Page 44 of Maid For The Mafia Informant

“Sorry babe, I didn’t mean to bring it up again,” Ben says softly.

He pouts after a moment, holding up more food, which I take from his breakfast fork.

“Are you trying to make me fatter?” I protest, sniffing back tears and changing the subject, a topic I know grinds Ben’s gears.

My weight.

He makes a face where his eyes bulge and he puffs his cheeks, looking like I’ve said the most insulting thing I could to the man.

It always makes me laugh because I know how he likes to punish me for bringing it up.

Any time he hears me talking down about myself, about my size. I always know what’s coming.

“That’s it!” he says with mock seriousness, throwing down his fork with a clatter and pushing the plates aside.

I start to squeal, my heart racing as I pretend to beg him not to.

“Ben… no, I’m sorry… I didn’t mean it,” I gasp, even putting the back of my palm to my forehead as I pretend to feel faint.

“Nope. Too late, I’ve warned you about this Sophie, time and again” he says seriously, his eyes shining with delight, his hardness already bobbing through his gray sweats as he grabs hold of me. Tossing me over his good shoulder I squeak even louder, trying not to moan just yet.

Trying not to let on just how much he turns me on when he does this.

Which is pretty much every chance he gets by the way.

Although I don’t always use the weight angle. Just lately, I know it’s not my imagination.

I’ve had to buy clothes a size or two up and I’m getting worried.

Ben’s not.

“I’ve told you, Sophie,” he reminds me, peeling off my robe and laying me back on the bed, his breath shuddering as he runs his hands over me, taking in every inch of me with his eyes first.

“That when something so beautiful comes along, a man would be wise to want even more of it to enjoy, wouldn’t he?” he asks as if he’s talking to himself.

“All to himself,” he murmurs, and I groan helplessly as his head disappears between my thighs, the first round of what I know is going to be a long, hard morning with the insatiable Ben Slade.

My phone rings and I’d normally ignore it, but it’s buzzing right underneath us, with Ben murmuring that he’s not into threesomes. He wants me all to himself.

I glance at the caller ID, it’s the doctor that I forgot I was waiting for to call back.

Ben’s patience is as big as his… well. He’s a patient guy. He settles himself, nibbling at my toes and biting my calves as I try and hold a conversation with the doctor on the phone.

He stops suddenly once he senses my mood, the news I get from the doctor.

“That’s right Mrs. Slade, every test came back positive, there’s no shadow of a doubt.”

I feel weak, light-headed all of a sudden, and the phone slips from my hand.

Ben snatches it up, demanding to know who it is, what they want, and after a full minute of him cross-examining the doctor, he finally goes quiet. Limiting himself to nods and uh huh’s.

Eventually, he thanks the doctor for her time and passes the phone back to me, suddenly cradling me in his arms like I’m made of glass.

“I guess we spent so long making a baby, we never thought there might be one already there?” I ask, my heart fluttering.

“Babies,” he corrects me. “Twins, I just know it,” he finally says, his eyes glistening with tears and his smile telling me he’s the happiest daddy to be on the planet.

“I’m gonna be a Mommy?” I stammer aloud again, still not quite grasping the concept.

“We are gonna be a Mommy and a Daddy,” Ben corrects me again. “Us,” he whispers adjusting my pillow now, helping me get my robe back on like I’m some sort of hospital patient.

“Oh no you don’t, Ben Slade,” I warn him. “Don’t you start what you can’t finish. Get over here and remind me just how babies are made.”Extended EpilogueTwo Years LaterBenWe never quite got to Mexico, Sophie was right. Her dad just wouldn’t have it. But with Enrico’s wedding gift of his Villa, we manage to keep a little piece of our first few days of magic alive every day.

“Why go south of the border when we can be right here?” She tells me every chance she gets.

The wedding was supposed to be shotgun, once we confirmed we really did have twins on the way. Sophie was at four months, and it was clear we’d be so busy with the twins to do anything after the fact.

Matt wanted a full church wedding with all the trimmings, and taking me aside he confided that Sophie did too.

I never got it out of her, but seeing her in that dress they altered several times to accommodate our growing babies, the look in her eyes, and the special thank you she gave me after I kissed her as her husband for the first time?

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