Page 119 of The Killer Cupcake
"Dead serious. I’m pregnant. I ain’t seen my period since you been after me when you came back,” she rolled her eyes.
“But how? Explain it to me,” he insisted.
"Explain what? You idiot! Whenever we get back together, I get knocked up. It's how it works!"
"But Debs, we're older now. Is it even possible? Did you go to a doctor?" he asked.
"I don't need a damn doctor. I got common sense. You've been on me since you got out of prison.Sex, Debs, I want it. Sex, Debs. Wake up, Debs. Suck it, Debs! Pussy! Pussy! Pussy!”
He watched her pace and rant. His eyes traveled over her body—her beauty, her spirit. Could it be possible? Could God really be giving him another chance to be a father, a complete father, with his family intact? After all these years, at their age? He couldn't believe it.
"And?" she said, arms folded, glaring at him. "What you got to say to that?"
"Have you seen a doctor?" he said, trying to hide the humor in his voice. Debbie and her crazy ideas always made things fun with her. But he knew not to mock her. She’d punish him good if she felt he was making fun of her.
"Not yet, but I've done this dance before. Three times." Her voice gentled. "Every time you love me, we create life. It's our pattern."
"Debs..." He seemed lost for words. "This is unexpected. If you're right, then?—“
"I am right! I am!”
He summoned the patience for her that he often used when he was unable to deny her wishes, even her most impossible wishes. "Then I'm the luckiest man breathing."
"You mean that?" Her smile lit her entire face.
He lifted her clean off her feet, spinning them both. "Another baby! God, woman, I love how you grow our children!"
She shrieked with laughter, legs dangling, arms wrapped around his neck. When her feet touched ground again, she straightened her expensive suit jacket and fixed her golden hair. She was radiant.
"Now, introduce me to those Mafia bitches. They need to meet the woman who is now in charge."
His hand connected with her bottom in playful possession before he took her hand properly. Leading her through his father's blood-bought mansion, he felt ready for whatever came next.
CHAPTER 45
DAUGHTER AND SON
Present.Having a good time?" A voice asked.
Sandy turned. Nicolas Ricci stood closer than comfort allowed, and his expensive cologne created an invisible barrier of temptation for her. He extended a drink like a peace offering.
It was his eyes that she could not look away from. Brown and deep, they had a dreamy appeal with dark lashes under his straight brow. She had very little experience in dating and even less in flirting.
After a heartbeat of indecision, she accepted the drink.
“Thank you,” she said.
“Prego,” he winked.
“Prego? What does that mean?” she asked.
“It meansyou’re welcome,” he replied.
“Grazie,” she replied.
His left brow winged up. “You speak Italian?”
“No. I dunno, heard words before,” she shrugged.
