Page 127 of Always You
“Don’t plan on it, Angel,” I mutter as I suck.
“Mom, Mikaela peed on the bed,” Dante shouts from the other side of the door.
I don’t stop, fuck, I can’t. Damn, kids can wait. I keep devouring her while Mila tries to get up, pulling her legs down.
“We’ll be right there,” I shout to them.
“Dominic, I need to change her.”
“Baby, I’ve been trying to wake your ass up for the last thirty minutes before the kids got up. Now let us finish.”
Thirty minutes later, I pour Mila and me a cup of coffee as she makes pancakes. Dante is ten now, building a model car while Luca, who’s five, watches closely, and my princess Mikaela who looks just like her mom with the same piercing green eyes, sits eating her pancakes with her frozen dress on. Mikaela is three years old.
She groans, “Tis good.”
“Dante and Luca, come get your plates, boys. Take them outside so we can eat,” Mila shouts for the boys.
We all like to sit in our backyard patio and have breakfast, watching the waves hit and the fresh smell of the salty ocean.
“Dad, what are we doing today?” Luca asks, with a mouthful of pancakes.
“Dude, don’t talk with your mouthful; it’s gross,” Dante grumbles.
“Leave me alone; I can do what I want.”
“All right, boys, that’s enough.” It’s too early for this shit, they bicker like Santiago, and I used to. Mark was always pulling pranks on me.
“Dante has his baseball game, after we can do whatever you guys want. Then your mom and I are going out. Your Aunt Sophie is babysitting.”
I’ve been coaching Dante’s team for some time now. With running two restaurants, Mila’s studio, and three kids, life has been hectic, but we make it work. Every other weekend I have my brothers or Sophie and Liam babysit, so I can take my wife out on a date. Tonight, will be a special night. I have something planned. I love surprising her.
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“GO, Dante, run,” I shout as he makes a home run.
“Good job, baby,” Mila yells from the stands.
I snort as I watch Dante blush and groan when she calls him baby. Being a dad is the best feeling in the world.
As for Rachel, she sends my brothers letters, but they toss them out. We haven’t seen her since that day in court. She’s a memory I don’t want to remember. She made her bed now she must lie in it.
“Good job, boys, you played a good game.” We’re on a winning streak.
“All right, kids, line up for snacks and drinks. Good game,” Mila praises the kids with a beautiful, beaming smile.
She took on the role of team mom, and she loves it.God, I can’t wait to have her to myself tonight.
Smacking a kiss on her cheek, I whisper to her softly only she could hear, “Can’t wait to finish what we started this morning, baby.”
Her eyes crinkle with a smile.As her sparkly, enchanted green eyes take in my profile, the heat in her eyes has me wanting to erupt like a damn volcano. The way Mila chews on her bottom lip always captures my attention. Mila is the most stunning woman I've ever come across. She just turned my hat backward, and fuck, it turns her on. Those predator’s eyes tell me all I need to know. So, I fuck with her, teasing her, and at the end of the night, all that sexual tension will make for one hell of a night.
Placing another kiss on her cheek, I take Mikaela from her arms. Her eyebrows jog up to her forehead. Her breathing picks up like it always does. As I walk away, I shoot her a wink in a way that makes her flush—making my way to the kids, feeling her gorgeous eyes on me burning right through me.
* * *
After the game, we took the kids out for ice cream. To Tommy’s Frozen Custards, a new ice cream shop that just opened. Unbuckling Mikaela from her car seat, her beautiful green eyes sparkle like the stars.
“Look, Dada.” She points to the ice cream shop.
