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I take a deep breath and steel myself for what I need to tell him. This uncertainty has gone on long enough. It’s time I let him off the hook and deal with whatever reality may bring. Tears prick my eyes as I start, “Enzo, I understand if you… I mean, I really didn’t think I could get pregnant…” I stammer.

Before I can say anything more, his deep voice fills the room, “I meant what I said. I want to marry you.Now, we’ll just do it sooner. I can’t wait to have these babies with you.” The pensive look on his face still has me completely unsettled.

I let out a shaky breath. “Are you sure? Babies change a lot,” I say, giving him an out. I don’t want him to feel trapped. He didn’t sign up for this.

Enzo looks at me with kind eyes and says, “Samantha Elizabeth O’Reilly-soon-to-be-Harper.”Oh, I like the sound of that.“Get this through your head. I. Love. You. I want to be with you.Having children with you is a dream I didn’t know could exist, but now, I’m ecstatic to have it become a reality.” The sincerity on his face gives me hope. He cocks a light smile and that damn dimple pops, making me swoon.

His words calm me, but only for a moment, before another thought pops in my head. “What about my other children?” I ask, panicking. Crap, how could I forget about Maddie, Dec, and Frankie? I didn’t forget. No, I just hadn’t considered he was already taking them on. These twins are certainly throwing me off. Can pregnancy brain be blamed, this early in the game?

Enzo releases a deep belly laugh, letting that delicious dimple pop once again. It stops me in my tracks, keeping my panic at bay.

“Samantha, beautiful.I already love your children. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have asked you to marry me. Don’t think for one second that I will love them any less.I have room in my heart for all of you.”

“You do?” I stupidly ask, not knowing what else to say.

He takes my hands in his. “I didn’t know what I’d been missing until I met you. You’ve made my meager existence thrive. I can’t imagine my life without you and your kids now. Correction—ourkids. Now we’ll just have more to love.”

Relief washes over me to know that he thinks of my kids as his own. “You’re right,” I sigh. “I love you for pointing that out.”

“Anytime, beautiful, anytime.”

“What if people call us grandparents?” Another worry wiggles its way out of my mouth.

Enzo chuckles. “No one’s going to call you a grandma anytime soon. You’re far too sexy for that. Besides, people have babies in their forties all the time. You’ll only be thirty-nine; it’s not like it’sthatunusual.”

“Great, now people are going to be calling me the cradle-robbing grandma. Just what I need.” I pretend to pout.

“Samantha, I just turned thirty-eight today. You’re still thirty-eight for another six months. You’re not that much older than I.” His laughter does wonderful things to my insides.

“Happy Birthday, Enzo!” I exclaim in pure joy, then tease, “I guess I don’t have to give you a birthday present now, do I?”

Enzo’s smile spreads even wider across his face. “Happy Birthday to me, indeed. Thank you for the most wonderful gift.” He kisses me on the lips.

“Gifts,” I remind. “Although, you might not be thanking me at this time next year when neither of us is getting any sleep.”

“Best birthday, EVER!” he emphasizes by rearranging us on the couch, so that we’re both able to fit and bends down to kiss me again. Maybe it’s the extra hormones I have flowing through me, maybe it’s just Enzo, but suddenly, I only want to focus on him.

4

Enzo

Samantha feels much better nowthat the anti-nausea medicine has kicked in. A look mixed of hunger and lust suddenly fills her face and I couldn’t care less that I’ve yet to eat the dinner on the table in front of me. I’m just so fucking happy that she’s healthy and not upset about being pregnant.

The car ride home was brutal. For once, her filter stayed intact and I had no clue what was going through her mind. Of course, I was silent as well, but it’s not every day I find out I’m going to be a father. I also wanted to give her some time to process this new information. I know I needed it.

Twins. That’s a hell of a lot to take in. Samantha already has three wonderful children, but now she’s going to be a mother of five.Fuck! Talk about an instant family.I already love her children as much as I love her, and I hope they at least like me a little. It’s all pretty new, but I have never felt as close to anyone as the way I feel about Samantha. And those babies inside her, I’m already in love with them, too.

I honestly never thought I’d be a father. I love kids, but with my age and the fact that I’ve never settled down, I just didn’t think kids would be in the cards for me. Hell, I’m thirty-eight years old. Haven’t been in a serious relationship in nearly twenty years.What makes me qualified to be a dad?Give me something to fly out of any type of danger zone imaginable, I’m your man. But toting tiny tots that are mine?

Samantha distracts my hurricane of thoughts and suddenly has my sole focus, when she straddles my lap. The second her hands run through what little hair I have on my head, thanks to my high and tight haircut from being back on duty, my senses are on overload. When her lips graze mine, I can barely contain myself. I force myself to let her take the lead. It takes every bit of effort I have to sit back and enjoy her every move. My instinct is to stand and take her to the bedroom, but for now, I’ll just see what she has in mind.

“I love you, Enzo,” she whispers as she kisses across my jawline and down my neck. Her hand roams down my chest and pulls at the hem of my shirt. I lean forward and quickly remove it with one hand, barely breaking our contact.

“I love you more than ever, beautiful,” comes out huskier than expected.

She resumes kissing down my jawline to my neck, then chest, sending my body on fire. My hands seem to have minds of their own as I reach under her shirt, connecting with her silky-smooth skin. Electricity zings through me, making my nerve endings come to life. One hand reaches around her back to pull her closer while the other caresses her breast through her bra.This just won’t do.With a practiced move, I release her bra with one hand and cup her full, smooth breast, causing her to make the most beautiful moan I’ve ever heard.

“That’s right, beautiful. Tell me what you want.” Fuck, I just want to lay her on this couch and completely have my way with her.