Page 24 of Bound to the Mafia Guard

“There’s two lines. Which I assume means positive?”

My eyes flew open. I had neglected to bring the instructions with me, so of course he didn’t know what he was looking at. “Yes. Two lines is pregnant.”

“Then we’re pregnant.” Trev’s grin widened, his white teeth flashing brightly.

I leapt into his arms. “Holy shit!”

Dr. Nindy laughed. “I thought that might be the case. You Ferrinis seem to be a fertile bunch. Hop up on to the bed. We’ll get some vital signs and talk over what your care will look like.”

It didn’t take long for her to do the exam. It was too early for an ultrasound, but I was able to get my prenatal vitamins and set up my appointments for the next several months.

I laced my fingers into Trev’s as we walked out of the room. The two of us were on cloud nine knowing that we were taking the next step forward in our lives.

13

TREV

“What about this one?” Rowan turned his laptop toward me. The screen was illuminated with another set of living room furniture, this time in green.

I squinted hard, trying to find the difference between this set and the previous five sets. “I like green,” I said.

His lips pursed. “It’s a whole different style. This has a more Victorian feel than some of the more modern, boxy, overly plush sofas. Is that something you’d like? Or are they too fancy? I don’t want our furniture to be off-putting. People should be comfortable in our home.”

I set my phone beside me, giving him my full attention. “Rowan, love, I can honestly say that I have zero preference when it comes to furniture—except for maybe that it’s comfortable. It could be a shit-brown color with rips all over the place, and I wouldn’t care, as long as when I sit down at night, I feel comfortable. Please, when I say pick out whatever you want, I really mean it.” Thank goodness for online shopping, or else he would be dragging me to all the furniture stores. And I would go, if it meant that my omega was happy.

He grinned. “I appreciate your honesty. This should be a joint decision. You don’t care if I pick it out on my own?”

Four days ago, we had put in an offer on the house we both liked. That had been a joint decision, and now Rowan was working on outfitting the place with everything we could possibly need. Turned out there was a lot that went into picking out things for houses. Luckily he hadn’t mentioned any repainting, though he had noted that he wanted the bathroom remodeled eventually.

That one I could get behind. A bigger shower meant we could both fit in there…

The decorative decisions I didn’t much care about. “I’ll have preferences on the television—size and placement.”

He rolled his eyes.

“And the bedroom furniture, of course. I want a big bed. Maybe one of those four-poster beds, so that we can hook up some of those straps. I can strap you down.”

Rowan giggled. “I will take that into consideration. You can be in charge of outfitting the basement then, with whatever you want for your gym area.”

“Perfect. See? Compromise.” I kissed his cheek.

My phone pinged, and I picked it up, my brow furrowed as I read over the text Cord had sent. “Do you need to go to class this week?” I asked Rowan.

“Of course,” Rowan said. “I need to go to class every week.”

“Right. But maybe you can skip this one.”

He blanched. “Why? Do you have a hot date in mind? ‘Cause I’m on board with that. But I can’t ditch just for the fun of it. We’re well into the semester now.”

I shook my head. “No. Cord said that Brutus has been spotted in the city twice now—confirmed sightings from reliable sources. I don’t want you out and about needlessly.”

“I have things to do. I can’t just?—”

“It’s dangerous. You can’t leave the mansion.” My voice came out firm, fueled by the fear of what would happen if Brutus knew that Rowan had identified him as one of his captors. I’d heard horror stories of what Brutal Brutus did to omegas. The fact that my Rowan had been so close to him for so long sent shivers down my spine.

Rowan sat back against the leather sofa. We were lounging in the library at Andro’s. He had been popping between doing his homework and shopping for furniture. Although the past hour had been fully dedicated to shopping. He crossed his arms, and he narrowed his eyes. The daggers he stared at me might as well have been real.

“Oh, I can’t leave the mansion, huh?”

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