Page 87 of Nocturnal Sins
Epilogue
Santana
One year later…
When Sammie and I got married there was snow on the ground and barely any people at the small Catholic church we chose. Once our families found out we were together, they showed their disappointment by shunning our wedding.
Fuck ‘em.
Our real friends and family showed up and that meant every soldier was in attendance as well as Marco and Kasey. Well, in all honesty, they couldn’t miss it because they were our best man and maid of honor respectively. They tried their best to stay away from each other but somehow they ended up dancing with each other during the reception and laughing and talking when they thought nobody was looking. As long as they were happy, I wasn’t going to say anything.
After the small reception, Sammie insisted that we go home. She told me no honeymoon because we had to be in town to run the business. It had been a year since we took over for Pop and while things were running smoothly and we were starting to grow outside of Rhode Island, we both wanted to keep a close eye on things.
Our trust was short when it came to other people.
“Let me pour you a drink, Mrs. Alvarez. You didn’t get a glass of champagne at your own wedding reception.” I smiled at her and she smiled back, melting my heart and making my dick stiff at the same time. Sammie was still magic.
“No thanks, Mr. Alvarez,” she giggled, hooking her arms around my neck.
“Come on, don’t make me feel like a drunk all by myself, Princess.” I pressed slow kisses along her neck because I knew she was powerless against them. She squirmed in my arms but still didn’t budge on the champagne.
“What’s going on with you, Sammie?” My brows furrowed together as she pushed away from me. The look on her face made my chest tight with worry.
“Nothing…I just can’t drink champagne or any other alcohol while I’m pregnant.” She looked at me and suddenly her golden skin glowed. My chest was still tight but for a completely different reason.
My wife was pregnant.
Holy shit.
I scooped her up in my arms and spun her around in a very gentle circle before setting her on her feet. “How long have you known?” I asked, my voice loud and bursting at the seams with excitement.
“I found out last night. I took a sip of wine and it made me feel sick to my fucking stomach. Then I realized I hadn’t come on my period this month. At first, I thought it was the stress of our family acting crazy but…” She looked down at her stomach and then up at me.
My hand itched to rub her belly even though it was still flat. She hadn’t even taken off her white beaded wedding gown before I was on my knees rubbing her stomach in slow circles. The joy in my heart hit like a fucking bullet and spread throughout my entire chest.
Samira was having my baby.
“We’re having a baby,” I whispered to myself but also to Mom and Pop. I knew they had to be somewhere listening. It was our wedding day and we were going to have a baby. Parents didn’t miss shit like that even if they were only there in spirit.
“We’re having a baby,” Sammie sniffled, rubbing the top of my head. We needed to celebrate. We couldn’t toast with champagne but I had something better in mind.
I pushed to my feet and held her hand in mine. I couldn’t help the sense of pride in my chest as I ran my thumb over her wedding band. “Come on, let’s go,” I grinned.
“Go where, Santana?”
“It’s time.” I winked at her and an excited smile pulled her cheeks up.
“It’s time?” She squeaked. I nodded and tugged her out of the door. Cold air whipped around us and I tightened Sammie’s coat around her body. It took no time for protective mode to click on with me. “Thanks, Daddy.” Her voice oozed with sarcasm.
I opened the car door for her and snorted, “Save the daddy shit for when we get home and I’m fucking you until you cry.”
She retorted with a middle finger as I pulled off. I shrugged my shoulders and laughed a little. Didn’t stop the fact that I was going to fuck the shit out of her later.
The drive to Pop’s restaurant was short. Pure giddiness pushed both of us forward through the receiving area and to the hidden concrete door cut into the wall. The sound of concrete scraping and rumbling made my fingertips warm.
There was no meeting tonight.
Therewouldbe a celebration though.
