, please. I’ll do anything.”
He wastes no time. With a smirk, he gets on his knees and tugs my panties down. Lifting my leg onto his expensive, suit-covered shoulder, he hums in delight.
“Look at that pretty pussy already glistening for me. Such a needy girl.” He pushes two fingers inside me, the delicious pressure causing me to whimper. His lips part as he slides the thick digits in and out. He gives me a quick smirk before disappearing between my thighs, his mouth wrapping around my clit.
He sucks, pulling the sensitive bud between his teeth, while pumping his fingers.
“Matias, yes. Holy fuck—god, so good.” I grip the edge of the vanity, rocking my hips to get more friction.
His free hand grabs a handful of my right butt cheek, his fingers digging in so hard I know they will leave bruises. He moans around my clit, toying it between his teeth which gives me a slight pinch of pain.
I’m already so close.
I run my fingers through his hair and grab the dark roots, fisting the silky strands while I ride his face. My orgasm hits me hard and quick, rushing through my body in small waves with every pull on my clit he takes.
“Matias!” I cry when I become too sensitive.
He pulls away, his mouth shining with my slick. His tongue licks his lips and broken breaths leave me as he carefully slides his fingers free.
They are wet too, shining as if he has dipped them in honey.
He sucks them into his mouth, his eyes shutting as if he has just had the best dessert ever created.
“So sweet. The best way to start my day.” He stands, leaving me on shaking legs, and that’s when I notice his erection and the wet spot on his pants.
“Did you—”
He shuts me up with a kiss, sliding his tongue between my lips, and I can taste myself.
“I did,” he confirms. “Seeing you come sets me off, Sophie. I can’t help but lose control. Now, let’s change so we aren’t late for your appointment.”
I listen, feeling a bit smug knowing I made him come without even touching him. I’m happy as can be, humming as I tug on a pair of leggings and a loose, long-sleeve shirt that hangs off the shoulders.
I haven’t been as careful covering my scars lately; Matias makes me feel so beautiful, I haven’t felt the need to.
“Someone is feeling good after their morning orgasm,” he teases me.
“Can’t blame me when I have a man like you between my legs,” I quip.
He grabs my hand and tugs me to him. “I love hearing that you’re attracted to me.”
“Have you seen yourself? Everyone is,” I chuckle, but a second later, I become more somber. “But you’re all mine, right?”
“That’s right, Sophie. I’m all yours and I will always be yours.” He kisses my forehead and laces our hands together. “Come on. I’m excited to see what the doctor says. If we don’t leave now, we will be late.”
He practically pulls me down the hall and out the door.
An older gentleman is there with a new black SUV.
“Tony. It’s good to see you.”
Tony opens up the back door for us. “It’s better to see you two. To the doctor, we go! I’m so excited. I love babies.” He closes us in, and Matias must not miss the look on my face.
“Tony is the one who drove me to get you from jail. I hired him as my personal driver. He’s loyal, eager, and honestly, I like his energy.”
“So, he saw me at my worst,” I grumble.
“Nonsense.” He tugs me to his side. “You don’t even have a side that could be seen as bad.”
Tony lowers the partition between us. “So, are we excited? Is it too soon to know the gender? Do you care? Have you been feeling sick? I’ll tell you this,” his New York Accent is so thick, I’m having trouble understanding him. “When my Linda was pregnant, she loved ginger tea to sip on. I don’t know what it was about it, but she loved it. It really helped her feel better. Maybe you can give it a go if you want. No pressure. Just trying to help.”
I understand what Matias means. The guy is very endearing. “I think it’s too soon to tell the gender, but I am feeling sick. I’ll have to try the tea. Thank you for recommending it.”
“No problem at all. I’m happy to help in any way I can. She also really liked pickle juice. Like an actual drink, in a glass. Weirdest thing I had ever seen. I stocked up on those giant jars of pickles from the store just so she could have all the pickles and juice she wanted. It really calmed her stomach down and helped her get some much-needed rest. Now, she can’t stand pickles. The smell of them makes her sick. Weirdest thing, right?”
