Page 101 of Finally Us (Next Generation 5)

I chuckled, stepping away from her and going around to the driver’s side of the car. “Just remember, Gigi. I’ve been in every inch of you. I know what you like and what you don’t like. Which doesn’t seem to be much.”

She stared at me from the other side of the car. “I’m sure we could come up with something that neither of us like.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Is that a challenge?”

Gigi grinned, giving me a wink. “No, Vince. It’s a damn promise.”

My cock twitched at her words.

Even better.

Vince

It had been afew days since we found out Gigi was still pregnant. We kept it a secret, basking in the glow that we still had the life we unexpectedly created, when we thought we had lost that chance for at least a little while.

Gigi’s morning sickness started up again, coming at any time of the day but she never took the medication she was given. Luckily, she was able to keep crackers down for the most part, so it helped settle her stomach.

One night she was sleeping beside me, but I was restless. The fact that she was pregnant with my baby, stirred the beast within. I became more protective.

She would laugh.

I would kiss the hell out of her.

She would blush.

I couldn’t control it. This need. This want. This feral obligation to make sure she was in fact safe. If I could have baby-proofed my apartment and her house without her questioning my mental health, I would have. I didn’t understand it. Was it always like this? Did other guys go through this when the love of their life was growing their child?

Moving farther down the length of the bed, I leaned on my elbow and cupped her stomach. Gigi wasn’t showing yet, but I couldn’t wait for her to grow and become swollen with our baby.

“I don’t know you,” I told her stomach, careful to keep my voice low so I didn’t wake her. “But I’m already in love with you.” I brushed my thumb back and forth over her still flat belly. “I’m sorry we couldn’t keep your sibling but, God wanted them to come home and stay with Him.” I wasn’t overly religious. I believed in a higher power and that everything happened for a reason, but it wasn’t something I practiced daily. I just tried to be a good person and wanted to raise this baby and my future children, to be the same. “You’re strong, little one. We’ll keep you safe and protect you from the terrors of the world as best we can. I can’t wait to meet you and fall in love with you even more. You stay safe and warm in there, okay? And be gentle to your mama.” I kissed Gigi’s stomach and went to lay back down beside her when I caught her smiling at me. I chuckled. “I couldn’t sleep.”

“Did you have a good chat?” she asked softly.

I nodded, wrapped her in my arms, and cupped her stomach. “You weren’t supposed to be listening. We were having a private conversation.”

She laughed.

Pushing my face into the crook of her neck, I breathed her in.

“Vince?”

“Mmmhmm?”

“Thank you.”

I lifted my head, staring down at her. “For what?”

Gigi rolled over onto her back. “I know you’re young. We’re both still young. I’m sure you weren’t expecting to have a baby at twenty-one.”

“I don’t give a shit about my age. We could have gotten pregnant the night of my eighteenth birthday, and I would be here.” I cupped her cheek. “I will always be here. I’m not leaving you and I’m definitely not leaving our baby.” And future babies, but I kept that little thought to myself.

Gigi’s eyes welled.

“Why the tears, baby?”

“You’re just…I can’t…” She sighed. “Thank you.”

I chuckled, laying back down beside her. “You never need to thank me, Queenie.”

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