Page 81 of Merciful Lies

His head is next to mine, his cheek brushing my skin, and I lean into him, tears filling my gaze as I look down at our little miracle.

“What do you want to call him?” my husband asks.

“Can we, I mean, would it be okay if his middle name is Samuel? My brother wasn’t a good guy, I know, but he was named after our grandfather, and he was a good man. Maybe this will be like giving him a second chance,” I whisper, wondering if Nico will understand or if he will hate the idea.

“Sure. Samuel, it is, but what about his first name?” my husband asks, and my heart just about explodes with love for him.

“That’s easy. His first name is Nico. Like his father,” I say, and I feel my husband’s shock as his whole body goes stiff.

He gently lifts up, turning my shoulders so I can look at him. God, I love this man.

“Yeah? You would name him after me?”

“Of course, he should have a good strong name, don’t you think?”

“Yeah, yeah,” Nico says and nods, palming the back of my neck with one hand and dropping a kiss on my forehead before he places his other hand on the baby.

“He’s hungry,” he says, smiling and I grin, lifting him to my breast for his first feeding.

“Welcome to the world, Nico Samuel Fury,” he whispers, and I feel so full right then.

Full of love. Full of hope and happiness.

CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE-NICO

Trying to reconcile my new titles is surprisingly not difficult for me. I thought it would be. But it isn’t.

I’m a father.

A husband.

The CEO of Viper Enterprises.

Owner of the Vipers’ Den.

And king of the crime syndicate known as the Vipers.

I listen intently as I leave the condo. I don’t want to wake Anna or the baby.

It’s been six weeks since we brought him home, but I know he’s still adapting to life outside the comfort of his mother’s protective womb.

Six weeks.

It’s important. The time I mean.

Yes, it has been longer than that since I’ve fucked my sweet wife. But six weeks was the number I’ve been counting down.

My body fucking vibrates with anticipation, but I press down on my growing cock unobtrusively before I flick my gaze to the guard.

He nods and I continue to walk to the elevator. Pride fills me and complete fucking devotion as I picture my wife, my brave beautiful Anna.

Six weeks.

The doc is coming over today to check on her. And, if all is good like it should be, then Anna and I can be intimate with each other.

I expect the doctor’s report around six, and I can’t fucking wait to get the all clear.

Yes, I know it’s intrusive and heavy-handed to have Anna’s doctor report to me. But I don’t give a fuck. I need to know everything about my wife.

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