Page 58 of Claimed By Him

Before I could even finish my word, Tony slid his hand behind my neck, and kissed me.

My eyes drifted closed. God, I missed the feeling of his full, warm lips against mine so fucking much! It was like eating chocolate for the first time again after giving it up for Lent. But I couldn’t do this; I couldn’t let him think he was the only one in the wrong here. I lifted my hand to his chest and gently pushed him away.

“Tony.”

“I’m sorry, Fiona. I just,” he closed his eyes, “I needed you to know. I never told you that before, and you need to know.”

“I know…” I said. His eyes opened, and he stared at me, silently. “I always knew that, Tony.” My hand was still on his chest, and I looked at it, smoothened his shirt out, then dropped it. “I’m really glad you’ve said it now but… I lied to you.”

He frowned at me and cocked his head to the side in question. It took a lot of courage for me to say it, but it was time. I had to face the consequences.

“You are definitely the father of my baby.”

Tony dropped his head back. “Oh, thank God.”

That was not the answer I was expecting. I thought he would be angry and offended that I would keep such a secret from him. My mouth gaped, and I stared at him speechlessly.

Tony sighed as though all the tension in the world was suddenly released from his muscles, then looked at me, and put his hand back around my neck, holding me steady while he spoke clearly.

“I knew he had to be, Fi. But I was so fucking scared that you didn’t want me in your life anymore because of everything I’d done or didn’t do. I’m so sorry I wasn’t there for you, Fiona, I’m so sorry.”

I frowned in confusion. “You’re not angry with me?”

“Jesus, no.” He dropped his head, shaking it, then looked back up. “I’m the one who left you here with no way of contacting me. All I can do is beg you to let me back into your life.”

I bit my lip. “You’re not just saying these things to be a part of your son’s life?”

“No baby, I need to be in both of your lives.” I looked between his eyes, my heart beating out of my chest while he quickly added, “Fuck, I’m sorry. I know I can’t call you that—”

“Of course you can!” I pulled him to me and wrapped my arms around his neck, kissing him fiercely.

While sinking into my kiss, Tony’s hands were immediately on me, one gripping my waist, and the other pushing my knees apart. I opened my legs, and he pulled my body forward on the counter to slam against his body, sliding his arms all the way around my waist, and locking me in. My legs wrapped around his hips, and my arms squeezed him tighter.

Our kiss started out hard and desperate but quickly became tender and sensual as we folded our lips together and slid our tongues against each other. I didn’t want it to ever end, for fear of this just being a dream. I tipped my head to the side and opened my mouth wider to let him in, fully, deeply, completely.

God, I’d been wanting this for so fucking long, but I didn’t allow myself to even think it. I was so worried that he still wouldn’t want me in his life but obviously, he felt exactly the same way, only about me.

Eventually, I broke the kiss and whispered, “God, Tony. I love you.”

He pressed his forehead against mine and sighed. “I fucking love you so much, baby girl.”

I stayed there, holding onto him, and breathing him in with our bodies tightly pressed against each other until a small, high-pitched noise came from the baby monitor on the counter.

“So, um… would you like to meet your son?”

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My heart felt full as I stared down into my son’s teary eyes. I cradled his tiny body in my arm, noticing that he had a tuft of dark Italian hair on his head and that his eyes were deep brown like mine. Fuck… I knew he must have been mine. This made me happier than I’d ever felt in my entire life.

“I haven’t named him yet,” Fiona said at my side.

“What?” I asked in shock. “Why? What have you been calling him?”

She chuckled sheepishly. “Ah, Baby Boy.”

I laughed, keeping my deep voice low. I knew that choice must have had something to do with my nickname for her. My son’s fussing stopped at the sound rumbling from my chest, and he tried to focus his eyes on my face.

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