“She’s probably burnt out on pickles,” I chuckle. “Sounds like she had a lot of them.”
“She did. Poor woman. I hated it. I felt so helpless, you know. No good husband wants to see his wife in pain like that. Nothing I could do but be there, but I felt like it wasn’t enough.”
“It was,” I say in a hurry. “That’s all she needed.” I look at Matias and take his hand.
The conversation with Tony ended up making the drive to the doctor fast.
“I’ll be here when you get out. Good luck,” Tony tells us.
Matias helps me out of the car, wrapping an arm around my waist, and guides me to the pathway. I can’t see through the windows of the office; the tint is too dark. Matias opens the door and a bright room with light blue walls and leather couches comes to view.
It’s warm and inviting.
And we are the only ones here.
“I rented out the space. I didn’t want anyone to know we were here. I have to protect you and our children against my enemies.”
“Thank you.” I kiss the top of his hand.
“Mr. and Mrs. Milazzo?” an older woman with red hair and wrinkles around her eyes smiles at us.
I don’t bother correcting her. I know one day that will be my title.
“Doctor Griffin,” Matias greets her, before turning to me. “My brothers’ wives came to this office for their pregnancies.”
That makes me feel a little better.
“Follow me. Let’s see what’s going on, okay?”
I blow out a breath, and we follow her into the first room on the right. A table sits in the middle of the room, a large screen to the left, and a picture of a baby in the womb is hanging on the wall to the right. It smells like a hospital, sterile and cold.
“I’ll be right back. Put this gown on. I’ll give you some privacy,” Doctor Griffin says.
She leaves, and I exhale. Matias helps me undress, then slides the itchy gown on. I lie down on the table, which is softer than I imagined it would be.
“Knock, knock.” Doctor Griffin pokes her head through the door. “Are we ready? I’m going to attempt an ultrasound, then a transvaginal ultrasound, to see how far along you are, get measurements, and make sure everything is on track, okay?”
I nod, gripping Matias’s hand. “Okay.”
He pushes my hair back. “Everything will be okay.”
First, she does the ultrasound, squirting cold jelly on my stomach, and I flinch.
“Sorry. I should have warned you.”
“It’s okay.” The wand slides around my stomach.
“Mmm, I can’t see much, which tells me you aren’t six weeks yet. You’re close. I see something here.” She clicks a few buttons, zooming in. “But I think we can get a better idea with the transvaginal ultrasound, okay?”
She wipes off my stomach, and prepares the other wand, slicking it up before easing it inside me. I wince from the discomfort.
“You’re doing so well,” Matias whispers. “I’m so proud of you.”
“There we go,” the doctor announces, and Matias whips his head up to see the screen. “Right here. Looks like you’re five weeks along.” She moves the wand and tilts her head. “Well, look at that. One,” she points. “And two. Looks like you’re having twins.”
“Twins?”
“My brother and I are twins. This is… this is amazing. We’re having twins!” Matias shouts, tears filling his eyes as he kisses me. “Thank you. Thank you so much.”
“I’ll know more later on to make sure it’s twins. It’s very early, but I’m optimistic,” the doctor informs.
My chest fills with joy, then a dark cloud settles over me when I think of Michael. I’m so thankful that the restraining order is against him, but I know it won’t stop him from doing whatever he has planned.
“Marry me,” he whispers into my ear, sliding something heavy on my finger. “Marry me, Sophie.”
“Yes.” I kiss him, doing my best not to cry. “Yes, always yes.” I look down at the massive diamond, the doctor smiling at us as he drapes the gown over my exposed area.
It isn’t a romantic proposal, but the moment couldn’t be more perfect.
I’m going to marry Matias Milazzo.
And not even Michael can stop me.
