Page 121 of The Lieutenant

“I did not. I wouldn’t do that because I know you’d kill me.”

I glanced at Dimitrios, noticing a sparkle in his eyes. “Then please, what else do we have to celebrate?”

The two lovebirds looked at each other and for a very possessive reason, I wrapped my arm around Kara’s waist.

“We have news,” Willow said. She looked at the love of her life who nodded.

“You tell it.”

“We’re pregnant.” Willow wrinkled her brow as she waited for reactions.

My mother reacted first, squealing from delight. “That’s wonderful!”

“We weren’t going to say anything since I’m only about seven weeks along, but I think I’d burst if I kept the news to myself.” Willow was beaming.

“That’s wonderful, bro,” I told the Boss.

He was equally as thrilled as his wife, his face positively glowing from the joy he felt.

There were congratulations all around.

I cleared my throat. “Well, we have some news as well.”

“You’re getting married,” Christos offered.

“Not yet. We’re talking about it.” I had to laugh. We’d talked and she hadn’t agreed. Yet.

But I was wearing her down.

“Then what?” Pops asked. “Let’s keep this party going.”

Kara grinned. “I think you’re going to have two babies appear in our little world about the same time.”

“Two?” Pops asked. Then his eyes opened wide. “Kara?”

“Yes, I’m pregnant as well. I find it hard to believe.” She laughed nervously as I squeezed her closer.

Families could be difficult to deal with, often more of a pain in the ass, but I was lucky to have been born into the one I was. As everyone rallied around both women who’d dropped into our lives, I knew I’d finally found my place in the world.

Right beside the woman I loved.

“This is a day for celebration!” my father declared.

Jonas popped into the room, looking sheepish in doing so. “Boss,” he said to me. “We have company.”

“Who?” I was furious with the interruption.

“Don Coppola and a few of his men.”

The four men in the family looked at each other, but my final gaze was into Kara’s eyes. “Your decision as to whether you want the interruption. This is your special day.”

“Send him in,” she said. “I want to hear what he has to say.”

She’d remained rattled about being kidnapped, but as I’d expected, she turned it into another part of her exposés. Yet I knew the one thing that continued to rain down on her mind.

Her mother’s death.

I nodded to Jonas and only a minute later, the four men walked in. In Lorenzo’s hand was an envelope.

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