Page 34 of Reign
“Thank you, ma’am,” she says, and I nod as she leaves the room. Stepping into the bathroom, I rip open the pregnancy test and do my thing. Laying it on the counter, I wash my hands and pace the room. A soft knock causes me to jump as the dooropens. I stand in front of the mirror, blocking the little stick sitting on the porcelain as Dario sticks his head in.
“You good, baby?” he asks, and I nod.
“Yup, just washing my hands.” I lie, and he smiles.
“You wanna watch me fight, like the old days?” he asks, and I grin.
“I wouldn't miss it for the world, but can I at least have front row seats to this?” I beg, and he smiles.
“Yep, I got a seat just for you. Be down in five, baby. I need a kiss before I rock this motherfucker's jaw.” He laughs, and I nod.
“Alright, I’ll meet you down there,” I tell him as he spins, leaving the office. Once I hear the door shut, I turn and pick up the stick. Staring at it, I blink once, twice, three times before I’m puking into the bowl. “I swear to God! Who did this shit? I’m going to kill all of them!” I groan as I continue to hurl. Once finished, I brush my teeth and wipe my face, throwing the stick into the box and shoving it in the pail. Shutting off the light, I head downstairs to watch my man fight.
Walking through the crowd of people, I sit in the front row as Dario warms up in the ring, his eyes snap to mine and a huge grin spreads across his face. He jumps down, opens my legs and plants his big ass body between them.This is exactly why I’m pregnant. These men of mine are insatiable and I’m a whore for them.He bends down and captures my lips with his in a searing kiss that makes me equally dizzy and wet. He pulls away with a smirk.
“If I win tonight, I want you naked in our bed with a plug in that tight ass, nipple clamps, and your pussy dripping. I’m fucking starving for you, Kitten,” he growls into my ear, before biting my lobe. I shiver, and he smirks, winking at me as he backs away, climbing back into the ring.
“Ladies and gentleman, the moment you all have been waiting for, Zayn Cruz versus Carmine Roselli,” The crowdcheers as my eyes go wide.What the fuck? Why didn't he tell me this shit? He cannot kill his own brother in front of all these witnesses. Especially with Spade in jail for manslaughter.
Looking around the room for Kane, I can’t seem to find him but my eyes collide with Carmine’s and he takes his finger, slicing it across his throat and then pointing at me. I laugh as I look toward my husband whose eyes are on Carmine’s snarling like a vicious animal.
The ringmaster starts the fight and Dario lunges at him, landing a nice hit to Carmine’s cheek. I cringe as his head snaps to the side and he stumbles from the impact of the blow. The crowd cheers as Carmine sends a few jabs into his brother, landing them with precision, causing Dario to slam into the ropes. My man growls and attacks, hitting Carmine with his signature move: two jabs to the chest, one to the cheek, and an upper cut for the knock out. Carmine’s chest caves with each hit then his head snaps left and back as his whole body falls to the mat. The ringmaster calls out the numbers and the bell rings with Dario being the winner.
“Zayn Cruz wins by KO,” he announces and the crowd goes wild, and I cheer as I watch money being passed off to those that placed bets as the clean up crew drags Carmine from the cage. I laugh and shake my head as Dario jumps out of the ring, picking me up by my thighs, twirling me around in the air against his sweaty body.These are the nights I live for. I just wish all of them were here to celebrate.
Two months later…
“Hey Jaxon, can you come here for a minute?” I ask as I sit at the table with Dario. Little Man runs into the room and sits across from me with his hands folded in his lap. “Hey, baby, we need to tell you something, and I know you might be a little too young to understand and when you get older I’ll explain more but…” I trail off as Dario clears his throat.
“Who am I?” he asks, and Jaxon laughs.
“You’re Zayn, silly,” he answers, and I hold my breath.
“What if I told you that I am not Zayn, that I’m Dario, your Dad?” he asks, and Jaxon's eyes go wide.
“But you don’t look like Daddy,” he answers, and I smile.
“Would you believe me if I said that Daddy had gotten hurt from the explosion and had to get surgery on his face, making him look different?” I ask, and his eyes widen again.
“Umm, I don’t know, Mama. He doesn’t look like Daddy except for his eyes and the tattoos,” he answers, and I nod.
“That’s right, Little Man. I have Dario’s eyes and the same tattoos. I just have a different face.”Dario says as Jaxon gets up and sits in his lap, cupping his face, looking at him.
“Are you sure Mama? Is this a trick?” he asks, making us both laugh.
“No, honey, Zayn has always been Dario. He just couldn't tell Mommy who he was yet,” I tell him, and he nods.
“Okay, if you say so, but umm when is my other dad coming home? He’s been on vacation for a long time,” he asks, and I smile.
“Soon, baby, really soon,” I answer, and he smiles, then looks at Dario.
“If you’re my dad, then what’s my favorite drink? Oh, and my favorite food and car?” he asks, and I shake my head laughing.
“Milk, chicken nuggets, and Mustang,” Dario says, not missing a beat. Jaxon’s eyes light up and he hugs him, pressing kisses all over Dario’s face.
“I’ve missed you so much, Daddy,” he says excitedly and tears fall down my face as Hazel comes walking over, pulling on Jaxon’s shirt. “Hazel, look it’s Daddy. He’s back,” he tells her and more tears fall down my cheeks as Dario picks up our daughter, hugging both of our children.
“That’s right, son, Daddy's back for all of his babies,” he says, and I laugh as I rub my round belly. Looking at the time, I get up and Dario raises a brow.
