Page 3 of Beguiled and Broken

Vinny

“Baby, you’re doing so good. You just gotta push one more time.” I couldn’t believe we were finally about to meet our son.

Bianca and I had waited years to have kids. We were so young when we got married and we still were, but we were at a good age to have our first kid. We wanted to move to Illinois first with a nice savings set aside before trying to have them. This way, we wouldn’t ever need to struggle.

We’d finally decided to start trying a year ago. I guess waiting had been normal or whatever but man, it felt like it was never going to happen. Then, one morning Bianca walked in the bedroom from our attached bathroom and stood in the middle of the room, just staring at me. Then she started smiling and laughing. It was then that I knew it had finally happened.

One of those Top Ten magazine articles named Lynn Falls one of the best small cities in America to raise a family, so we made the leap. It was far away and didn’t have anywhere near the crime and expenses that came with living in The Big Apple. We missed home from time to time, but we built an amazing life in the Midwest. Soon, we met amazing people who’re now our best friends. I wouldn’t trade our life for anything and moving was the best decision Bianca and I could’ve made.

“Mrs. Santorelli…” the nursed said, trying to grab Bianca’s attention.

Gritting her teeth to fight back the pain, Bianca, said, “Bianca. Mrs. Santorelli is my mother-in-law. Call me Bianca.” I shook my head.

The doctor smiled and said, “You got it, Bianca. Listen, I need you to push one more time for me if you want to see your son. Are you ready?”

Bianca looked at me and then back at the doc and nodded. I held her hand and braced for another squeeze. No joke, she squeezed it so hard it changed colors. I leaned in, kissed the side of her head, and whispered, “Push.”Then I heard him. The cries of my son.

The doctor hoisted him up in a clean towel and turned him to face us. “Bianca and Vinny, I would like to introduce you to your son. Do you have a name for him?”

Bianca looked at me, so I said, “Angelo, doc. Angelo Leonardo Santorelli. Leonardo after his nanno. Mio ragazzinomy baby boy.” I looked down at him in awe. I couldn’t believe he had finally arrived. I handed him to Bianca, and she started crying.

“Mio bambinoMy baby. Ti amo mio principeI love you, my prince.” She cried into his neck, and I leaned in and hugged my family. I would protect them with all that I have, always.

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1 Month Later

I wish someone had told me what that first month with a newborn was like. I mean, I’ll admit, I probably should’ve paid closer attention in them Lamaze classes we went to. Honestly, I went and had a hard time paying attention because they would have us doing those stretches and my wife looked fucking hot as hell. You know what else they don’t tell you about? Pregnancy sex. I absolutely loved pregnancy sex. I mean, I loved regular sex, but pregnancy sex… nothing like it.

“Vinny! I need help.” Bianca yelled for me from upstairs. I took the steps two at a time and saw her sitting on the nursery floor, crying.

I kneeled in front of her and asked, “Baby, what’s the matter?” She was rocking Angelo as he nursed.

“I’m so fuckin’ tired, Vinny. All he wants is my boob all the time.”

“I mean, babe, it’s a nice boob. I want it too.” I was risking it all. It had been rough for her, and she’d said so many times how she didn’t feel sexy. She was either going to laugh or fucking rip me apart.

She laughed and I exhaled. “Vinny, I want you to want my boob…both actually, but it feels like there ain’t any time for that either. Remember when we humped like rabbits all over this house?” She laughed again and then gave a little whimper whine as she thought about it more.

“Baby, finish what you’re doin’ and put the kid in the crib. I’m goin’ to make sure the doors are locked downstairs and I’ll meet you in our bedroom.” I leaned in and kissed her gently behind her ear, then moved down to her neck. When I leaned back to kiss her lips, she slowly nodded.

I took the stairs two at a time and locked up the house. The house was always locked, but I liked to check to make sure. B and I hadn’t had sex since Angelo was born. The doctors had recommended waiting 4-6 weeks but for the few days prior, Bianca had been dropping hints left and right. I was nervous. I didn’t want to hurt her, and I didn’t want it to be too soon, but she knew her body better than anyone.

Making it back upstairs, I walked into our bedroom and stopped in my tracks. My wife was a damn knockout. She was so sexy, sitting on the edge of the bed in nothing but a long tank top. I swallowed hard and felt a lump in my throat. My hands felt sweaty.Fuck.It was like our first time all over again.

Somehow, I managed, “Sei una bella donnaYou’re a beautiful woman…” Walking over to her, I could see she was blushing, her head turned downward. I stood in front of her and reached for her chin to lift it to me. “Never look down, my queen. You’re gorgeous.”

She stood and pulled on my shirt to lift it over my head. I reached for her tank, lifting it over hers and I just stared at this beautiful woman in front of me. She was nervous, wrapping her arms around herself.

I said, “Don’t cover yourself up. I want to see all of you, baby.” I leaned down and kissed her shoulder, dragging my fingertip along her arm, down to her fingertips. Wrapping my hand around hers, I brought it to my lips. She took a deep breath in. Taking her hand, I brought it down to my pants, and pressed it against me as I said, “This is what your body does to me.”

She gripped me through my jeans making me groan out, but she didn’t speak. She raised up on her tiptoes and kissed the side of my mouth which made me grab her shoulder, stopping her. I needed her and I wanted to control her, but I also wanted her to feelin controlafter how long it had been.

She whispered, “Vinny. I’ve missed you. You’ve been so patient. Tell me. How many times have you fucked this hand thinkin’ ‘bout me? Waitin’ for me?”

Fuck.Bianca talkin’ dirty always does it for me. I didn’t expect that from her so soon. I expected her to be shy.

“More times than I can count, baby. More times than I count.” My eyes closed while she rubbed me through my jeans. Then she turned around and started grinding her ass against me. “Bianca, unless you want me to shoot my load right here, you need to stop. I don’t want that, yet. It’s been a long time and I need this to last.”

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