Page 18 of Pregnant By the Good Guy

“Alright so are we doing this?” I ask. He doesn’t answer right away so I turn and see him texting on his phone. He looks very intense. Deciding to mind my own business, I finish putting my shoes on and grab my wallet. “Hey, I’m going to head out.” I tell him, thinking about getting home before Mari. I walk out thedoor not worried about him responding when he comes running after me.

“Wait up man. Sorry about that. I was securing our ride to Vegas.” His smile is a mile wide, and I wait for him to spill. When he says nothing else, I have to ask. “Is it legal?” He looks at me like I have lost my mind.

“What the fuck kind of question is that?” he deadpans. I know he’s right he would never put Mila in danger but shit, I have a right to know.

“Well tell me something asshole.”

“Last year, a woman named Maria and her sister-in-law Ginger, and their two kids Matilde and Tesoro were on their way to Connecticut for the debut of a new artist. Maria said she decided to drive herself. Well they caught a flat. My dad’s shop was closed, and I was coming off a twelve-hour shift because two of our mechanics called off.

She was calling around to shops asking for help, but none showed up. I could hear the desperation in her voice when she called ours and I heard the little girls. I went and towed their car, bringing all of them back to the shop. She recognized we were closed and thanked me.”

“I still don’t understand.” I tell him, waiting for the part of the story that answers my question.

“She called her husband and told him how I was taking care of them and how sweet I was on account of me giving them some snacks and the girls my deck of Uno cards to entertain them. When he asked to speak to me, he thanked me and told me he owed me. I tried to refuse but he wouldn’t hear of it and that is when he told who he was. Alberto Vitali.” My head jerks back. Everyone knows who he is. He is a prolific mob boss.

“Holy shit. You have a favor from a Vitali?” My head is spinning right now. Vitali’s are widely known but mostly as hitmen.

“Yeah I know. I told myself I would forget about it. That is one debt you might want to forget about but for our girls, I gladly texted him and asked if we could use his jet for a day or two.” My initial reaction is to say hell no, but then my mind goes to Mari and how much she would love this, and I find myself agreeing.

“Fuck. Do it before I change my mind.” Nodding, he walks away from me to confirm. Standing there, I can’t help but picture how beautiful she is going to look waiting for me at the altar with Elvis. How fucking sexy she is going to look with nothing but my ring on her finger. Shit. My cock is waking up just thinking about it.

“Well it’s done,” he says, bringing me back to the now. He will send a car to bring us to one of his airstrips at nine. Now let’s just hope the girls are ready for it.

Driving back to the apartment, I ask Jacob if he needs to stop anywhere but he declines. We both agree that the girls are going to come back soon.

Once we get to the apartment, he and I begin trying to come up with our argument when the door opens, and they both walk in. Mari notices the bags first. I hear her lean towards Mila and whisper, ““Do you know what is going on?” Mila is shaking her head with a confused look on her face.

“Not even a little bit.”

“Shit. You both were not supposed to be back yet. Where are your bags?” Jake asks, walking towards Mila.

“We had a run in with the sister of Mari’s ex and we just wanted to come right home.” Hearing that sends my protective instincts in overdrive. I walk straight to her and start checking her over.

“Are you okay baby? Did she do anything to you?”

“Calm down Royce. I’m fine. She just caught me off guard.” Nodding, I pull her into my arms and hold her reminding myself that she is safe and alright.

“Why didn’t you call me, Mila? I would have come to get you both,” Jake asks her.

“Same here,” I chime in.

“We know. We just wanted to get out of there and get home to you two.” Mila begins to cry, and Jake immediately backtracks and apologizes for being upset. Sucker.

“Fuck baby, I’m sorry. I’m not mad at you, just worried. Please stop crying, you know how it fucks with me.” She buries her head in his chest and nods. I don’t miss the grin she shoots Mari, and I chuckle to myself. These damn girls got us by the balls, but you know what, I don't give a shit. I will give her anything she asks for.

“Well if you want to make it up to us, we would like to skip the prom. Neither of us want to go. We just want to be with you two, have a movie marathon and eat junk food.” Mari says. Jake and I look at one another and smile because this couldn’t have worked out any better.

“That is actually perfect because we were not planning to take you to the dance anyway,” I say, chuckling.

Without elaborating Jake speaks. “How about you ladies pack a weekend bag and come with us?'' He holds his hand out to Mila, and she smiles.

We tell them to pack dresses. Fancy ones which raise their eyebrows, but they do as we ask. I might have whispered in Mari’s ear to bring some of that lingerie I bought her last month. Her face blushed before she walked to the back with Mila.

Thirty minutes later we are on the plane flying to our future. The girls have no idea where we are headed but I don't think they care. They are more excited about the snack bar that apparently has all the things a pregnant woman needs.

“This is amazing,” Mila says, kissing Jake on his cheek.

“How did you do this?” Mari asks. I point to Jake.

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