Page 53 of A Dark Mafia Christmas

“Hormones.” I sniff loudly.

He smiles. “I’ll get you some water.”

“I’d prefer champagne.”

He leans closer and kisses me on the lips. “A small one. I don’t want my girls getting drunk in there.”

I hear the soft pop of a cork, and Emmett returns with a half-filled crystal champagne flute. Before I’ve taken my first sip, the party guests start arriving, filling the hotel lobby with conversation and laughter.

“That’s us.” Emmett helps me onto my feet. “We’re on.”

The evening passes in a blur of conversation and excited murmurs of appreciation as we give friends, family, and neighbors a guided tour of the rooms.

Fianna looks as if she is floating around the rooms, Connor by her side, her face glowing as she opens door after door, and tries to view the rooms from a visitor’s perspective. They are breathtakingly beautiful. I know I’m biased, but this is the kind of hotel I would choose to stay in if I was visiting Ireland, and I’m so proud of what we’ve achieved in just nine months. We’ve set up a board in the dining room with before-and-after photographs, and the guests’ reactions make my heart swell with joy.

I don’t have any more practice contractions, and I forget all about it as the party grows louder, music filling the reception area from discreet speakers set up behind the front desk.

“Happy?” Emmett has joined me outside the hotel where I’m trying to cool down in the gentle evening breeze.

I smile at him. I don’t need to say the words out loud. Emmett knows what I’m thinking before I do a lot of the time.

He kisses me on the lips as something inside me seems to give and my water breaks, splashing his shiny black shoes, and creating a puddle outside the hotel entrance.

“Emmett…” I grip his hand tightly, panic crashing through me and making it hard to breathe.

He peers down at the damp ground, his brow furrowed. Then realization rearranges his features into a wide smile. “Hey, it’s okay, Mary. I’m here.”

“I’m…” I don’t want to say the words out loud.

I don’t want to admit that I’ve kept myself busy for nine months so that I didn’t have to think about this moment. Because I’m scared. I’m not scared of giving birth. I’m scared that I won’t be the mom our daughters deserve, that I’ll let them down at some point, and they’ll have to grow a tough shell behind which to hide themselves away from the world. The way I had to.

As if reading my mind, Emmett takes my hands in his and lowers his head so that our eyes are level. “You are going to be the best mom ever, Mary. Our daughters are going to be loved more than any other children have ever been loved in the history of time because they have you, and me.”

I nod, sniffing back tears. “I love you.”

“I love you too, Mary. Come on, let’s get ready to meet our daughters.”

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Gwen

“Well goddamn, darlin’,you keep spinning like that you might just take my whole paycheck,” Jacob, a regular with graying hair and a worn smile, yells to me.

I roll my hips, arching my back while I slide down the pole. My black curls cascade over my shoulder, and a sultry smile spreads across my lips.

“Baby,” I purr, swinging my hair over my shoulder. I slide to the floor and crawl closer to the balding man holding a wad of 5’s, “it’ll be the best check you’ve ever spent.”

He howls like a maniac, and his friends happily shower me with bills.That’s right, keep them coming. Your paycheck will definitely put me ahead of payments for Mason.

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