Page 191 of Devil Mine

He nods, a euphoric smile lighting up his face.

“You’re pregnant,” he confirms. “The doctors discovered it when they were running tests. Thankfully, the bullet didn’t go anywhere near your uterus, so the baby wasn’t harmed. You’re only about one month along so they thought you might not even know.”

“I– I didn’t,” I stutter. “I would have told you if I knew. I can’t believe it. Did… I mean, are you happy about it?”

“Happy? I’mecstatic. I’ve been wanting to get you pregnant since the first time I fucked you, remember?”

He bends his head and drops a lingering kiss on my belly.

“I thought you were kidding.”

“No,amor,” he replies, coming back to a seated position and wrapping his other arm around me. “I’ve always known it was you. Since that very first day.”

I run my fingers lovingly through his hair. “I’m sorry it took me a while to catch up.”

“Don’t be.” He presses his forehead against mine and breathes his next words contentedly. “You were worth the wait,amor.”

The End

Epilogue

Six Years Later

“Mummy,” Theo whines, reaching for me.

Cassie swoops him into her arms before I can turn from the mirror.

“Mummy can’t hold you right now, baby, she’s getting ready. Why don’t we play with Lola and Rafe?”

Theo pouts. “I’m not a baby. I’m five years old.” He holds up all five fingers to prove what a big age that is. “Rafael’s the baby and he doesn’t do anything. He’s boring.”

Cassie laughs and sets him back down.

“What about going to find your cousins, love?” Nera asks, sweeping into the room. “They’re with your Uncle Tristan.”

“They’re also babies. I’m a big boy compared to them.”

I turn from the mirror with a smile. “Yes, you are. You’re my big boy,” I say, bending to kiss his cheek.

Theo’s chest puffs out proudly in response, looking every inch like his father when he’s that pleased with himself.

Valentina and Dagny walk in with their husbands and Theo’s eyes light up.

“Nina!” he exclaims.

Valentina crouches and opens her arms wide. “My little man!”

He runs and throws himself into her waiting arms.

“Traitor,” Dagny mutters under her breath. Her husband wraps an arm around her shoulders and chuckles. “He’s not supposed to have favorites.”

“Yourlittle man?” Valentina’s husband questions.

She stands and turns to face him with my son held in her arms. “You are not acting territorial over what our five year old nephew calls me.”

“Maybe I am,” he purrs, cupping her cheek. “Maybe we need to go back to our room so I can put a boy inside you.”

The door opens once more and Cassie’s husband stalks into the room, walking past the bantering couple as his gaze finds hers.

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