"This father and son…" I walked down the steps, placing him down when Dante tilted his head and patted my stomach.
"Two baby."
My eyes widened as I looked at Alejandro, my heart thudding. We had recently planned to have another one… but… everyone fell silent, and even Leo was listening curiously as Alejandro came over to me, crouching down as he placed his ear next to my stomach. His hands ‘coincidentally’ landed on my ass.
No one spoke, everyone’s hearts thudding in anticipation.
"Well fuck…"
I looked down at him, my own chest rising and falling heavily.
"Is there…"
"He aint wrong; it's so fucking faint though… barely catchable... But you are pregnant and there are two." Alejandro said, standing up.
His eyes wide as they met mine, he cupped my face before his lips met mine in a passionate kiss. I could feel his heart racing, as was my own, we kissed deeply before breaking apart.
"Congratulations." Rafael said, grinning in excitement.
"I hope it’s a girl!" Raihana said excitedly as everyone congratulated me.
"No way, boys." Alejandro said firmly.
"Baby girls." Dante stated as he tugged at the tinsel.
Everyone fell silent again, and I looked at him. I knew Dante had some aspect of my power as well as his fathers. He still wore the amulet to suppress his aura, but when I took it off, it was clear that it was growing stronger. It wasn’t the first time he had predicted something. It awed and terrified me that he seemed so much more advanced than my ability was.
Raihana was the first to shriek in excitement, and Alejandro just looked stunned.
"Well, I guess you two will have another two to attend your wedding." Maria smiled.
We had planned our wedding for next December.
I simply nodded, my stomach fluttering with the nerves wondering if Dante was right, was I carrying two baby girls?
"Ok guys, shall we get back to decorating? Dad can you help?!" Raihana complained, casting me a smile.
"Yes, I think you men need to pull your weight." I added.
"We did do the outside." Marcel stated unhappily.
"You should go sit." Alejandro told me before scooping me up and carrying me to the lounge.
"I’m fine, seriously!"
"You should obey your king." He said, arrogantly.
I rolled my eyes,
"Shouldn’t you obey me?"
"No, I should worship you." He replied kissing me softly. Like always he took my breath away.
I didn’t argue as he placed me on the sofa and, instead of going to help, he dropped onto the sofa and placed his head in my lap. I smiled as I ran my fingers through his hair. This was a position he loved, one he often took after a long day of work, and one I knew he’d miss when my belly began growing.
"Damn I love the fucking view from here…" He remarked pinching my nipple.
"Ouch!" I gasped, pouting despite the fact that it sent pleasure coursing through me.