Page 41 of Mafia Wedding

"No more, Bailey."

"Please."

But nothing I say seems to reach him.

"E-Even if you don't think you can love me again, I just want to be with you."

My tears keep falling while I wait for him to speak.

Is it really over?

Can I never make him believe me again?

I'm about to turn away when familiar hands grip my shoulders, and a sob escapes me as Stelios spins me back to face him, and his mouth crashes down on mine.

MY GRANDFATHER AND Theía are on their way down when Stelios and I finally make it back to the house.

"All good now?" Papou asks.

"Never been better actually," my husband drawls. "Bailey and I have talked everything out, and we've both decided to proceed with our original plan."

Theía frowns. "What plan?"

"To have a baby," Stelios says easily. "We're actually going to work on making one right now, so...I trust you and Astro won't mind seeing yourselves out?"

My grandfather is still choking as we walk past them, and Theía looks as if she'd rather jump into a burning lake than ever hear another thing about my sex life.

I know I promised Stelios I'd take my "punishment" for lying to him like a good little girl, but can't my punishment be something that's just between the two of us?

I'm about to ask him this as soon as we're back inside our bedroom, but before I can even speak, my husband is already throwing something my way.

"Catch!"

As much as I hate admitting this, my reflexes have indeed truly improved because of his training, and I actually manage to catch his phone at the first attempt.

Hmm.

Stelios has his phone open on his web browser, and a smile wobbles to my lips. It feels like ages ago since I clicked on this article.

"Are you really buying this?" I ask teasingly. "Sex positions and pregnancy?"

"It wouldn't hurt to be thorough," Stelios counters with a shrug, "and that's why I think we should try #3."

Huh?

My gaze rapidly skim the rest of the article until I finally reach #3.

The wheelbarrow?

I click on the link for a GIF tutorial, and my eyes widen when I finally realize what this 'position' is all about.

Holy!

Craaaaap!

I try to make a run for it, but it's too late.

His fingers catch my wrist as he forces me to spin back to face him. "Where do you think you're going, wife?"

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