Page 81 of Fatal Sloth

Before she can finish her question, I grip her chin, capturing her lips in a hungry kiss. When we finally break apart, breathless and flushed, I meet her eyes, my heart pounding. "You did nothing wrong, Mia," I tell her firmly. "None of this is on you."

"Bash," she breathes, her low whisper sending blood straight to my dick.

"I'm sorry you had to go through this," I tell her, my hand going to her belly. "And I'm sorry to you too, little guy." My heart swells with love and protectiveness. "I'm not a saint, but I promise I'll always treat you and our little guy right," I whisper, my hand still resting protectively on her stomach.

She starts to reply, but her stomach interrupts with a loud growl, breaking the tension and amusing everyone in the car.

"Looks like our little beast needs some food." I chuckle, giving her belly a playful pat. "Enzo, find a place to stop so we can grab something to eat."

Mia shakes her head stubbornly. "No, I can wait. Let's just get home so the doctor can check your wound," she insists.

"Piccolina, I'm the boss, remember? I call the shots," I remind her, a hint of amusement in my voice.

"Well, yes, but you did tell me that if anything ever happens to you, I'm in charge. And getting shot is something, so I'm the boss," she retorts. "Enzo, please drive us home," Mia says, asserting her authority.

Enzo lets out a laugh. "You got it, Boss Lady," he adds with a wink.

I'm lying in bed in my downstairs guest room, which has been temporarily turned into a makeshift hospital room. The sting of the antiseptic fills my nostrils as the doctor works diligently to patch me up after pulling the bullet out. Each pull of the thread sends a jolt of pain through my upper body, but I grit my teeth and bear it, letting out a sigh of relief when he ties off the last stitch.

Mia hasn't left my side for a second, her hand clasped firmly in mine. "Go feed you and the baby. Dr. Harlow is on her way to check on you both," I tell her.

"I'm fine. Plus, Enzo is ordering food for everyone," she responds, and right on cue, Enzo walks in.

"The food has been ordered and it’s on the way. I got everything you asked for," he says to Mia.

"What did you order?" I ask. After he lists off the amount of food he ordered, I look at him questioningly.

"Don't look at me. The Boss Lady requested I order enough to feed every soldier here, including the two other families who are here with our men, who were injured tonight," he says.

Before I can tell her that she doesn't need to do that, she looks at me. "If they are willing to risk their lives for me and our baby, I can feed them," she declares. "But you don't—" she cuts me off.

"I can and I will," she says.

I can hear Enzo laughing behind us. "I think I like her," he says before walking out of the room. The doctor excuses himself with Enzo, leaving Mia and me alone.

I feel a pang of regret for my earlier outburst, knowing I let my emotions get the better of me. "I'm sorry, Mia," I say sincerely. "I should have never said any of that to you. I'm just an ass who’s afraid that I’ll let you down, that you’ll wake up one day and realize you can do so much better."

Mia, ever understanding, reassures me in her gentle voice. "The only way you could let me down is by not trying," she says.

Her unwavering faith in me helps me realize just how much I love her. "I'm not exactly sure when it happened, but I love you, Mia Morelli. I love you with everything I have, and I will do everything in my power to keep you and our son safe," I tell her, laying all of my feelings out on the table.

"But what if it’s a girl?" she asks. Mia's playful banter brings a smile to my face, a brief escape from the friction surrounding us.

"I’ll keep her safe, too, but I have a feeling this one is a boy. He's a strong one."

"That's exactly why I think it's a girl," she jokes back, and I admire my wife's strength and resilience.

"You always know how to lighten the mood, Piccolina," I say. She grins mischievously, and I pull her close, resting my forehead against hers. "Am I forgiven?"

I need to hear her say that she forgives me, and I swear I will spend every single day of my life making sure she never regrets giving me another chance.

She sits on my lap, her body pressing against mine, my dick coming to life underneath her. She wraps her arms around my neck, her fingers trailing lightly over my skin as she looks me right in the eyes. "You’re forgiven," she says before I lock my lips over hers.

She begins grinding herself on me, her movements igniting a fire between us. But our moment is short-lived when Enzo knocks, announcing the food will be ready in five minutes.

I thought we would finish this later, until Mia shocks the hell out of me. "Finish what you fucking started. You have four and a half minutes. Make me come," she demands, her eyes smoldering with raw desire.

A smirk tugs at the corners of my lips at her boldness. “I love it when you talk dirty to me, Piccolina.”

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